He froze.
“Thought not, you fuckin’ coward.” I clicked the safety back on my weapon and lowered it just as the door opened, and Castle dragged a loudly protesting sheriff in by the scruff of his shirt, followed closely by Nox.
Huntley blustered so damned much that it took a while for him to register where he was and that his asswipe son was in a whole world of hurt.
The sheriff was the worst kind of human in existence. A small, entitled, power-hungry, pink-armed good ol’ boy who thought he was the big man in town but really was just a parody of himself. It was no surprise that Junior had turned out to be a cowardly, abusive beta when I considered who his father was.
Working with them was the single most embarrassing thing I had ever had to do in my goddamned life, but I had to put my personal feelings aside for the sake of the club. Our chapter had to make a living, and the only way we could do that was through illegal activities. So we needed local law enforcement to turn a blind eye to our proclivities.
However, that symbiotic relationship also had to extend to the folk of Coal Creek. We needed to keep them sweet if we were going to successfully operate our strip club and support our girls with carrying out their ‘extra-curricular’ activities safely and without hassle. There was a line to be toed, and allowing the deputy sheriff to coerce a young local girl to fuck him was unacceptable. Therefore, a point had to be driven home.
Castle threw the sheriff on the concrete, and the fucker rolled, letting out a yell. He heaved himself up onto his knees, then floundered to his feet, yelling, “What did you do to my boy?”
Lurching forward, the asshole tried to grab my shirt, but I side-stepped and landed an uppercut across his chin.
He went down like the sack of shit he was.
I crouched in front of the old bastard, grabbing his ear and twisting it until Huntley screamed.
Pulling his face up to meet mine, I rasped, “What have I told you about keepin’ your boy in check?”
The sheriff’s eyes narrowed.
“The perverted little cunt forced a young, decent girl to fuck him while threatenin’ her with recriminations from my club,” I informed him, studying his face for a reaction.
He didn’t bat an eyelash.
“You knew,” I spat.
Huntley’s eyes shuttered.
My eyes slid toward Castle, who looked like he was gonna hulk out any second. Veep was the man with a vested interestin Gracie Young, so it was only right that he got to dole out his revenge.
“Cut the bastard loose,” I ordered.
Castle moved toward Junior, drawing his knife from his cut before slicing through the straps holding the fucker down. He stepped back, watching Junior slump forward and spit blood onto the concrete.
Huntley blanched at the state of his son. “What the fuck is this, Sinclair? Did you just bring me down here to watch you beat on my boy?”
I brought my face down to his. “No, Huntley. I had to put your shit stain of a son on a time-out because he’s runnin’ around town actin’ like he’s a patched member of KOA. We may work together, asshole, but I’ve told you to get him in hand. Instead, you let him run riot, and now, he’s affectin’ my club’s rep, which I won’t tolerate seein’ as he’s a goddamned embarrassment. Whatmanterrorizes teenage girls? Whatmanhas to resort to threats to get his dick wet from a fuckin’ child?”
“She’s eighteen!” he roared in my face.
“Yeah!” I spat, my voice deathly quiet. “A fuckin’child.”
I swiveled my head and nodded at Castle, who brought up the knife high in the air before burying it in Junior’s thigh.
The second Junior’s screams filled the air, I turned back toward Huntley, pulled my head back, then cracked it forward onto his nose, my lips curling at his pained yell as blood flew from his face.
Castle grabbed Junior’s hair and dragged him to the floor, straddled his chest, then proceeded to punch the fuck out of his face.
Grabbing Huntley’s head, I made him watch Castle beat the shit out of his boy. The sounds of fists hitting flesh, grunts, and pained moans filled the room as I forced the sheriff to observe his pride and joy get beaten half to death for his sins.
I leaned down and rasped in Huntley’s ear, “You see that, motherfucker? I warned you what would happen if you didn’t get that spoiled cunt in hand when he grabbed my friend’s woman in my clubhouse and nearly started a fuckin’ riot. This is your second warnin’. Get that little fuck sorted out, or there won’t be a third warnin’; I’ll deal with him permanently. Do you fuckin’ get me?”
He grimaced at Castle, who was systematically beating the fuck out of his boy. “Let him go. He needs a hospital.”
I shoved his head forward and barked one word. “Castle!”
