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LeiMae
The bed next to me had cooled, which told me that Tracker had got up a while ago. I looked around the room and noticed it was darker than the last time I woke up. Passing out at the sight of the mangled made me feel weak. I’d experienced and seen a lot of brutal violence in my life, but none of compared to seeing the prospects and knowing the torture they endured. Showing that amount of weakness in front of the club steeled my resolve. I got up, got dressed, and headed to the kitchen.
Jezzy was making a fresh pot of coffee when I walked in. She looked up at me and smiled. “Sit,” she said and motioned to the barely used kitchen table. She stayed silent and leaned against the counter until the coffee pot finished. After pouring two mugs, she handed one to me and sat down. “I’ve seen some evil things since all this shit with The Demons started. What those prospects suffered has to be the worst. Don’t be going and doing something stupid to try to prove yourself to the club.”
“But,” I started, and Jezzy cut me off.
“I know that look. I’ve had it on my face many times. Devon keeps me grounded so I don’t go off half cocked. You’re good for Tracker, and even if you don’t want to admit it, he’s good for you.”
“I can’t have Deakin thinking I’m weak. He’s counting on me.”
Jezzy laughed. “Fuck that. Three of the guys puked all over their fucking shitkickers. I don’t know what you and Deakin have cooked up, and I don’t want to. What I do know is that weakness is the furthest thing from his mind.” Jezzy patted my hand reassuringly. “Now get your ass out back. We’re sending the prospects off right.”
ChapterTwelve
Tracker
The morning after honoring the prospects, it was time to get back to business. Russel owned a strip club on the other side of the city. Surveillance showed he was often alone and unguarded at the club. I approached Deakin and Brik with the idea that we needed to get someone inside to facilitate us grabbing the cocksucker. We were stuck on how to go about that when Jezzy gave us the solution.
She brought one of the crow eaters she kept back to keep up appearances. “Candy used to strip. It wouldn’t be hard for her to convince that pig to put her on stage. She still has the body for it, and nothing about her would put him on alert.”
I agreed that it seemed like our best option, so we sent Candy into a viper’s nest. Jezzy was proven right, as Russel had her audition and put her on the schedule for the following afternoon. I assured Candy it was temporary, and as soon as she was familiar enough with the layout inside the club, she just had to set up a time to get us in.
It turned out that Candy’s time stripping was to help her while in college. She portrayed herself as the dumb blonde and was a very loyal crow eater. The intelligence she possessed was put on full display. By the time her third shift came around, she had us inside an unused side entrance. She told us that Russel was in his office, but a couple Demons showed up to have a good time minutes before we walked in, leaving her no time to warn us.
I looked at Brik and the two others I brought with me. “How many?” I asked her.
“Four. Three are still out by the stage, and the fourth is in the back getting his little dick sucked. The private rooms are across the hall from the office, but that hallway isn’t visible from the stage area. I’m going to go back out and work the floor, otherwise someone will get suspicious.”
“Do you think you can convince one of the Demons out there to join you in one of the private rooms? You won’t have to touch him, but it’ll make things easier,” I said. “Brik is going to take care of the Demon back there and wait for you to bring the other one while I go into the office and snatch Russel.” I turned to the other two. “You two stay out of sight. If shit goes sideways, as it seems to always do, surprise will be key to getting the fuck out of dodge alive.”
Everyone nodded and went off in different directions. I slipped a pair of brass knuckles on my right hand as I walked to the office. Once Brik entered the private room, I moved fast and violently. I kicked the door of the office in and followed the momentum forward. Russel didn’t get a chance to react as I vaulted over the desk and landed three quick shots to the side of his head with the knuckles. He sank back into his chair, unconscious, with a small trickle of blood running down his face.
Brik had managed to dispatch the two Demons without incident. I sent Brik, Candy, and the others to carry Russel to the van while I made my way to the stage area. It was all about making a statement, right? I located the Demons ogling the naked girls, pulled my gun, and popped them both in the head. The strippers dancing on them screamed as blood and brain matter dripped from their nipples. I hurried out to the van, and we headed back to the clubhouse.
* * *
LeiMae
I hated to admit the relief I felt when Tracker returned with Cyril’s degenerate second in command. He wasn’t the worst of the lot over there. Russel never partook in my torture and ridicule, but he stood by and watched it happen. Maybe that made him worse than the others. It didn’t really matter. I fucking hated him like I hated any motherfucker that chose to wear The Red Demon patch.
I heard Tracker tell the guys to take Russel to the back shed. That made me curious, as I hadn’t seen that shed ever used. It was always the oak. Before I could ask anyone what was going on, Tracker made his way to me. In a way of a greeting, he asked me, “Was he one of the ones who hurt you?”
“He just watched.”
“I’m going out to the shed to hurt him. There won’t be a fire this time. I want to send the mess I make back to the Demons whole.”
I nodded. “Can I watch?”
* * *
Tracker
The balls on that woman never ceased to amaze me. The hardness in her eyes when she asked to watch me torture Russel made my cock jump in my pants. None of us were strangers to violence, but I took more pleasure in it than my brothers did. Most of them would stay away from the shed while I worked. They didn’t mind the aftermath, but even the hardest of them had trouble when I let my inner serial killer out.
LeiMae started out the door after me, but Jezzy stopped her. “Are you sure you want to see this side of him?”
The steel in her eyes hardened. “I’d help him if he’d let me.”
