“I saw her last night when she left work. I told her I was sorry and she told me to leave her alone. I tried to get her to understand, but she’s stubborn.” His eyes went far away. “She always was, even back then.”
I thought back to the night before, to the way she had reacted when she had passed the ATF car and how she’d looked like she’d been crying.
“Are you all ATF agents?” I snarled.
“What?”
“The others that night—did you all end up as agents?” I said angrily. My muscles were twitching, ready to end this shit. To end him.
“Not all of us. Frank moved away afterwards, but Kenny and Paul—they’re good men now, both hard working, with families of their own. They probably don’t even remember Nancy, or that night.” He said it like it was okay. Like the fact that they didn’t jack off every night on what they’d done to her would be okay, or make any of it any better.
I glared down at him and we both knew he was lying too—they did remember her, they all did. The sound of a car pulling up sounded out behind me and I stood up.
The doors opened and two men stepped out. I’d seen them before at the clubhouse when they’d raided us. They looked at Peter Lear on the ground, their eyes going wide as they realized, all too late, that there was no way he was walking away from this.
“You Paul?” I asked, nodding toward one of the men.
He shook his head.
“Kenny then?” I asked, and he nodded slowly, his gaze moving to the man next to him warily. “And that’s Paul?”
He nodded and I smiled and lifted my gun, blowing a hole in both of their skulls without even taking a breath.
Motherfuckers got the easy way out.
Their bodies fell to the ground and I turned back to Peter, my gun aimed at his head. “Nancy sends her motherfucking regards, bitch!”
“Please!” he screamed, sounding more like a prepubescent boy than a grown man.
I shook my head at him and glanced at Vin. “We need a name,” he grunted out, clearly unhappy with having to bring it up. It must have been all over my face how much I wanted to blow this motherfucker away.
I leaned down and grabbed him by the front of his shirt. “Give me a name, now!”
His eyes were wide, his skin slick with sweat. “No,” he said with a shake of his head. “You’ll kill me if I do.”
“Motherfucker, I’m gonna kill you anyway!” I roared. “Now give me a name!”
“No, no,” he sobbed, his chin trembling. I shook him like a rag doll and then dropped him to the ground.
I turned and looked at Vin. “He needs to go to ground!” I growled out.
“I’ll never give you a name,” Agent Lear said, his voice high-pitched like his balls were tucked up high in his waist. But he was right. He was never giving us a name. The dumb fucker thought that would keep him alive when instead all it did was sending him to his death.
I glanced at Vin and he nodded. “Do it.”
“Thank fuck for that,” I said and looked back at Peter.
I aimed at Peter and fired, putting a bullet straight through his skull and silencing his pleading immediately. Blood trickled out of the small hole, surrounding his head like a halo of blood. It was ironic, because Agent Peter Lear was anything but angelic.
~ 17 ~
I pulled up to Nancy’s trailer an hour later while my brothers disposed of the three bodies and dealt with the aftermath of my murderous temper. I had to see my woman before it was too later, and Vin understood that. Maybe it was because I’d taken care of a problem for him and the club.
The door opened before I’d even made it to the steps, and a woman who I presumed was Nancy’s mom looked out at me. I stopped in my tracks and she looked me up and down with a hard eye. Yeah, definitely Nancy’s mom. Despite her haggard appearance, there was no mistaking that look of curiosity mixed with wariness.
I climbed off my bike and hung my helmet, dragging my hair back from my face as I looked along the trailer, checking the windows for any sign of movement. Nancy didn’t seem the sort of woman to hide inside and let her mom try to protect her, but it also wouldn’t surprise me entirely either.
Nancy’s mom put a hand on her hip and tilted her head to one side. “You better come in,” she said, before turning and going back inside.
