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“Nah,” Mammoth replied with a wide grin. “Too many pieces. Scattered them all over the state.”
That was when our guest decided to start shouting as loud as he could. Gave me a fuckin’ headache. “Grab him,” I snarled as I walked over to a flat, stainless steel table that we used for interrogations. A high, load-bearing ability with a maximum weight capacity of 1,000 lbs. and guaranteed not to break. Or so the manufacturer boasted. It was for made for hunters with bulky, heavy prey like elk or human cadavers that were morbidly obese. I liked the idea of the second option.
Glancing at Mammoth, I was reminded why we needed such an expensive table in the first place. He was over three hundred pounds of solid muscle alone and when he was holding someone down it was imperative the damn piece of equipment didn’t snap beneath the strain. That happened once. Wasn’t pretty. Took forever to clean up the bloody mess.
Chuckling lightly, I picked up a long steel rod used for sharpening knives and a hammer. Walking over to the Bloody Scorpions MC member, I lifted the objects before his eyes. “I think you need a little motivation. We’ve been enjoying each other’s company for over an hour now. I’m getting hungry and soon I’m not going to have any patience left.”
Mammoth was busy strapping the guy down and securing him so that he wouldn’t be able to move while I did my thing. Picking up the guy’s right hand, I pressed it flat against the table as Mammoth held his wrist in place.
“I’m gonna fuck you up!”
“What’s your name?” Mammoth asked, staring down at our prey as he struggled. “I wanna know whose mama I’m fuckin’ tonight after I gut you like a squirming little fish.”
“Fuck you!” He spit in Mammoth’s face and missed as one of Mammoth’s fists closed around his throat.
“Do it, Rael.” My V.P.’s voice was calm, deadly quiet in a way that almost frightened me, and I was one of his best friends. “I ain’t squeezin’ yet.”
Shit. Mammoth was pissed.
Maybe I should have asked one of my Enforcers like Exorcist or Jigsaw instead of Mammoth. His short fuse was gonna explode any second now. Better speed things up.
I settled the metal rod over the center of the guy’s hand, picked up the hammer . . . and slammed it down as hard as I could. A bloodcurdling scream launched from our prey’s mouth as the rod punctured the table and pierced his flesh. The rod was shoved directly through the center of his hand and wobbled above like a floppy dildo. Chuckling, I couldn’t help but stare at the blood that leaked from the wound and dripped onto the concrete floor, trickling closer to the drain I had installed years ago in the center of the room. I was kind of pissed that I didn’t watch my strength and drilled a hole through the table, but my Reaper didn’t hold back, especially when I was occupied with my number one obsession.
Revenge.
“Your name?” I asked, walking around the table and over to my workbench.
All the guy did was yell and cuss, his body flailing until Mammoth began to squeeze. “Last chance,” he muttered. “I’d answer if I were you.”
Choking and sputtering, the BSMC member tried to speak. Mammoth loosened his grip.
“Tiger.”
“Your real name, not the pussy ass excuse for a road name,” Mammoth demanded, shaking his head in annoyance.
“Biff Declan.”
I snorted as Mammoth chuckled. “Your mama not like you any, boy?”
Biff cussed under his breath. “Fuck off.”
Shaking my head, I ignored the agitation that surfaced. I needed answers, not to lose my shit or let Mammoth take Biff’s life before I was ready. Sighing, I picked up a mallet and swung it around in the air.
“Your knees are next.”
The door opened across the room and Exorcist walked in, his bloodshot blue eyes assessing the situation quickly before he snorted in humor. “Thought I’d pop in and check on my two favorite brothers.”
Mammoth smirked. “Right. You’ll get your turn. I want my piece first.”
“What did he do to you?” Ex strode our way, all swagger as he lit up a cigarette.
“Spit in his face,” I answered, trying not to laugh at Mammoth’s expression of fury at the reminder. “But this asshole is mine until I say I’m done.”
Ex nodded, immediately understanding this was personal. I didn’t have to go into detail. The whole club knew my past. It wasn’t a secret.
“My pres is gonna kill every last one of you Bastards!”
Biff must be feeling brave again. Dumb fucker.
