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“Fuck you!” he spat as his demeanor went from fear to fierce. “You wear the cut,” he glared at the Devil’s Reach cut I wore, “but it doesn’t mean shit if you can’t back it up.”
“This is true.” I rubbed my chin to savor the moment. “One busted leg, you can survive,” I shifted my weight, “but two?” I wrapped my arm around his good leg and lifted it as if I was about to twist the knee. “What the fuck were you doing at Dirty Deed and stealing my shit?” It was bad enough they’d stolen from me, but now my product was wasted, smeared all over the pavement mixed in blood and guts. The ultimate insult was they’d stolen it from Minnie’s club.
“Do it!” he rasped. His face was red and sweaty as he dared me to show my hand.
“Happy to oblige.” In a flash, I lifted and twisted his knee and popped it out of its socket. As he screamed, I stood with one foot on the knee and pressed down as I yanked his leg upward and heard the snap of the ligaments. He cursed and flailed about while I fed off his pain. “Answer my question.”
“That all you got?” he managed to spit out, his mouth dripping with saliva.
“Oh, fuck no, there’s two hundred and six bones to play with, and the night’s still young.” I used the heel of my boot to crunch down on two of his fingers.
“Ahh!” he cried out.
“Shall we count as we go?” I rolled his ankle and snapped the bone, and the sound mixed with his screams. “All you have to do is answer one question and all of this can be over.”
“Bones heal,” he hissed and tried to find his breath. I spotted something with my phone light, and inspiration struck.
“Wait here.” I picked up my gun as I headed back to my bike then removed a plastic bottle from my bag. I used my knife to cut it in half.
“Fuck you, Grim Gates!” he managed to yell through the pain. I knew shock was already beginning to set in. I didn’t like that idea; it could end things too fast. I hurried back over.
“You know,” I looked around as I squatted next to him, the bottom half of the bottle in my palm, “Trigger told me this story once where he tied a man’s feet to one end of his bike and his arms to another bike and they drove off in different directions.” I kept my voice conversation-like. “The guy’s body just ripped in two.” I made the motion with my hands. “I’ve done a lot of things,” I pulled out a joint and lit the tip, “but I haven’t done that yet.” I let out a relaxed breath and sent white smoke into the air. “Or maybe I should just utilize mother nature.” I reached over and scooped the half bottle through a fire ant hill. Thousands of pissed off ants poured out of the top. Quickly, I opened the man’s pants and tossed the lot on his junk.
“Holy shit!” Panic broke over his face as his brain tuned in to the fact that he was being stung in his most protected area. “Ah! Ah! Ahh!” His mouth opened wide as the angry ants had their way with him. The pain from his broken bones had nothing on what he now experienced. The desert was as ruthless as I was; perhaps that’s why we got along so well.
I snapped my lighter and held the flame out as an offering if he’d just tell me the truth.
“It was just a distraction,” he screamed.
“From what?” I ignored his distress.
“From, from, ah-ah-ah…” He tried to speak as he rolled around like a whale out of water. “He wanted us to find out what she knew…” His screams took over again as the ants did their thing.
“What who knew?” I puffed on my joint and felt it line my lungs with sweet relaxation.
“The girl.”
“You already said that, asshole. Who? Minnie?”
“No.” His eyes rolled back as he passed out. I slapped his face, and he came to again, but only for a second.
“Who sent you and what girl? Fuck.” I pulled out my phone, but before I could press in any numbers, Trigger and the guys pulled up.
“We got jack shit from the others.” Rail hopped off his bike and removed his helmet.
“Well, a bullet in the mouth’ll do that.” Brick rolled his eyes as he admired the man at my feet. “Are those fire ants?” He stepped back quickly, and Rail covered his crotch with a curse.
“Morgan’s got a few snakes behind him. They took the bait.” Trigger was the last to get off his bike. “Anything?”
“Why do you look like that?” Brick’s finger made a circle at my expression.
“Because they only took the drugs as a distraction.” I stood. “He said they wanted to know what the girl knew.”
“Who? Minnie?” His eyes darkened.
“No, someone else.” The tension in Brick’s shoulders lifted. “He mentioned they wanted to know what she knew.”
“Who?” Trigger flipped his mohawk out of his face. “One of the girls they messed up?”
