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“Want a crack at him?”
“Can I finish it?” I ask seriously.
Zeke’s eyebrows shoot up. “Let me ask Prez.” He trots over and whispers in Prez’s ear. Prez nods, smiling while he watches the golf club coming down on the backs of Sam’s knees. Sam screams, trying to wiggle away, but still not able to move too fast. More blows from the golf club land on him, including a few to the back of the head.
The VP leans down and tases Sam in the chest, making his body convulse. The VP laughs, having a bit of fun as he puts the taser close to Sam’s face and lighting it up, watching Sam squirm and flinch. He tases Sam twice more, making Sam piss himself. The members against the wall laugh and call him names. I wrinkle my nose in disgust.
When Sam drags himself over to Prez’s feet, he looks up with eyes almost swollen shut. Prez grins down at him. “Look at you. I said you get a free shot. Do your best.”
Sam tries to stand, but he’s all fucked up and can’t. He grabs around Prez’s feet, then spits in front of him.
“Guess that’s your best,” Prez says dryly, then palms the lead pipe and clocks Sam in the face, dazing him. He flips Sam over with his boot and brings the pipe down on his stomach, causing Sam to wheeze. Then he moves around him, standing at his feet. Using his boot to spread Sam’s legs, he brings the pipe down on his dick and balls, hitting him with all his might. A few collective winces go around as Sam tucks his hand between his legs and screams.
Swiping a hand through his hair, Prez looks at the non-ranking members. “Get his ass up. We have a special guest that wants a bit of the action.” He points the pipe at me and my cheeks heat from the attention.
A chair is pulled from the bar and Sam is placed in it, groaning when a tender part of his body—which is everywhere—is touched. The members are none too gentle, handling him roughly as they arrange him in the chair. Jace grabs some tape and pulls Sam’s arms behind his back, securing him.
At this point, Sam is openly crying, but I don’t give a fuck. He brought this on himself.
With a hand on my back, Zeke walks me over to stand before Sam. “How do you want to do this? Gun, knife, strangulation?” His voice takes on an excited quality. I can see why he’s so good at his job.
I swallow, not really sure. Maybe he can go out the way of his best friend, the one he sent my man to prison for killing. “Gun, please.”
One is placed in my palm and I stand there, staring at Sam, shaking a little. I raise the gun, feeling how it wobbles in my hand.
Now Sam tries begging. “You don’t have to do this. I made a mistake.”
My eyebrows dip in anger. “Fuck you! It was no mistake. You went through steps to make his capture a reality. You knew what the fuck you were doing.”
“I was angry. I didn’t mean—”
I pull the trigger, intending to cut off his explanation with his death, but I shoot wide. Sam even looks surprised that he’s still alive.
“Never fired a gun before?” Zeke, the smart ass, asks me.
Turning to him in irritation, I put my free hand on my hip. “Why would I? I’m a mechanic from a small town. We knew everyone. No one ever tried to rob us.”
“Let me show you.” Zeke stands behind me and grabs my wrist, holding my hand steady. “Use your other hand here to keep it steady.” I do what he says, pulling in a deep breath to calm myself. “Good. Now aim. When you blow out another breath, pull the trigger. Aim for the center of his body. It makes for a larger target and you’ll eventually hit something that will make him bleed out.”
I nod and he steps back. Sam tries to plead with me again, but I ignore him. Doing what Zeke told me, I hold the gun steady, pull in a deep breath, and pull the trigger twice as I blow it out. I hit Sam once in the belly and once in the chest.
He takes gasping breaths and I stumble back into Zeke’s arms. Zeke holds me still as we watch Sam struggle to breathe. I figured it would be over quickly, but it’s not. Sam hangs on and so do I, intending to watch his death from start to finish.
Finally, Sam takes his last breath. When his eyes turn glassy and focus on nothing, I break down.
In the middle of a group of bikers, I wail and cry, for the first time since I went back home. I cried this hard when I was “rescued” but the cops thought it was in relief. I didn’t bother to correct them.
Now, it’s like the flood gates have opened. Not only did I just kill someone, but it also doesn’t even make a difference because Rax is still in prison. He’s still locked up and we still don’t have a plan to get him out. We still can’t …
It comes to me so suddenly, I fall back more into Zeke and land on my butt. I look at him quickly, then start laughing. I’m sure I sound like a mad man, laughing and crying but the answer is so obvious that I feel like an idiot for not thinking of it sooner.
Prez walks over and kneels in front of me, pulling the gun from my hand and handing it to Pete. “Wanna share what’s so funny with the rest of the class?”
I nod like a bobble head, a smile stretching from ear to ear. “I’ve been so stupid, thinking of something complex and elaborate. But it doesn’t have to be like that.” Wiping my eyes, I straighten my shoulders and say, “I know how we can get Rax out.”
Chapter 26
Rax
