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“Shit, this shouldn’t be making me hard, should it?” I hear a slap, so I’m guessing one of my brothers has hit him. I ignore it for the time being, as I have more work to do.
“I’m going to ask again, what’s your name?”
“It’s A-Alan,”
“A-Alan is a shit name for a murderer,” I tell him “Now, why the hell were you staking out the MC” He hesitates for a moment, not too long but long enough for me to swoop in and cut off his pinky finger at the second and then third knuckle, a twofer. The little bitch screams again, which was very convenient for me to pop a part of his finger into his mouth. Before I can get my hands on his jaw and nose, two large hands appear and do the job for me. Looking up, I see Rhodie smiling down at me. I gaze at his entire face, something I haven’t done until now, and a jolt of electricity hits me. I make a mental note to come back to that thought, but at the moment, I’m on a roll. I can do this all night, and by the looks of it, I have someone to give me a hand.
Rhodie
I grab dickhead Alan’s nose and jaw and hold them closed until Tuesday is ready to drop his next finger segment in. She looks up at me in surprise, her odd gaze holding mine before her eyes roll down to the now open, waiting mouth. She smirks before dropping the other segment of the finger in and I go to work holding Alan’s thrashing body until the fucker swallows again.
“Alan, Alan, Alan, how many times do we have to do this before you learn? I ask a question, you answer it, and keep all your body parts. I bet you were a slow learner, huh? Right, so one more time, why were you staking out the MC?” Tuesday smooths her clothes before sitting back down in front of him, waiting for his answer.
No part of her body is moving other than her eyes, which seem to dart all over our prisoner, seeming to take stock of his breathing, demeanor, everything. I’m standing directly behind Alan. I can feel his shuddering breaths. I should probably take a step back, but standing right here I get a front-row seat to Tuesday’s interrogation techniques, and they’re good. Really fucking good.
Devils Rose MC may not be a 1% club, however, that doesn’t mean we don’t have to get our hands dirty now and then. The bulk of us are ex-military, the type of guys who got cut loose after one too many shit deployments but still looking for brotherhood and the honor with which we served. Because of this, DRMC runs the usual type of businesses you’d find any MC running; strip clubs, wreckers, mechanics, that sort of thing, but we also like to keep our small part of the world safe. If that means ridding the streets of scum drug dealers, abusers, rapists, and murderers, then so be it. In that respect, I’m thinking Tuesday and her brothers may not be that different from us. I’m so caught up in my thoughts that I haven’t noticed that Tuesday has gone on a bit of a snipping spree.
Looking down, I see he now has 3 fewer fingers than he did before. I do my job of prying his jaw open and watch in awe and she pops them into his mouth one by one. I clamp his jaw shut and wait patiently while he thrashes and heaves in my arms. By the time I feel him swallow, my hands are covered in snot and tears. I release him roughly and watch him dry retch a few times before he pitifully whines.
“Ok, ok, I’ll tell you. Shit,” I drop my eyes down and dipshit is taking a shuddering breath. “Fuck, he’s going to kill me.”
Tuesday leans forward and puts a comforting hand on his knee. In a soothing voice, she coos, “Alan, I am going to kill you. Before whoever he is can even get to you. At this very point in time, I am the biggest threat to your life. Now, why were you staking out the MC?”
“I wasn’t watching the whole MC. I was sent here to watch one guy, Rhodes Paxon.”
I stiffen my spine and whip my head up towards my Prez and brothers
“Why the fuck were you sent here to watch him?” my Prez growls out
“I, I don’t know, man. All I had to do was watch him and report back. The guy I work for never said why, just that he’d pay me 10k to watch this guy for as long as he asks me to. I don’t even know which one of you is Rhodes Paxon!” Alan is panicking now, he’s trying to appeal to the Prez, but because of that fucking bit of skin that Tuesday nailed to his forehead he’s flying blind here, so all he’s doing is swinging his head back and forth trying to follow the Prez’s voice.
If this was any other day, the scene would be hilarious, but it’s not. It’s a weird fucking day, with a certifiably insane but cute as hell tiny woman, her giant brothers, and some motherfucker that thinks he can come up in here and watch the hell outta my MC and me. Not fucking happening.
“What have you told him so far, Alan?” Tuesday asks, and I have to admit it’s a good fucking question. Because of the tension in the room, all of us men hadn’t thought to continue the interrogation, more so stuck in our heads.
