That doesn’t sound good, but I don’t ask any questions. Instead, I follow him inside. The only light in the barn is a few rays of sunlight shining through the missing planks on the walls. I have just taken a step inside, when I see Red step out of the shadows.
“About fuckin’ time you two got here.”
Rollo shakes his head. “Not my fault, man. Bowie needed to get his rocks off, before he could take care of business.”
“Don’t give me shit, just tell me what the fuck is going on.” I demand running my hand through my hair, tired from the road and wanting to get back to Shay.
Even though no other member would walk into my room, I don’t like leaving her there alone. Claiming her put a huge target on her back. Cash will work double time to get to her now. On the flip side, claiming her was the only thing I could do to keep her protected from the other brothers.
Rollo nods and walks over to one of the old stalls in the back of the room. A minute later, he pulls out a guy. He’s bound and gagged, covered from head to toe in filth from the barn floor. “Who the hell is that?”
Red walks over to him and grabs him by the hair, raising his head just enough so the sunlight can illuminate his features. The young face glaring at me is nothing like I expected. “It’s a damn kid.”
“I’m not a fuckin’ kid.” The punk shouts out when his gag is removed, pulling against Rollo’s hold and the hand Red still has firmly in his hair.
I reach towards him, slapping the side of his head. The blow is not brutal, but it’s enough to get him to shut his mouth. I move my eyes from him to Rollo. “What did the little ass-wipe do?”
Red snorts then answers for Rollo. “Did you see the shit all over the front of the clubhouse?”
I shake my head. “No, I was too busy dealing with Cash’s ass to pay any attention.”
“He spray painted the word ‘bastards’ on the bricks out front.”
“Got to give it to the kid. He’s gotta have balls to tag the Outlaw’s clubhouse.” Rollo adds, sounding amused.
I look back to the boy taking in his features. My guess is he’s closing in on eighteen but pretending to be a man already. “Why the fuck would you do something so damn ignorant? You have no idea how lucky you are that Cash or Toke didn’t catch your ass.”
“Neither of those bastards scare me.” He replies with a false bravado.
Even though I agree with his opinion of my father and his henchman, I still can’t let that shit fly. Stepping forward, I send my fist into the gut. “Watch how you talk about my brothers. If shit like that comes out of your mouth again, I’ll put a bullet through your fuckin’ skull.”
Finally, terror washes over his face. Gasping for air, he nods. “I’m sorry.”
“What are you sorry for, talking trash about the Savage Outlaw President or tagging our clubhouse?”
His face turns stony, but his eyes keep that hint of fear. “Both, but you gotta know that they deserved it.”
“What the fuck are you talking about now?” I ask, confused by his words. He goes quiet, his lips drawn into a firm line. I stare at him, doing my best to intimidate him, but the kid is like fuckin’ Fort Knox.
Rollo gives him a shake, lifting the kid off his feet, before tossing him to the ground. The kid lands with a thud, his face hitting the floor hard. “Boy, you better tell our VP what he wants to know. If not, that bullet he was talking about might come out and play.”
After just a second, the boy pushes up on his shoulder and spits a mixture of blood and dirt onto the ground. I shoot Rollo a look that lets him know that’s enough. I want the kid to leave here too damn scared to ever try this shit again, but I don’t want him hurt.
I cut my eyes back to him and watch as he pushes himself off the ground. Like a soldier, he stands between Rollo and Red with his feet spread and his arms stiff at his side. “They turned my mother into a whore.”
“What the hell?” Rollo mumbles, stepping closer to him.
The kid stands his ground, anger visible on his face. He looks to each of us one by one, shooting daggers from his eyes. “Every one of you use her as a whore.”
His words cut into me, reminding me of the nights I watched my mother with the boys. I didn’t give a shit about her, because she didn’t give a shit about me. Still, it hurt to see the woman that gave birth to me used as a cum bucket. “Who’s your mom?”
“Crystal.” He mummers sounding slightly embarrassed.
I know the feeling. Every time I saw my mom with a brother, I was filled with shame. Shaking my head in an attempt to shake off the memories, I say, “I don’t know a Crystal.”