Before he can utter a useless excuse, I swing my arm around as hard as I can. His head snaps to his right shoulder as I feel a satisfying crunch ripple under my knuckles. His knees give out but Havoc and Reaper hold him up.
“That’s for Raegan and all the pain you caused her,” I grit.
Over on the floor Tessa starts to convulse as she makes gurgling sounds. A white foam starts bubbling out of her mouth as my brother steps away to let nature take its course.
“No, no, please,” Dennis gains our attention as he watches what is going to be his fate.
“Get her naked and lay her over there,” I instruct then turn back to our guest of honor. “It didn’t have to be this way, Dennis. When you became mayor, I reached out, but you thought we were beneath you. You worked all these years to try to build a legacy that people will talk about for decades, but in reality all their going to remember is a cheating, drugged out guy who was once the mayor, who died in an abandoned house.”
Reaper places his gloved hand back over his mouth and moves to lower him on the ground while I grab the other tourniquet and syringe from the bag. Handing the band over to Brass, he ties it around the same way as he did Tessa’s to Dennis’s arm. The mayor starts pulling hard against Havoc and Reaper’s hold, but he is no match for these guys. Popping the cap off, I thump the needle to shake up the liquid inside for show. I’d love to draw this out and torture him for hours, but the longer we’re here, the likelihood that someone might see us. And we can’t have that.
“Rest in Hell,” I say standing over his pathetic body, but I crouch down and hover over him. “There’s No Exiting this Dead Road.”
I plunge the syringe down into his main vein and feel a weight lifted as the last of the drug enters his body. We wait a few minutes as his body starts to react the same as Tessa’s did. We watch the life leave his eyes and a calmness washes over the room.
“Make this look like a love nest,” Havoc says as I stare down at the dead bodies on the floor. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for my brothers, my club, and my woman and that includes murder.
Once we feel like it’s believable, we gather up all our stuff.
“Let’s get gone, brothers,” I say and we disperse from the house. The guys head out to the waiting crew who were our lookouts.
Havoc and I retrace our steps to our vehicle past the field in the backyard.
“Damn, that felt good,” he says as he starts up the truck.
“Hopefully, this means we’ll get some breathing room for a while.” I blow out a deep exhausted breath. The last few weeks have been a lot of burning the candle at both ends, and I’d like to relax, if only for a couple days.
“Think I’m going to sleep for a solid week once we get back,” he comments as we get on the highway.
“The men aren’t going to like it, but we need to clear out the Sweetbutts and get all new ones.”
He grunts, “Was thinking the same thing. Hawk can start vetting the ones who stick around more frequently.”
“I’m sure he’s gonna love one more thing on his plate,” Havoc chuckles. “Bet it’d go over better if you tell him that Raegan will help.”
I reach over and sock him in the arm.
“Don’t mention Hawk and my woman working together.” He laughs at my grouchiness.
Hawk can’t hide his big crush on Raegan. The brothers think it’s hilarious, but it annoys the shit out of me.
“What’s going on with you and Sutton?” I ask, since it’s the first time we’re getting to chat about this subject.
Havoc blows out a breath then shakes his head.
“Man, I wish I knew,” he says, and you can hear the frustration in his voice.
“What’s the problem?”
“Well, first, she’s Raegan’s friend…”
“So, that shouldn’t matter as long as you’re over my woman?—”
“I am,” he quickly says. “She won’t give me the time of day, but when she does, it’s incredible.”
“And…”
“And I…have Zane to think about. It’s not just me, plus my ex is a psycho. Not to mention Sutton has weird ass religious parents.” He pauses for a second. “I really like her, man, and when I first saw her it was like something shifted in me.”
