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Chapter 52
Gambit
Doc escorted BettiAnne to the clubhouse. She’d stay with Brick and Red in their suite until we took care of Dan. I knew she had information. Since she knew Pop by name, he’s going to go with me when I talk to her.
Smoke and Hammer had Dan chained and hoisted off the ground. His hands are tied at the wrist with rope. The rope hung over a large metal hook. The kind they used in meat packing facilities. Metallica’s ‘Sanitarium’ played on the speakers. Torture takes many forms. Psychological in my opinion is one of the best. You see, unless I miss my guess, Dan here is going to crack like a nut. That’s good, I want information and fast. What Dan doesn’t know is his death is still going to be filled with pain.
I walked up to Dan. He was doing his best to look tough. I resisted the urge to laugh at him. He’d already pissed his pants when the guys took him down in the hotel. I let my eyes go cold. That kind of cold only a stone-cold killer can pull off. Hitman, mercenary, assassin, hatchet man, killer; that’s me. First, I killed for my country and now I kill for a cause.
“I don’t have time to mess around motherfucker, so let me be blunt. You took our Queen. Every one of these men are angry, most of all me. Stormy’s fate and your punishment are now intertwined. The faster we get her back, the less pain you’ll experience. And you better hope and fucking pray that Barnes didn’t touch her. I swear to God if he did, I’m going to find somebody to rape you before I cut off your dick and feed it to you.”
Dan’s eyes got wider with each word. He shook his head. “If I tell you, Barnes will kill me.”
“If you don’t tell me, I’ll kill you. I have experience in torture. Not as much as Smoke or Hammer. You see motherfucker, you pissed off many people who make your worst nightmares look like a skip down motherfucking cotton candy lane. Boys, let’s loosen him up.”
My brothers, Pops and the men with him formed a line. Pops stepped up first.
“That’s my little girl, you piece of shit.”
He delivered two sharp punches to Dan’s gut, dodging out of the way as the dirt bag lost his lunch.
“Fuck, get a prospect to hose that down.”
Doc, Papa, and Outlaw all delivered punches to Dan’s back and side. Each man stepped up and said, “For Queenie”, while delivering the blow. Halfway through, Dan passed out.
“Pussy,” Smoke spat, sending a blow to the unconscious man’s ribs.
I pointed to Cosmo. “Wake him up. Smoke, why don’t you unpack the toys and let him see them as he comes to.”
I stood to the side, watching the scene unfold before me. Smoke went to the cabinet, pulling out several folding cases. He sat them on a high metal table near Dan waiting for the man to realize his surroundings. Dan jerked awake after the third pass of smelling salts.
He screamed pulling against his restraints. Dan screamed again this time in agony.
“I can’t tell,” he sobbed. “He’ll kill me.”
“Smoke, convince our friend that we’re the biggest boogeyman on the block.”
“With pleasure.”
Smoke unrolled the first set of tools selecting a scribing wheel. A tool used in leather working. It's basically a wheel of sharp spikes. Spikes that make patterns in thick leather. He surprised me by picking up the tool and going straight to Dan. I expected him to play the long game and play with more of his tools.
Smoke stopped, maybe two inches from Dan, the look on his face made my blood run cold for a moment. Damn, no one gave a cold dead stare like Smoke. His eyes went dead then they showed you the promise of pain to come. And then for the coup de grâce, the motherfucker would smile or laugh.
He ran the wheel over the dirtbag’s ribs in quick, forceful movements leaving a trail of blood behind. Dan howled in pain.
