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I fist what little hair the man has and yank his head back. “You roughed up one of my girls pretty good.”
His bloodshot eyes meet mine. “I’m sorry, okay?”
“Why the hell would you damage something that belongs to the Sons?”
“I didn’t think it was a big deal. She’s just a whore, right? They’re a dime a doz—”
My fist slams into his mouth and cuts him short, making his eyes roll back in his head and blood dribble from his mouth, along with a few cracked teeth. I rear back and drive into him again, hitting him in the cheek and splitting it wide open.
“Don’t ever”—I punch him again, no doubt breaking his jaw this time—“fuck with the Sons. Do you understand me, motherfucker?”
The question isn’t answered because he’s lost consciousness. I release his head with a shove and walk over to the sink in the corner to wash his blood off my hands.
“You want me to get your ropes?” Lucky asks.
My road name comes from my preferred method of torture, ropes. The methodical tying and binding of body parts to cut off circulation is almost relaxing. For me, at least.
“Nah. We don’t need the heat that’d come from a customer disappearing.”
“We can’t just kick him out like this.”
“Where does he live?” I ask.
Lucky digs through his pockets until he finds a wallet. “He’s local.”
“Get his address off his license and drop him at his door.”
He laughs. “I’ll bet his wife and two point five kids will love hearing how he got messed up.”
I pour a bottle of rubbing alcohol over my knucks before washing my hands. “He’ll probably lie and say he got mugged.”
Lucky flashes a sly grin. “Don’t we have some Honey Pot T-shirts in the gift shop?”
I chuckle and turn to face him. “We do. Let’s give him an outfit change before he goes home. That’ll be harder for him to talk his way out of.”
CHAPTEREIGHT
NAVY
Ididn’t have luggage when we moved into Ray’s house, and I don’t have any now, so I grab a black yard bag from under the kitchen sink. It’s embarrassing but whatever. I have no other option.
“What are you doing?” Ray barks from where he’s just sat down with a beer.
After I got home last night, Mom and I watched a movie in peace. She went to bed, but I stayed awake. It was four in the morning before he came home. From my spot in the window, I could see the front of his shirt was splattered with blood. Once he was inside, I waited until I heard the back door open and shut before I slipped out of my room to investigate. I found him in the backyard, standing in front of the fire pit. He was shirtless and spraying a pile of clothes with lighter fluid. Getting rid of the evidence, I supposed. Knowing it’d take at least ten minutes for them to burn, I snuck out the front door, stopping to grab his car keys.
As quietly as I could, I opened the car door and slipped into the driver’s seat. After digging through the console and the random trash on the passenger seat and floor, I couldn’t find anything telling me what he’s been up to. I thought it was a dead end, but then I opened the glove box and froze. In it was a shiny, black gun.
That would explain the blood.
Not wanting to leave any fingerprints, I left it as is and went back to bed. I don’t know what Ray has gotten himself into, but it has me feeling extra nervous about leaving Mom here alone.
“My job is finally starting, so I’ll be gone for thirty days.”
“You said two weeks,” he bites out.
“This is for training. After that, it’ll be two weeks at a time.” It’s not a lie because I’m holding Colin to his promise.
“Don’t think just because you’re not here, you don’t have to pay me the money you promised.” Of course, it always comes back to money.
