Techy (Devil Souls MC Book 2)(45)

“Tell me, motherfucker. What was your motive for coming on our land?” Torch asks.

“You slit my brothers’ tires, made two explode, and burned a car,” he deadpans, his face pale from being scared shitless.

“Who were you planning on killing coming to the club?”

He looks over to me. “The plan was to shoot the bitch he was with.” He looks back at Kyle. “And then any other ole ladies I can get. Or kidnap them if I have to. He is gunning for this blond girl that belongs to one of the members and for Lane’s sister. He has a hard-on for her.”

Well, the fucker just signed his death warrant.

Kyle is shaking with laughter. If only the fucker knew.

Butch stiffens and steps over to the man, and as the man looks at Butch, he pales. Butch grins that smile. “The blonde.” He gets in his face, staring down at him. He bends closer. “Is mine.”

Piss hits the floor.

“How many bullets were fired?” Butch asks him.

“Eight.”

Butch walks over to the wall, and Torch follows. Torch gets a torch and a knife because we know what Butch is about to do. Butch turns back around with a pair of plyers. Not in the mood to hear crying and wailing, I grab the duct tape and tape his mouth shut. Butch steps in front of the man and grabs his right hand. He sees what he is about to do and starts jumping around.

“Your dick, then?”

He stops at Butch’s words.

Butch grabs his pinkie finger and snaps the plyers closed. He hands the pinkie to Locke, who puts it in a bag. Torch cauterizes the wound with a hot knife and his torch. The man is screaming, and his face is red. What did he expect? He shot at my woman and flat-out said that the president wants Shaylin.

Butch moves to the next, taking it off and handing it to Locke, and Torch cauterizes the wound. One by one, they do this until all his fingers are gone but his thumbs.

Then it’s my turn!

I step up to him and pound his face. Tooth after tooth hits the floor until ten are lying there. Good enough.

The man is still conscious, and I smile at him. Raising my hands, I wiggle my thumbs while grinning. Reaching for the bag of his fingers, I say, “Open your mouth.”

He does it immediately, and I shove the bag into his mouth. I tell him to bite down, and he does.

“Don’t let go of them or I will take your toes.”

He visibly tightens his mouth.

“Good boy. Locke, load ’em up. We have a delivery to make.”

We all grin. We are making a huge-ass message and that is: Don’t fuck with us. They knew better before, but their boy is an example of what will happen.

“Let’s ride!”

We all file out and climb onto our bikes. The prospects put the guy in the van. The gate opens. Kyle rides in the front and we follow him, the van taking the back.

Thirty minutes later, we are outside the club that belongs to the Devils Slaves. The men pile out of the building and stare us down. I hear the van open, but I don’t take my eyes off them. My hand is resting on my gun, ready for anything.

A body hits the ground, and I look over to see their member on the ground, his bag of fingers still in his mouth.

That’s some funny shit. I can’t believe he kept that shit in his mouth. One of the members steps forward, and Butch throws a knife, which catches the man’s shirt end and pins him to the building.

“Come into our town again, we won’t be as lenient next time. Fuck with us again, death is something you will beg for.”

Kyle raises his hand, and then we are back on the open road.

Now to get back to my woman.





Holy Magic Mike. That man can move!

I hear the door opening, and when I look over, Jordan is staring at the screen and then back at me. Well, I’ll be damned, I must be in trouble again.

“Honey, if you want to watch someone dance like that, all you have to do is ask.”

My mouth pops open, and Jordan stalks to me. He is really going to do that? He picks me up and sets me on the coffee table. He clicks some buttons and the song “Pony” from Magic Mike comes on.

Oh my God, he is!

I laugh as he takes off his shirt and his cut. Then he unbuttons his pants and pulls them down until he’s in only his underwear.

He grins at me before he stands, moving his stomach and his hips like Mike did in the movie. I burst out laughing, and he pulls me off the coffee table and starts taking my clothes off.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“I want my woman.”

That was his answer, so I help him take my clothes off.

Once we are completely naked, I press my lips to his and he cups my jaw. His hands wrap around my thighs, and I jump, my legs going around his waist. My back hits the wall, and I feel Jordan’s hand between my legs.