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“How’s Sneaky Silas doin’ these days? He got any other schemes up his sleeves?” Wolf asked while he went over to the table filled with all kinds of tools and knives.
“Answer my VP.” Demon pressed his blade deeper into Mud’s arm.
“I don’t know anything! Leave me alone, you sick fuck! You and that crazy bitch deserve each other!” Mud yanked his wrists against the cuffs that held him in his metal chair in the middle of the barren concrete room with a drain on the floor before him.
As an old IVMC member, Mud knew exactly what happened in this cell. His fate had been sealed and everyone in this room knew this.
The only variable was the road to his death: it could be long and very painful if he didn’t cooperate. Thus far, Wolf got the distinct impression that the old timer would rather earn his pain before he would meet his maker.
“Maybe I should bring my Old Lady downstairs so you can tell that to her face?”
Wolf’s hand froze midair on its way to the pliers on the table. He pulled a brow at Demon calling Cat his Old Lady.
That had been news to Wolf, even though it had been a long time coming.
“You can tell her to come down and swallow my cock.”
Wolf shook his head. Mud would never learn when to shut his trap.
“How about I’ll swallow your cock right after I’ve cut it up in thirty little pieces?”
Mud’s nostrils flared. “I can’t believe you found us up in that cabin. I’ve been craving her tight cunt for years after her brother first brought her to the—”
Demon stood behind Mud’s chair and slung his arm around his neck. Mud's legs shook as they were tied against the legs of the chair that was bolted to the concrete floor. His fingers flexed before his knuckles turned white around the armrests.
Wolf watched the show for several minutes before he said, “If you keep this up, we’ll not be able to ask him anything about Silas.”
“I don’t care about his Prez. We’re goin’ to kill them one by one, anyway.”
Mud passed out from the lack of oxygen and Demon pushed his greasy head away from his arm.
“Damn time he’d shut the hell up.”
Wolf shook his head with a smile on his face. “You were off to an early start today.”
“So are you,” Demon said, never missing a beat.
Wolf rubbed his temple. “Whatdoyoumean?”
Demon cleaned his knife with a pristine clear cloth he’d pulled from his inner pocket. As he wiped Mud’s blood from his blade, Demon kept Wolf on his toes as he waited on Wolf for an explanation.
Demon must have caught something in his jumpy behavior that made him pull his enforcer card on Wolf.
Wolf kept his mouth shut, though. He may be a stupid son of a bitch, but he wasn’t about to tell Demon how he’d pushed his ten year younger sister up against the refrigerator just half an hour ago. Especially not when it was just the two of them in the torture basement while the man held his beloved knife in his hands.
Wolf wasn’t a pussy, but he wasn’t stupid either.
“Heard you overacting it all night.”
Wolf blew air through his nose. “Overacting?”
Demon hummed while sheathing his knife.
“What do you mean?”
“Louder than usual. Did the sweetbutts audition for a porn flick or somethin’?”
“Hey, just because you’ve got a ball and chain nowadays, doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t enjoy the perks of club life.”