“I’ve told him ‘round about how many of you seem to be here, overall movements in and out, n-nothing of real importance. Like I said, I don’t even know which one of these guys is the one I’m looking for. I was hoping to find that out tonight, but then all this happened,” he bites back a sob. Stupid pussy. Prez steps forward but before he can get a word out Tuesday softly tuts, shaking her head.
“Alan, don’t you see? You’ve already said too much, I’m afraid. There are women and children here, good innocent people whose security you’ve put at risk with your little secrets. It really, really sucks to be you right now.” She stands up and walks back to the table in the corner, where her things are laid out methodically. She runs her fingers over a few of the tools, looking like she’s in a world of her own. I can vaguely hear her murmuring to herself, but I can’t make out what she’s saying. I stride over to my brothers, thinking up the best plan to keep everyone safe.
“Prez, I don’t know who the fuck this guy is or what he wants with me, but either way, if this fucker has reported back our movements, I’m not feeling fucking down with that. Do we want to lock down or send all the brothers with families off-site?” I can see my brothers’ eyes working, and I thank fuck I’ve known him all my life. Marx is 5 years older than I am, same father, different mother, and I’ve always thought he was the biggest, baddest bastard around. The day he earned the President patch was the day I knew I would live to serve him as best I could.
“No, Rhodie, let’s just see how this plays out. No full lockdown yet, but we’ll put a hold on parties with townies and we’ll put a couple of prospects on the women and children for now. Let’s see what else Tiny can get out of him” he lifts his chin in Tuesday’s direction. She’s still looking at her tools, with no expression on her face. Her body is very still. To anyone watching, she looks as if this is just a normal day for her. Hell, maybe it is. I know nothing about this woman, but something in me wants to know it all. I want to know what makes her tick. I want to know what makes her smile and laugh, how she tastes. I want to see her when she wakes up in the morning, and the look on her face when I slide my thick cock inside her. I have never been intrigued by a woman as much as I’m intrigued by her.
“Alan, you are going to die. But there are a couple of things I need to know. First off, I need to know the name of the man you work for. You also need to tell me why, 17 years ago, you broke into 1172 Mercury Close and killed the occupants all for some shitty jewelry.” I hear the intake of breath from a couple of my brothers. I feel my gut clench and think back. 17 years ago, I was stationed in some sandbox somewhere. I enlisted straight out of high school. However, a home invasion where the occupants were murdered isn’t something that happens in Rose Grove all that often. I think I can vaguely remember a story like that, but nothing that I can grasp hold of.
“W-what? You want to know about that? Fuck. That was years ago. Why would you want to know about that?” He clears his throat and sniffs a little.
“You know what? Fuck it, it’s not like I’m getting out of here alive. That was the first job I ever took. I was desperate. All I had to do was go to the house and get rid of the couple. The guy I work for gave me the file and told me all I had to do. That was it! I swear! I’m so, so sorry. I’m so sorry,” Alan has now totally lost it, sniveling and snotting everywhere, but I can’t pay attention to him. As soon as Alan revealed it was a hit, I saw Tuesday’s brothers stiffen, all their gazes locked on their sister. Tuesday has the same look on her face as her brothers. However, she seems eerily still. Apart from the fingers on her right hand. I watch as she taps her pinky to her thumb, then her ring finger, middle, and pointer all tap her thumb before starting over again. Something is definitely not right. I look toward my Prez, who is also watching her with a frown on his face. Suddenly Tuesday shakes her head, pulls her shoulders back, and in a cheery voice announces,
“Ok, well, I’m parched. I’m going to pop out and get a little refreshment, Alan. I’d love to offer you something, but, well, there’s no real point. You’re going to die and anything I put in you is going to come back out. Be rude of me to make the cleanup an even bigger job. You wait right here and we’ll be back in a minute. Oh, and before you get any ideas of escape,” her words drift off as she pulls out the longest fucking screws I’ve ever seen in my life and proceeds to screw his thighs to the chair with a fucking DeWalt cordless drill. I hear my brothers hiss out a couple of breaths as his screams stop abruptly as he passes out.
“Right, now that he’s out and not going anywhere, I need to think this shit out,” Tuesday says to her brothers before walking out the door and leaving all of us standing in the room without her.
“Well boys, your sister is something else,” Marx says to them as we go to follow her out
“You don’t know the half of it,” August states on our way back into the clubhouse. Tuesday is pacing and mumbling to herself again, walking the length of one of the main tables and back.
“Dayz, what’s going on?” Tav asks his sister gently, throwing his arm over her shoulder and squeezing her to him. She settles immediately and I feel something akin to jealousy which is fucked up, given that this is her brother and it’s not right for me, a fucking stranger, to want to comfort her.
