Beautiful Outlaw(81)
He arrived about an hour ago, ready for blood. When he was stopped at the gate, he nearly bashed the prospects head in. It took everything me and Tin had in us to pull him off the kid. When we finally did, he came after me. Took me pulling my gun to get him to cool off.
“She’s my sister. I’m gonna find her and anyone that stands in my way will pay,” He says, his eyes filled with fury.
Nodding at his words, I turn back to Cash and send my fist into his face for the third time. “Where the fuck is she?”
The sound of bone crunching drowns out his reply. Finally a slurred, fuck you, comes from his lips.
I look down to my father, the man who has made my life a living hell, and have to battle the urge to end him here and now. Tied to a chair, covered in blood, he still looks smug. “Boy, you ain’t ever gonna find that bitch. Her rich husband is gonna hide her away, so she’ll never see you again.”
I stare at him, wondering what fuckin’ game he’s playing now. I’m not stupid enough to think he doesn’t have something planned. If he didn’t, we would’ve never found him. I still can’t believe he was just sitting in bar, his favorite bar, waiting for us to show up. It was all too fuckin’ easy. “I just want to know where Shay is. If you tell me, you just might come out of this still breathing.”
“I’ll never leave this room alive, but I’ll die knowing you’ll never lay eyes on her again. You may have taken my club, but I took your woman.”
Just as I pull my fist back to hit him again, Toke steps in front of me. Without hesitation, he pulls his piece and puts a hole in Cash’s knee. “I’ve learned a lot about torture from your ass. If you don’t give Bowie the answers he needs, I’m gonna put every damn lesson to real use on your ass.”
My father looks up at the man he once called friend, with a snarl on his face. “Are you helping him so you can get you a piece of spic pussy? If you wanted her so bad, I would’ve let you have a taste when she was warming my bed. You know I’m not greedy.”
Toke doesn’t bother answering him. Instead, he lifts a booted foot and grounds it into the bloody mess on Cash’s leg. “Tell him where the woman is.”
A howl leaves his throat as he slumps back into his chair. “Just fucking kill me, because I ain’t telling you shit.”
Tin steps up behind him and grabs him by the hair. Jerking his head back, he sends an elbow into our father’s already broken nose. “I promise you; you’ll talk. The only choice you have is how much pain that you go through before it happens.”
Cash’s body shakes with the force of the blow, but he shakes it off as if it was nothing more than a tap. Jerking his head from Tin’s hold, he spits a mouth full of blood on the floor. “I should’ve worn a damn condom more often, because both of you are nothing more than a waste of jizz.”
“What you should’ve done is acted like a fuckin’ father. Maybe then you wouldn’t have two sons who want to kill you right now,” My words come out in a shout. Knowing this man is the reason I’m walking this earth makes me sick.
He looks over his shoulder at my brother and shakes his head. “You, I can understand. You’ve got your Mama’s tainted blood, but Bowie…”
His words are cut off, when Toke places a bullet in his other knee. “Mention Nina again and I swear I’ll cut your ass apart, piece by piece.”
“If you keep putting holes in him, he’ll die before you get a chance,” Lock adds as he steps up to send his own fist in Cash’s face. “All your talking is only delaying the inevitable. Just tell us where those fuckers took my sister.”
I raise my hand, letting them all know to shut up. “I’m tired of this shit. If you ain’t gonna tell me what I need, I’m gonna do more than put a few bullets into you.”
“Do your worst,” He says with a snarl, before leaning his head back against the back of the chair.
I pull my knife from its case and look to Tin. “Get the torch.”
He stares at my hand for a second before nodding his head. I wait until he steps away to bend down to Cash’s side. I send my knife into his side and whisper, “Let the games begin.”
Locked In
Shay
The sound of my heart beating echoes in my ears as I force myself to take a calming breath. Standing near the door, my body shaking with fear, I listen to Red and Marcus talking. Their voices are muffled, not much more than whispers. Neither one seems at all worried about the fact that Domino is laying in the kitchen, bleeding. In fact, they never mention her at all.