An evil smirk plays on the corner of my lips—it’s time to play.
We make our way into the slaughterhouse to find NOS and the other asshole strung up and a little battered.
“Did you all have some fun without us?”Anvil chuckles, pulling the two prospects into one-armed back-slapping hugs.
NOS looks up, glaring at everyone.“You might as well fucking kill me now.I’ve got fuck all to say to you.”
We all chuckle, shaking our heads.
“You see, at this rate, we don’t need anything from you.We have all of Relic’s records.Your club is no more and we have what it is you want most,” Raider says, standing in front of him with his arms behind his back.
NOS’s eyes go wide.“You have all of them?”
“His handwritten ones and the ones he kept on the cloud,” Terro replies.
NOS drops his chin to his chest.“Then I truly have nothing to give you.”His head comes up.“Do your fucking worst.”
“NOS, have you lost your fucking mind?We did not do what we did for you to fucking surrender like this,” the other Knight hisses.
“Surrender is your only option,” Mercy snaps, slamming a knife into his thigh.
Raider lays a hand on my shoulder.“Do what you see fit.”
Tilting my head, a cruel smile stretches my lips.“He will suffer.”
Everyone clears the room except Mercy, Blender, me, and Token.The psycho twins get to work on their prize, who starts screaming.Walking over to the table of tools, I pick up the torch, lighting it before going to NOS.
“I’ve been told that doing heroin feels like you’re lighting yourself on fire.Is that true?”I ask the man.
NOS looks at me with narrowed eyes.“You really want to talk about drugs?”
“No, I really don’t.”Reaching out, I tear his shirt off his body.
Revealing something unexpected, as no others have had it.On his chest is a tattoo of the Lucifer Knights' colors.
“Let's see how long it takes to melt this away,” I state as I place the blowtorch to his skin.
It takes hours and so, so many tools before the man dies with a scream on his lips.Blender and Mercy are still playing with their toy when I leave.As soon as I get back to the clubhouse, I shower before crawling into bed with my Sparrow.I pull her tightly to me and sleep soundly for the first time since the night I received her call all those years ago.
Two weeks after the attack on the clubhouse, things are finally getting back to normal.Our construction company is booming; the cleaning service is taking care of the rich and stupid, and our product issues for the Italians seem to have finally settled.
Charlie works the bar like she always has and is happier than ever.
Raider calls for church as Hermes has something to go over that he has found in all the records.Everyone files in talking and happier than we’ve been in a long time.Though our usual joker and funny man is quiet and withdrawn.
Once we’re all seated, Raider calls us to order and turns the floor over to Hermes.
“I’ve got some good news, and some fucked-up news,” he starts.“From what I’ve been able to find, the sex trafficking ring that Shea was masterminding has been destroyed.”
We cheer at finding out that we’ve done what we need to do to ensure that women and children are not being hurt.
“Here is where things take a fucked-up turn.Though Relic worked closely with Shea, and their own trafficking ring was the center point, I have found that he was working with several others as well.The main contact being the Senator that we seem to keep cleaning up after,” Hermes ends on a snarl.
Remedy leans forward with his hands on the table.“That motherfucker is going to fucking die for the things he has done.”
“I will not disagree with you.With the evidence we’ve collected and what Hermes has found in Relic’s records, that is exactly what is going to happen.We have a meeting with the Italians to share some of the information that we’ve found, as they work closer with them.”
“As long as he is ours in the end,” Remedy demands.
