Breaking Dragon_ Savage Brothers MC(43)

“She did, that’s why I want to be done with this shit and get back to her.”

Skull was wise enough not to say anything back. Good call.

“My boys explain shit to you?”

“Si, though I am sure you know by calling this meeting, I am not so stupid as to leave a clear trail pointing back to me or my compadres,” Skull answered.

“I do, which means we both have an enemy we need to find before this shit escalates.”

And fuck me, this shit always had a way of escalating, it hadn’t bothered me before. Now, I had Nicole to worry about. I still wasn’t sure how the hell that had happened.

“Freak, you about ready to start?”

“Plastic is all rolled out just waiting on you Boss man.” He said as if he was bored.

I look at Skull. “You warned me about this mother fucker before. Do you have any more intel you willing to share?”

“Sorry mi amigo, I wish I did, but I have nothing I wish to speak of to you or your compatriots”

Fuck! That meant he knew something more, though nothing he was willing to tell me. Why can’t shit ever be simple?

I rake my hand over my head. I dread what’s coming next. I can handle beating down and torturing mother fuckers, they bought their ticket and in my world you had to prove you were strong. You had to be someone others could not fuck with.

Still, the fact that tonight I would be doing that shit to one of my own was bitter in my gut. I keep my mind on Jess. It replays the beat down Twist gave her and how he laughed with each kick of his steel toe boot. It pictures how he raped the poor unconscious girl afterwards. Jess was a sweet girl, she even reminded me a little of Nicole to look at her. I kept that thought up front as I got up from the table. I make my way over to Twist and remind myself that this fucker destroyed an innocent woman and betrayed his brothers. Gunner turns off the hose.

“Untie him and put him in the tub. You got the shit on?” I ask because there’s not a doubt in my mind how this is going to go down.

“Yeah, Danny has the stuff going now.”

I nod and stand against the wall watching as Freak and Gunner lower Twist into the cast iron tub. His eyes are swollen together so he can’t see, but he has to know what’s happening. He’s seen what we do to those who betray us and try and cross us. There’s a reason we’re the Savage MC. I grab the pliers and knife off a makeshift table and walk towards him.

Truth be told, I don’t have a stomach for this shit. This was only done when information was needed. I’d much rather shoot a fuck between the eyes than go through this. I know the men felt the same. Freak took care of the crap job, because it had to be done and done right, to protect the club. I knew he didn’t truly like it either. Fuck, if he did I’m not sure I’d want him on my side.

I bend down and take the filthy oiled rag from his mouth that the boys had used to gag him with.

“You ready to talk fucker?” I ask, already figuring what the answer would be.

“Fuck you. You’re going to kill me anyway.” Twist said and let’s face it, he wasn’t wrong.

I grab him by the hair of the head and decided to lay it out for him.

“There is a world of difference in how you die. I can make it easy, I can make it hard. Now I know what I hope you’ll choose, but betraying the MC shows me you’re not the brightest fuck. So, I figure you might need some convincing.”

“I’m not telling you a thing.” Twist said, and I pull over the small stool by the tub to sit because I was right. He’s not that bright and obviously this is going to take awhile.

“Do you know what lye is fuckwad? See everyone talks about acid but if you heat lye up way past boiling and pour that shit on a human body? In just a few hours all you got is liquid slop.” I tell him, as run my Bowie knife along the outline of his Savage MC tat on his chest. All the brothers had one and clearly I needed to be more careful about who I let wear it.

This fuck up was on me. I knew I should have black balled Twist from the beginning, but Irish and Gunner and Striker had all voted to patch him in. I usually tried to run the club by majority vote. This was one time I should have paid more attention to my gut.

“We’ve used it before. Fuck stinks worse than pigs in shit. There won’t be a trace of you left for one sorry-ass to grieve. It’ll be like you never existed. All we do is pull the drain open and wash you down into the sewers where shit like you belongs.”

“Fuck you.” Twist said, but oh I can hear the fear in his voice this time. That was good because fear meant the fucker might tell me what I needed to know.

“What really bothers me the most is that none of the other punks who tried to betray the MC held our mark on their chest.”