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“You’re all dead men walking.”
“No, we’re not,” I tell him as I stand in front of him. “Here’s the thing, no one knows I have the girl. No one is gonna know. What I do want to know is what a fellow MC member would be doing with your boss.”
“You think I’d tell you that?” he smirks at me as I take the nail and hold it over his hand. I push the nail into his flesh before bringing up the hammer and slamming it against the head of the nail, pounding it into the back of his hand. The man screams in pain as the nail is forced through his hand and into the arm of the chair, pinning his hand in place. I smile as I back away and grab another nail for the other hand.
“What was he doin’ with them?”
“You’re crazy to think you can fix this!”
“Fix what?” I ask. He doesn’t say anything, and I move to do the same to his other hand. Once again, his screams pierce my ears before I move to the table. Instead of the hammer and nails, I grab the nail gun and walk back to him.
“We want a reason,” Cage tells him as I stand in front of him with the nail gun ready. He looks at it and then at Cage before I lower it to his thigh and press the trigger. Compressed air forces the nail out of the gun, shooting it through his leg as he screams in pain.
“Catoli wanted it all! Dodger was helping him get it.”
“Meanin’ what?” I ask. When he doesn’t speak immediately, I press the nail gun to his other leg, and he speaks just as I’m about to pull the trigger.
“He wants to run whatever the MC has going on!”
“Dodger was helpin’ him?” Twitch asks.
“He wanted more. They weren’t giving him the rank he wanted. Catoli offered more.”
“Are you fuckin’ lyin’ right now?” I growl as I press the nail gun into his stomach.
“I’m not! That’s the truth. He was helping him take down his own club,” he says. I pull the gun away from him and turn to look at Cage.
“What went wrong?”
“What do you mean?”
“We know Dodger is dead. What went wrong?”
“That little bitch! She opened her mouth and-” Before he can finish that sentence, I swing the nail gun around and hit him in the face. Blood splatters from the cut on his face and mouth when I pull back and look him in the eye.
“What. Went. Wrong?” I ask him once more.
“Fuck! Dodger didn’t get his way. He didn’t get the position he wanted and threatened to pull the whole thing.”
“Kill him,” Cage orders, nodding toward the asshole.
“That all you want?” I ask.
“That’s all I needed. He’s useless to me now,” he adds.
“Don’t do this. I gave you the information you wanted!” He pleads with us. Too bad we don’t care. I put the nail gun on the table and pulled my knife out instead. As I walk to him, I smile.
“You made a few mistakes today. One was gettin’ caught by us. The other was callin’ my girl a bitch,” I tell him before plunging the knife into his chest. I pull it out and stab him repeatedly until his last breath leaves his body. Then I turn, toss my knife on the table and walk out of the shed.
“Feel better?” Cage asks, slapping a hand on my shoulder.
“It feels somethin’. How are you gonna break this to Mask?”
“I don’t know. That’s some fucked up shit if it’s true.”
“You don’t think it’s true?” I ask, glancing over at him.
“Don’t know. It does make sense to a point, but if Dodger wasn’t happy where he was, why not look for somethin’ more?”
