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“Ahhhh loyalty, Nyx.” Jessie looks at me and laughs darkly,“You must have inherited that from your uncle Skid.” He leans forward, sliding the tip of his knife under Tommy’s chin and using it to force his head up, so he’s looking him in the eye. “Because you sure as fuck didn't get it from that cunt Daddy of yours,” he tells him in a harsh whisper.
“Do you even remember your uncle Skid?” he asks, sliding the blade over Tommy’s throat without breaking the skin. “The uncle whose wife your Pa raped and fucking murdered.
Do you remember how Carly used to take care of you when you were younger, making sure you were fed and looked after while yourPa fucked his way through every club slut on the compound?”
“Don’t talk about him like that.” Tommy’s voice comes out weak, and I’ll bet he sounded like that while he was getting his ass pounded inside county.
Tommy sucks at making good choices.
“And was your Pa there for you when you landed up in jail. He knew how tough things were gonna be for you in there with all those Skinners he betrayed and no protection. Did he try and help you? Where is he now, Tommy? Is he trying to get you out of the shit you're in? If I called him up right now and told him that we have you, do you reckon he’d risk his life comin’ here to get you?” Jessie kicks the chair he’s been resting on out of his way, stabbing the knife into Tommy’s shoulder. “I think we both know the answer to that question. Don’t we?” Jessie shoves his face into Tommy’s once he stops screaming.
“You’re wrong,” Tommy shakes his head. “You really don’t know who that girl is, do you?” he laughs hysterically through the tears that have started to film over his eyes.
“That bitch is Judge Jackson’s daughter,” he says with pride. “And my Pa has had that man in his pocket for years.”
“You really expect me to believe that?” Jessie chuckles at him.
“My Pa’s smarter than any one of you, even Prez. You really think he spent all his time at this club out of loyalty. He was here for his protection. He gave the judge the information he needed and in return, he got to keep his ass out of prison,” Tommy sticks up for his father. I side glance the mastermind that is Jessie Donavon, and somehow manage to mimic the cool reaction he’s applying to the information he just bled out of Tommy.
This is huge, Chop has been ratting to the judge this whole damn time. Prez is gonna want more than blood when hears this new information, but for Ella’s sake, me and Jessie have to keep our cool.
“So, what about the girl?” I ask through my teeth, and when Tommy remains silent, Jessie adds a little more body weight to the knife making Tommy scream in pain.
“The… the judge, he ain’t been sticking to his side of the deal since the Carly incident.” Tommy strains against his pain, referring to his auntie’s death like it’s nothin’ but an inconvenience. Not the brutal murder that rocked this whole club and left Skid a broken man. “Pa wanted him to put us in some kinda witness protection program for protection, and he’s trying to make out like he can’t pull it off. The girl is just insurance that he’ll make it happen.” Jessie shoots me a stern warning not to react, and I click my knuckles to stop myself from killing the weedy little prick with my bare fists.
“And where’s Chop now?” Jessie asks calmly.
“Like I said. I won’t rat.” Tommy shakes his head.
Jessie laughs at him, then gestures with his head for me to follow him outside to the corridor. Dropping the act and looking serious the minute the door closes behind us.
“Go relay all that to Prez. Ask him how far he wants me to take this shit,” Jessie orders, lighting himself up a smoke.
“What do you mean, how far? We go all the fuckin’ way,” I fume back, my shit close to being fucking lost.
“That kid in there is the only family Skid’s got left. I won’t do permanent damage without his say so.” Jessie sucks hard on his smoke, and I feel his tension.
“And you think Chop will think like that if he gets his hands on Ella?” I argue my point back at him in a whisper so Tommy won’t hear us.
“That’s what separates bad from evil, Nyx, now go talk to Prez and ask him to get a hold of Skid.”
“This is bullshit.” I shake my head and as I’m about to storm off, Jessie grabs the scruff of my cut and pulls me back.
“Jesus Nyx, what’s wrong with you? You’re getting blindsided by a bitch. The Prez’s fuckin’ daughter outta all of ‘em,” he points out harshly, and I throw my fist into the solid stone wall and let out a loud frustrated growl as Ipull my hair from my scalp and pace the cold, damp corridor.
“You really do fucking love her, don’t you?” he shakes his head at me. “Fuck Nyx, what are you thinking?” Jessie scrubs his hand over his face.
“I don’t know how to love,” I assure him. A blatant lie, because if loving someone feels like your heart is slowly being torn out of your chest, I’m fucking feeling it. I’ve been feeling it since the first day I started that shitty high school and she smiled at me.
“I’ll go relay all that shit to Prez,” I tell him, avoiding any more judgment and needing to get some air.
“Go careful, Nyx,” Jessie calls out from behind me, and I stop and take in a deep breath before carrying on up the stairs.
When I get up to the foyer. I look out of the double doors onto the yard. It’s dark outside and when I notice Squealer and Screwy’s truck, the first thing I wonder is who has eyes on Ella now.
I find Prez in the lounge bar on his own, looking like he’s got the weight of the world resting on his shoulders and I tell him what Tommy just spilled. I watch his face turn to shock, the same way mine and Jessie’s had when we heard it.
“All this time he’s been ratting to the Judge.” He slumps back in his chair. “He’s been a member of this club for sixteen years.” Prez sounds hurt as he pours himself another drink and downs it in one.
