“Don’t fucking lie to me! My wife had to have a bullet pulled out of her side because of the shit you motherfuckers decided to pull.” I pointed my gun right at hisface.
All five of the Renegades pointed their side arms at me as the rest of the Unacceptables walkedin.
“Not a good idea, boys. Drop them,” Walsh demanded, and the men did as they weretold.
“He’s mine.” I motioned to Darvey, and everyonenodded.
Walking over to the sniveling rat bastard, I put the butt of my shotgun to his temple. “You have the fucking balls to sell pills to my brother, shoot my wife, and then you fucking lie to my face aboutit?”
He put his hands higher in the air. “We were just trying to scare him. He’s been dodging us to avoid making his payments forweeks.”
“That feels like a confession, boys,” Bear chuckled, a dangerous fire lit in hiseyes.
“This relationship is over. You dealing drugs in our town is fucking done.” Buck growled from across the table as Mac shot one of their members in the temple. “I thought we could trust you. Shame on me for thinking scumbags like you could ever betrusted.”
“Holy fuck!” Darvey yelled as he tried to scramble to hisfeet.
I shoved his shoulder down. “Don’t even think aboutit.”
I pointed to the other three guys and without a word, they were taken out one by one by Bear andRyder.
“Just think of that as collateral damage for dealing drugs. It’s a very dangerous business,” I whispered in hisear.
“That was my brother, man,” he groaned as tears started to roll down his pitifulface.
“Yeah? I lost my brother while he was fighting for our country overseas. He would put a bullet in your skull right here for being such a piece of shit that pisses on the freedom you get from living in thiscountry.”
“What do you want to do with him, boss?” Mac asked, holding rope in his hands, just waiting for myorders.
“Tie him up and get me some pliers.” A devilish simper spread on my face as I formulated my torturousplan.
“Oh, this is going to be fun,” Ryder remarked as he leaned against thecounter.
Tying him to the chair, Mac looked over his shoulder at me. “Can I take a fewteeth?”
“Let me get a few licks in first, brother.” I took the large pliers out of Walsh’s hands before letting the metal connect hard with Darvey’s jaw. “Gotta loosen it up a bit foryou.”
Darvey screamed in agony with everyblow.
“You’re never going to be able to sell another damn thing or ride that pretty bike of yours ever again. Gag him, shut him the fuck up,” I bellowed as the guys did what Iasked.
His muffled pleas for salvation fell on deaf ears as he whimpered andmoaned.
“This is for Nate.” I took my sidearm and shot through his right hand. “And this is for Cass,” I roared as I shot through hisleft.
Handing the pliers to Mac, I gave him a quick wink. “Have fun, but save the tongue forme.”
Darvey struggled, trying to thrash his head from side to side while I held his bloodied skull in place for Mac. It was sick to see the pleasure we were taking in the torture, but it unitedus.
After about ten teeth were ripped from his gums and tossed on the floor, I took the pliers back and retrieved my buck knife from its sheath in myboot.
Gripping the end of his tongue, I sliced through it slowly. Tears rolled, snot dripped, moans emanated. I threw the severed tongue onto his lap. “This is for every mother who’s had to bury her baby from an overdose you caused. Now you get to live knowing pain like theirs.” I turned to the rest of the group as they stood in silence, watching the gruesome show. “We’re donehere.”
Buck put his hand on my back. “You good,brother?”
“I will be once Cassidy is back home,” I responded before heading back to mybike.
Chapter 8
