"Yay," Doc says.
"Yay," Priest states.
“Yay,” Blades calls.
"Yay," Gears says.
"Absolutely, yay," Data says.
"Ice?" Nitro asks, and my eyes shoot to his.
"Like you need to fucking ask. Yay."
Nitro looks at Nova then gently taps the gavel on the table. "Motion passed, we protect the Coopers."
Chapter Twenty-Seven
After Data went through everything else that he found, we were all even fucking angrier than we had been before. The shit that he dragged up on her uncle and his friends was vile. He found more messages between them, talking about the things they had planned for Nova and Mason to get them out of the way, all so they could take their money.
We talked about the information and what we were going to do with it, we talked about telling her, but we've decided against it for now. Her reaction to finding out the truth about her parents’ murders sent her into a spin, she's not ready to hear the whole truth. We've agreed that if she asks about the murders, we'll tell her the truth, but we won't tell her anything beyond that. At least not right now.
We needed to let off some steam, we all had anger bubbling up inside of us that we needed to release. So, we're all down in the basement with Snake and his buddy from the Poisoned Devils.
We moved them into the same room together, we're done playing around. We haven’t decided if Snake will die today, but his fucking buddy will.
I lean against the wall, my arms folded over my chest, my leftleg bent, my foot flat on the wall as I watch Tongue and Blades tear apart the kid. He can't be any older thantwenty-four, maybe. But he chose to ride with the Devils, he chose to take part in the kidnap and rape of our VP's girl.
Every one of the kid’s fingers are bent at odd angles where they've been broken. He's missing two of his toes, the rest all broken. He has no nails left on either his hands or feet, they were the first to go.
His right ear was sliced off when he arrived, Doc treated the wound and covered it to stem the bleeding, we didn't want him dying too soon. But it's now uncovered and coated in neat vodka. Tank wanted to make sure he was wide awake for what he had planned.
The kid screams as Tongue uses a power drill to drill through his skin into the bone on his shin. You'd think he'd be used to it by now, they've been doing this one and off for the last two hours. One of them drills, the other pours alcohol into the wound.When he passes out, he’s swilled with ice cold water to bring him back around.
I turn my head a little to watch Wrath with Snake. Nitro sits on the table right next to him, ready for anything that Wrath might need. Those two have known each other since they were kids. Their bond is unbreakable, and even when they spent years apart in different chapters, they were close. Calling each other every week.
I never had that, not in the club, not even out of it. I was always the outsider, never quite fit in. Despite the fact I grew up in the club, I was the quiet kid that nobody knew anything about,so of course everyone thought they knew everything about me. I tried to make friends, but I just didn't see the point in small talk, or the sort of shit banter that kids used to think was cool. I prefer to sit on the sidelines watching people, getting to know them and what makes them tick.
My road name didn't come from the club, it didn’t come from doing something cool or brave. It came from being called Iceman when I was younger. I was given the name by a couple of bullies when I was twelve. I don't really show emotion, I always seem switched off to what’s going on around me, they said I was as cold as ice.
They were wrong, I felt the emotion, sometimes it used to burn right through me. I just didn't let my emotions show, I didn't see the point in showing them, I didn't think that it got me anywhere in life letting people know how I felt, so I just didn't bother.
I still don't really see the point in letting my emotions run free, but I do show them a lot more than I used to. At least in the club I do. I might not be that close to anyone here, I might not have any best friends that I'm super close with, but I trust these men with my life, and I know they won't judge me for how I feel.
"Brother." I'm so lost in my thoughts I didn't see Wrath approach.
"Okay?" I ask.
He smiles. "Yeah. You wanna come play? I feel like you could use this just as much as I do."
I give him a wry smile. "I'd love nothing more than to share in that glory, brother, but Snake is yours."
"No, he's ours. Come let off some steam," he tells me.
"Nah, you go, brother, I'm good. I'm saving my anger," I tell him.
He considers me for a moment. "You really think she's going to let you kill her uncle?"
"Ha, who say's I'm going to ask her? The piece of shit will pay for what he's done to her," I spit.
