As far as funerals went, it was a nice peaceful service. The club had used a new local florist in the high street. Keira, the lady who owned the shop was talented. She’d made a Harley out of flowers which looked fantastic. When things were back to normal, I planned on paying her a visit to thank her.
His parents declined to attend, fucking idiots. He may not have had his biological family here but his true family were and they’d come from different charters to pay their respect. There was a huge party planned at the club house tonight in honour of Jimmy and some of the old ladies had stayed behind to get everything ready.
Diesel held my hand tight as we walked back to his van. I still couldn’t ride on a bike due to my cast which was frustrating. He’d been looking at me strangely all day, like he wanted to get something off his chest. I stopped walking, loosening my hand from his grasp. “For fucks sake Diesel, are you gonna tell me what’s going on? You’re doing my head in.” He couldn’t look me in the eye which I found unnerving.
I followed his stare towards a group of the guy’s mounting their bikes in the car park and saw that Duke was on his way over, slowly walking around the graves out of respect.
“Ink” Duke said with a nod. “Has he asked you yet?” I looked slowly between Duke and Diesel. “Asked me what?” Diesel continued to look everywhere but directly at me. I shrugged my shoulders looking at Duke. “We have Patch in a safe house. Do you want to be present when he meets his maker?” I could feel the anguish and excitement building inside me. “It’s a very fitting day Duke. I’d love to accompany you.” I stated, walking towards Diesel’s van not looking back when I heard Dukes laughter.
We rode in unison for thirty minutes to an old farm house in the middle of a field off the beaten track. Diesel’s worried expression touched my heart, “Are you ready for this babe?” I just smiled following CJ, Locke, Duke and Bear into the derelict building.
Patch was bound and gagged, lying on the dirty floor in the middle of the room. “It’s a shame you’re not naked.” I said kicking him in the groin. Bear picked him up, throwing him into the chair that was positioned in the middle of the room. Visions of my ordeal sprang to mind. I could see the fear on his face and remembered the feeling of terror. I shook my head not wanting to remember or start to feel sorry for this piece of shit. Bear tied him to the chair securely.
“What are you going to do to him?” I asked genuinely interested. “That depends on you Ink. Do you want to watch or participate?” Duke asked holding up his hand to stop Diesel from talking. I took the knife from my belt that Diesel had given me after the second attack and studied it glistening in my hand. I slowly walked towards Patch tapping the blade against my right thigh.
Bending down between his legs, I could see the anguish on his face. “It doesn’t matter to me, if you die now or later babe.” I said throwing his words back at him. I pulled the blade up and thrust it down fast into his right leg. Patch let out a loud scream. I quickly pulled it out and stuck the knife into his other leg. He thrashed about in the chair as pain radiated off him. Bear held him firmly as I wiped the blade on his leg and returned it to its sleeve.
I turned and walked back into Diesel’s arms, looking over to Duke I simply said, “Thank you, he’s all yours now.” Duke nodded then closed in on Patch. Diesel put his arm around my shoulder and led me from the building to the sound of Patches screams. By the time we were ready to leave the screaming had stopped and I assumed he was dead. “Please tell me you’re okay Ink.” I smiled at the beautiful alpha male beside me. “I am now Diesel, thank you.”