Red nodded, motioning me to get a move on. “Around back,” he ordered, and I started to head for what I was hoping was thebackdoor.
The back step complained under my boots as I tried to be as quiet as possible. Red pointed over to a window next to me that was slightly open. Carefully, I lifted it up enough for us to climb through. All of those nights sneaking into the Hellock house were starting topayoff.
We tiptoed through the hallway to the kitchen. I flicked the light off as I made my way into the small room after picking out which one of the two was mytarget.
Grey flannelshirt.
I kept repeating that in my head while his buddy in white was invisibletome.
Right as he was starting to jump out of his kitchen table seat, I grabbed a fistful of his flannel, slamming him back into his wood chair, pulling the hammer of my gun and resting it right on his buzz cuttemple.
“Easy old boy. There’s a few ways we can handle this,” I whispered in his ear as Red yelled at the other guy, who he had up in the air being choked by a metal wire. Trickles of blood started to stain this whitecollar.
“Calm the fuck down motherfucker or I will let this wire slice you from eartoear.”
The guy thrashed and choked until Red yanked harder, slicing the dude’s neck wide open. I kept my eyes and attention locked on my guy while his dude gurgled and squirmed next to my feet. It was the first time I had ever watched someone bleed out like that and it took everything in my power to keep it together. Yanking up the grey sleeves, Red zip tied the guy’s hands while I kept my hand on him and my gunwaiting.
Our target’s raspy voice echoed in the small space, “You fuckers just made the biggest mistake ofyourlife.”
I quietly laughed in his ear. “Funny, you’re the one of the wrong side ofthisgun.”
“Or is he?” I heard a strong voice behind me and a hammer being pulled back right next tomyear.
Bang!
My ears started ringing instantly as I got sprayed with warm, sticky chunks and the Sinner fell right on top of his buddy, who was finally no longer gasping for air.His gun clinked to the floor as Red shoved his back into his waistline. It was the fastest display of drawing I had ever witnessed and I was thanking my lucky fucking stars that Red was that good with his weapon. Two seconds more and I would have been the one on the the ground with a bullet hole through the side of myskull.
“You no good, fucking bastards!” The target started to trash around in his seat, keeping his eyes trained on his fallen brothers laying athisfeet.
“Shut up.” I kickedhisshin.
“Fuck.” He spit onto my boot. “I will have you both fucking tortured and strung up by your empty ball sacksforthis.”
“You can try.” Red pulled his chew out form his pocket, beefing up his lip. “You good, son?” After tying a bandana as a gag around our hostage’s mouth to finally shut up his yelling, Red patted me on the back while wrestling our target tohisfeet.
I gave Red the thumbs up then followed him out the front door and down the gravel driveway as we dragged the reluctant Sinnerbehindhim.
Red fumbled through his saddlebag, tossing a long rope to me. “Tie that around this fucker’s ankles and then toyourbike.”
I did as I was told. The dude kept thrashing and wailing pleas for help in muffledtones.
Red tied up his arms all the way to his shoulders, connecting the other end of his rope to the back of his bike. My blood ran cold. I finally figured out what Red and Abel’s plan for this guy was, and it was going to be a gruesomesight.
Kicking him in the stomach a few times, Red yelled and spit on the Sinner. “We’re going to teach you fuckers once and for all to never mess with the Unacceptables everagain.”
I made sure all my knots were perfectlysecured.
“You ready to play a little tug of war in thegravel?”
“Ready whenyouare.”
The Sinner started screaming even louder. It was ear piercing listening to a gagged person pleading for their life, but there was no turning back. This was happening and I was going to have to suck up how physically ill the thought of literally tearing someone in half wasmakingme.
My gut clenched as I turned the key and felt my Harley rumble between my legs. I gunned it, my bike lurching forward and then spinning the tires trying to fly down the road toward the house we’d just dragged the son of a bitch out of. Gravel peppered the dude and flew out from behind my back tire as his yelling pierced into the calm night air. Then all of a sudden his body gave way and his upper half trailed down the road behind my bike for a fewseconds.
I threw out my kickstand, hopping off my bike before I hurled all over it. I yacked in the bushes as Red trotted down the roadtome.
“Nicework,kid.”
