Their motorcycles are still here, so they haven’t gone far, which is when my eyes land on the toilet block.
Fuck. I hope we’re not too late.
I have hope in the fact that Trigger and some of the other guys who don’t mind fucking dudes are still over with the others. So hopefully that means Smitty isn’t making good on his threat to have Daniel raped. But our leader is an unhinged motherfucker, so I have a feeling that whatever we walk in on won’t be good.
We hurry over to the well lit toilet block, and I can hear Abbey yelling at Mex and Stocky to let her pass, but the agonising screams coming from the toilet block keep me moving forward, because if Smitty kills Daniel, then we won’t have leverage with his mum to hand over Bobbi safely.
The moment I reach the door of the men’s bathroom, I kick it open, the fucking thing bouncing off the wall and nearly hitting me on the rebound, but fuck, that’s not what has my breath seizing in my lungs.
Shit.
No.
“The fuck are you doing!?” I bellow, launching myself inside, only to pull up short when the barrel of a gun jams against my temple.
“Stand the fuck down,” Spud snaps. “Remember who your fucking President is.”
“H-help!” Daniel cries, and fuck, I want to look away, but I can’t. Fuck. “P-please. I-I’m s-sorry.”
“Smitty, man. That’s enough.” JD pleads from next to me, as our fearless President stands across the room, leaning casually against the wall, as Tups, our club Secretary, rapes Daniel’s arse with the pole of a mop, while our new prospect and another club brother hold Daniel down.
“NO!”
The piercing scream has everyone cringing, as Abbey comes rushing in behind us, and this time, Tups stops his assault on Daniel, glancing up at Smitty for direction.
“Angel!” I reach out, trying to grab her on her way past, but Spud jams the gun harder against my temple, and I have no choice but to stay put until I can figure out a way to calm this fucking situation down.
“Oh my God!” she cries, her hands fisting into her hair as she takes in what’s happening to Daniel.
Her cousin.
Her rapist.
“Stop it!” she screams. “Stop it NOW!”
I hear the pounding of more feet as club brothers start to swarm the toilet block, but Smitty just chuckles, pushing off the wall and lowering to his haunches by Daniel’s head.
I’m expecting him to say something taunting, but Smitty speaks quietly, so no one can hear but him and Daniel.
“What the fuck, Nate!?” I yell, needing him to snap the fuck out of this, but he keeps talking quietly, ignoring me, and listening as Daniel mutters something I can’t hear in response.
“Get away from him!” Abbey yells at Tups, who still holds the mop head, keeping the other end buried inside Daniel’s arse.
Ah shit. I’m pretty sure there’s blood on the pole. What the fuck do we do if they’ve perforated his bowel?
“This is not how we do things!” I yell, hoping my other brothers will agree and help Nate to see reason. “Shit like this is done on a vote. No one fucking voted for this punishment. This kid isn’t evenyourfucking prisoner!”
“So you and your little bitch keep telling me.”
Abbey flinches at Smitty’s words, her pained eyes darting to each man around the room, and I see the moment when she realises she’s in a very fucking dangerous situation, that she’s hugely outnumbered in.
“But you see,” Smitty continues. “You keep using club resources,” Nate points out, and my eyes narrow.
“I was using Marx resources up until we brought this fucker to the compound a couple of days ago,” I remind him. “Which you fucking cleared. So don’t act like we are using the club unfairly. You came to my place. You insisted on helping.”
“True.” Smitty stands. “But you and your wife keep acting like it’s the Ringo and Charity Show. Not the Nate Smith Show.”
A round of grumbles floats through the gathered crowd of men, and Nate doesn’t even realise it’s because they are reeling at what he just said.
