“Christopher!” she cried, wiggling to get away from Cash. “Noah must’ve shot him.”
“No, babe. I’m sure he got Noah.”
“He hugged me. I think he’s forgiven me.” Not only that he’d said to go home with one of her motherfuckers. “He knows about us.”
“I told him, Fee. I…Goddamnit, I can’t tell you what it felt like when I heard your scream. I thought I’d lost you.”
Christopher rode up again. “Noah belong to you and Stretch, Cash.”
“You already killed him.”
“I already made him fuckin’ bleed. He still alive. I restrained myself. Val usin’ his van to drive him back to the club. After you two motherfuckers fuck him up, I want you assfucks to report to my fuckin office.”
Fee didn’t like the sound of that, but since Cash didn’t seem worried, neither would she.
Hating to leave Fee, Cash brought her to Stretch’s room before heading to the meatshack, to meet Mortician. It didn’t surprise him that Stretch elected to stay behind, having lost his desire for revenge fuck-ups. On the other hand, Outlaw wanted to be there terribly bad, but Fee belonged to Cash and he intended to avenge her. This would be the first time he’d ever been in the place on his own, with only the club’s enforcer hanging back to finish up.
Mort nodded to Noah, stripped, gagged, secured to the table, and trembling. Outlaw had shot him in the leg but left him otherwise untouched. The man had amazing restraint when it suited him. “It took me, Val, and Digger to get this wiggling motherfucker from the van to this fucking table.”
“Where’s Johnnie and Outlaw?” Cash asked, lighting a cigarette to calm his nerves. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to fuck Noah up quick or torture him first. “They didn’t help.”
“C’mon, brother, you know better than that. Prez want to fuck him up. John Boy, too. If they’d touched him, they wouldn’t have left much of him for you.”
Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that. Puffing on his cigarette, Cash walked around the table.
“You don’t have a clue what the fuck to do, huh?” Mort asked, the amusement in his words irking Cash. “Can I make a few suggestions?”
“Suggest on,” Cash said, not wanting to admit that Mort was right in his assessment. The power of life and death in his hands gave him a heady feeling and fucked with him at the same time.
“Think about your woman. How he stabbed her the fuck up. Think about her fear. Her healing. Your fear when you didn’t know if she’d make it.” Mort held up a rolled oil rag. “If you like me, all the tools you need in there.”
Cash took the bundle from Mort and found a stiletto, utility knife, pocket blade, and a machete. “No wonder you’re the enforcer, Mort.”
Picking up a knife, Mort went to Noah’s other side. The motherfucker laid on the table, crying like the sniveling coward he was. With a rag stuffed in his mouth, he couldn’t talk but the fear in his eyes satisfied Cash to no end.
Mort used the stiletto and jabbed Noah a couple of times in different parts of his body. “If it was me, that’s how I’d start. Feel me?”
Blood oozed from Noah’s wounds and dripped from the knife, settling Cash’s nerves. He picked up the machete and hacked at Noah’s knee. For the moment, he wanted to miss the vital areas, so he wouldn’t bleed to death before Cash finished.
“You need my help?” Mort asked. “Or you got it covered.”
“I have it covered. Thanks.”
Satisfied, Mort stepped back and leaned against the counter, enjoying his own cigarette, unconcerned at Cash’s punctures to various parts of Noah’s body or the motherfucker moaning around the gag.
“You wanted her dead,” Cash fumed, in a frenzy by now. “My Fee, fucker. Do you know what it did to me when I got the news? You slit her throat.”
He wouldn’t last much longer, not with all the holes in him. The dazed plea in Noah’s eyes left Cash unmoved. He also understood why Johnnie liked torture. There was a beauty to it, an adrenaline rush that a simple kill couldn’t give.
He frowned at that thought. If his mother saw him now, filled with bloodlust, his hands stained red, she’d shit herself.
Noah groaned, drawing Cash’s attention back to him.
Grabbing the machete, Cash thrust the tip into the side of Noah’s neck. A moment of terror entered the man’s eyes before Cash lifted the weapon and struck, sending Noah’s head flying.
Fee walked out of Stretch’s bathroom, dressed in only his shirt, looking beautiful and fragile. He was thankful for her spunk, having no doubt Noah had taken her to the lake to kill her and dump her body. It pissed Stretch off that the motherfucker had marred his and Fee’s special spot, but he’d find another one just for them.