“Incoming,” we hear through our earpiece from Hawk.
Havoc wiggles his eyebrows, “Showtime,” he whispers.
We watch as the bitch steps out of her car just as Mayor Burns pulls in right behind her. They make small talk as they enter through the side door and out of sight.
“You ready?” I ask Havoc.
“Let’s do this.”
We make our way out and carefully retrace our steps through the knee-high tall grass towards the back windows. The house is a shack and has been empty for some time. Blankets cover the windows so it’s hard to see in or out. As we squat down under the main one, we can hear their conversation.
“What’s new?” I hear Dennis ask and can see a sliver of them from a gap in the window and blanket. He’s on his phone while she’s working to get his belt off.
“The bitch is back home from what the guys are saying. Stone hasn’t been at the clubhouse much, must be tending to her,” Tessa, the rat, informs him.
“Don’t call her that,” he snaps at her, and the way he says it gets my hackles up.
“I don’t know what y’all see in her? She doesn’t seem so special that y’all are tripping over each other.”
“It’s not your concern what I want with Raegan. Your job is to get me information on that band of thugs and for you to suck my dick,” he tells her then pushes her to her knees. She happily obliges. “Now suck so you can get paid.”
For the next few minutes he asks her questions, and she pulls off his micro dick to answer. She doesn’t have any information because our brothers are loyal to the club and don’t discuss business with outside people.
I nudge Havoc ready to bleach my eyes after having to witness this lame performance.
“Showtime.”
We come around the side of the house to the door they entered is and shoulder our way through it. The noise jolts them apart. Dennis scrambles to pull up his pants, while Tessa stands and backs away to the corner of the room with her hands up.
“He made me,” she starts pleading, knowing what’s coming for her.
“I see our mayor is out with the people of our town doing his civic duties,” I say as Havoc and I start to box them in. Movement from the door shows Reaper, Chains, Brass, and Twitch. The rest of our brothers are out holding their spots as a lookout for us.
“This isn’t what it looks like,” Dennis tries to say.
“It sounded like you’ve been trying to get information on my club and on my Ol’ Lady,” I snarl.
“Stone, he—” Tessa tries again, but I slash my hand through the air stopping her.
“You should know what happens to rats and those who fuck with us,” I tell her then look over at Dennis. “I’ve been biding my time for this day.”
“You’ll go to jail if something happens to me. They’ll never believe I did anything,” he tries to put on a brave front, but I can tell by the falter in his voice he knows his words don’t hold water.
“Twitch,” I say and my men grab and hold both our guests, covering their mouths. “That’s where you’re wrong, Mayor Dennis.” I can’t help the sinister smile that forms across my mouth. “The deed to this house is in your name. When they find you and this whore here, they’ll start digging. They’ll find out that you had a secret love nest for your affairs that no one knew about.”
Twitch walks over and hands me a shaving bag. I zip open the bag pulling out a tourniquet and syringe. My brothers pull Tessa to the floor while Dennis watches; his eyes bulge when I pop the cap off. Brass ties a band around her upper arm right above her elbow, and I wait a few moments before I stab the needle down into the pulsing vein.
She’s trying to squirm and squeal as I decompress the toxic amount of heroin into her vein. It doesn’t take long before her eyes glaze over and her body gives in to the hit of dope.
Dennis starts really trying to put up a fight, but my men are no match for his pansy-ass. Standing to my feet, I walk over and face the man who helped destroy my wildcat’s childhood. He deserves everything that’s about to happen to him. My thoughts stray to the day that he put his hands on her and a red haze flushes over my eyes and soul.
“Ever wonder why those bogus charges over the years never stuck?” Dennis is shaking and sweating as if we were in a sauna. I lean in like I’m telling him a secret. “The police department and most of the judges are on our payroll.”
I nod for Reaper to remove his hand from over Dennis’s mouth.
“Please, I’ll?—”
“You put your hands on my woman and hurt her,” I say, looking him dead in the eyes.
