Tanner:A Black Widow MC Romance(21)
Chapter Fifteen
Tanner
Grace was so upset at me. My apology did nothing. She ran away and all I wanted to do was chase her down and hold her in my arms. But I didn't have time. I needed to get to the coffee shop. The MC needed me. Grace needed to time to herself anyways. I could always try again tomorrow.
I rode my bike down Main Street watching all the stores turn off their lights and close down. I passed by Java Addicts and saw that the lights were already off. I hoped that the MC had waited for me. I turned the corner, going down the alley behind the coffee shop. A white van and a few bikes were already parked there. I noticed all the members crouched down, checking their weapons.
I quickly turned off my headlight and parked next to them. “Did I miss anything?” I asked, taking my helmet off.
“He's in there with three other guys,” Caleb replied.
I checked my Beretta 92FS and the clip was full. I nodded to Caleb that I was ready to go and stuffed the pistol in my waistband. The rest of the MC nodded in succession. The adrenaline in my veins was pumping. This is what I lived for.
Slade took the lead and rushed to the back door with a crowbar. He jammed it into padlock and after straining for a couple seconds, the padlock broke and fell to the ground.
Mason whispered, “Remember we're only here to scare him. Leave your safety on.”
I pulled out my gun, checked the safety, and patted Slade's back. He swung the door open and ran inside with me following right on his tail. We entered the back room and found four guys sitting around a square table playing poker and drinking beer.
“Hands up!” Slade yelled with his gun drawn.
One guy was in complete shock and kept his hands under the table. I went around and pulled the chair out from under him, knocking him to the floor. Mike dragged the guy away and put him in the corner.
“Take all the fucking money, it's yours,” one man said.
Mason walked over. “You must be Mr. Kramer.”
“How do you know me?” he asked, his hands shaking above his head.
“You're wife described you in detail. Even the crooked nose,” Mason replied, running his gun down the bridge of his nose.
“Seriously just take the money and go. We won't say a thing,” one of his buddies chimed in.
“We're not here for your money, asshole,” Issac said.
“I want you guys to leave now,” Mason said, pointing his gun at each guy. “Everyone except Mr. Kramer.”
The men scrambled away, running with their tails between their legs. It was hard not to laugh.
“What do you guys want?” Mr. Kramer asked, his voice high and scared.
Mason flipped one of the chairs backwards and sat down to face Mr. Kramer. “We don't like men who beat their wives.”
Mr. Kramer looked at us nervously. “I don't know what that bitch told you but I didn't lay one finger on her.”
“Her broken face begs otherwise.” Mason raised his gun and pointed it right at him. Mr. Kramer shut his eyes and whimpered. I noticed the piss running down his leg and shoved Slade out of the way so his boots wouldn't get stained.
“Now we can do two things,” Mason began, “We can shoot you in the face and rid ourselves of a nasty rodent. Or we can leave you in peace with a warning.”
Mr. Kramer began to cry. “Please don't kill me. I'll never touch a woman again. I swear it!”
Mason looked to Caleb. “Did you believe that?”
Caleb thought about it for a moment, tapping his finger to his chin. “Seemed a little forced to me.”
Mason nodded. “Yeah maybe we should just shoot him and get out of here.” I loved the way he interrogated people. He played with them until they almost exploded.
“Fuck, fuck!” Mr. Kramer waved his hands. “I'll do anything you ask. Just don't kill me.”
Mason lowered his gun. “Fine. We'll let you off with a warning. You better thank your wife when you see her. We're only keeping you alive because she requested it.”
“I will,” he replied desperately.
Mason lowered his gun and nodded to me. I begun stuffing all the cash from the poker table into my pocket. There was probably only a thousand dollars but it would a nice addition to what Mrs. Kramer paid us.
Mason walked away and Slade approached Mr. Kramer. We weren't going to kill him but we weren't going to leave him unharmed either. Slade grinned and cracked his knuckles. Big Mike grabbed Mr. Kramer by the arms and hoisted him up. Two minutes later and Mr. Kramer was spitting blood and teeth onto the ground. His black eyes were going to be ten times worse than his wife.