I did roll my eyes then.
“I’ll get him for you,” she said and then walked away.
I took in the clubhouse while I waited.
A man came walking over and said, “So, you’re looking for Storm?”
I lifted my chin, “I’m Ripper. Cotton and Garret sent me here because I asked for a transfer.”
The man nodded, then said, “Name’s Cason. Follow me.”
I did so.
We stepped into a large room dominated by a huge-ass table with the club’s logo carved into the center. Fourteen black chairs surrounded it. Cason pointed to the chair at the far end.
Then he introduced me to everyone.
“Need the details,” Red, the VP, said.
I lifted a brow, “Heard the conversation y’all had with Cotton. I was there. What more do you want to know?”
Storm chuckled, “Boy... got a feeling about you. But we need the rest of the story.”
I swallowed, then took in a deep breath.
“Heard my sister screaming and crying. I raced into the house. Kicked her bedroom door open. He was on top of her. Trying to rape her. I launched myself at him. He beat the shit out of me. Someone heard it. I didn’t know I’d pulled Ms. Strickland’s number out of my pocket—the one I had written on a piece of paper.”
“I knew that was hard. And we asked because we don’t let soft pussies into our club. You done good. Now, got one more question?” Storm said after he slapped me on the shoulder.
I jerked up my chin.
“Know that Garret choked the life out of the piece of shit. Know they got him back. Took him to the hospital to treat him. Care to tell me how he’s found dead the next morning?”
I locked my eyes with his and stared.
His eyes flared.
Then they narrowed.
“How did you kill him?” Storm asked.
In an uncaring tone, I said, “I ripped his throat out.”
If I thought his eyes had flared before... it was nothing compared to now.
He stared at me, slack-jawed.
Red was the same.
Tank as well.
Clip was smirking, “Finally. Someone who likes depravity.”
Cason nodded.
Hippie covered his throat with his hand.
Gravel smirked.
