“Answer my questions and this will go a lot easier, don’t and I’ll make sure you never get to use this again.” Tapping the nail gun against his crotch, I watched the sweat trickle down his brow; I had him right where I wanted him. “Now, let’s try this again. Is there anyone else in my town with you?”
“No, no I was just supposed to mess up Lizzie’s office, scare her a little, so she’d go running back to Razor. He wants her back.” Good that was one less thing I had to deal with, now to get as much information out of this asshole about Gauley River as I could.
“Good boy. Now, was that so hard? Now tell me who this Razor is, and why he wants her back? When did the plan change to come after me and mine? Was that your idea, or did the big guy tell you to do it?” He was shaking his head no; tsking back at him I plant a nail in his knee cap. Tears were streaming down his face as he tried not to scream.
“Razor is her father, he said he wanted her back in the fold, I was sent to help do it, that’s all I know man. When I saw you two together, I decided to take matters into my own hands; all I wanted was first dibs when she came back. I figured I could negotiate for the right if I got rid of you.” This little boy has no idea what would have happened to him if he’d laid even a finger on my Beth. As it was, he wasn’t going to enjoy what Matt would do to him to get the rest of the answers we needed.
It took me a few to find Matt, he was in the process of trying to find my guest and was shocked to find out he had come to visit me. Matt agreed to swing by the shop to pick up the van to transport our new friend to the club to continue his interrogation. Once he got there, he helped me pull out the nails from my floor, and during the process our friend passed out from the pain. I almost felt sorry for him, yeah not really, no sympathy for the asshole.
“So, I’ll take him to the club; see what I can get out of him about his club. Anything specific we need?” What I really wanted to know this kid didn’t have a clue about, so I just shook my head.
“Nah, just find out what you can about his club, we need to know what we are up against. If he gives you anything important, let me know. I’m going to clean up the kitchen floor, then head to the clubhouse.”
Chapter Five
POPS
By the time I make it to the clubhouse, Matt already has our guest strung up in the “guest room”. I’m eager to find out what he has to say, but before I get a chance Gargoyle rings my phone.
“Yeah, what’s up?” I have a feeling I’m really not going to like what I hear, but I’m hoping Beth did the right thing and stayed put.
“She’s heading South, I’m on her tail. You want me to drag her back?” I knew her ass wasn’t going to stay put. I wanted to tell him to drag her ass back kicking and screaming if he had to, but I can’t do that to her.
“No, stay on her tail and out of sight, I know where she’s going. Once we get more information, I’ll be there myself to bring her back. Just make sure she doesn’t get in too much trouble before I get there.” I wasn’t about to put one of my guys at risk if at all possible, but I had a feeling that before this was over I’d lose at least one, or two.
“You sure, wouldn’t it just be easier for me to tie her ass to the back of my bike? She’s just a little thing I could have her back to the clubhouse by tonight.” I laughed, picturing Gargoyle getting his ass whooped by the little thing, she had more of a bite than bark.
“Just keep her out of trouble for me; I’ll be there soon to do the rest.” Hanging up, I hoped that she’d stay out of trouble until I got there, but knowing my Bethy that shit wasn’t possible.
Turning toward the basement door, I contemplated calling Gar back and telling him I’d changed my mind, damn that stubborn ass woman. When I got her back, I was going to put her over my knee and make her beg for my cock.
Stepping into our “guest room” with Matt and our special guest, I’m not even remotely shocked to see him butt ass naked hanging from the ceiling. I can see the bruising along his ribcage created by the whacking from the pry bar. In addition, I see several holes created by the nail gun, including his kneecap that was dripping blood on the floor.
“Well hello, Mr. Cupid, I see my buddy Matt here has already warmed you up for me. Now I need to know how many of you there are? What kind of arsenal you have? Where they would keep Beth? If you’re a good boy and tell us everything we want to know we’ll make this easy on you. Don’t and I’m sure Matty here has told you it will get ugly.” Don’t get me wrong, I knew he wasn’t going to sing like a canary. In fact, I expect him to deny me my answers. I almost want him to deny me, so I can torture him nice and slow, especially after what he planned to do to Bethy. He deserved every single wound we were about to inflict on him, and then some. He didn’t disappoint, spitting in my face, he grinned like he was still the winner in this fight.
“I’ll never betray my brothers, they’re my family, so do your worst.” He didn’t know what he asked, but he would, oh he would.
“Your brothers, huh? Where are your brothers now? I don’t see any fucking brothers here to save you. Now I’ll give you one last chance, give me the information we need, and we’ll make this easier on you.” As predicted, he didn’t give in to my persuasive argument; instead he told us exactly what he thought of us and our mothers.
As Matt pulled out his bag of tricks, Cupid tried to shove himself back against the wall, hoping to avoid them as long as possible. Matt’s bag of tricks consisted of vise grips, wire cutters, a saw of some sort, and an assortment of cutting instruments. I wasn’t even sure where he’d gotten them all, but he kept them shiny, like new. He never talked about where or how he’d learned to use them all, some secrets were better left alone.
“What do you want to start with Pops? I can either flay him like a fish first, or we can clip of his toes one at a time, it’s up to you.” The way Matt talked about torture, like we were discussing a breakfast menu, was kind of scary, even for my hardened ass. He didn’t get joy out of what we were doing; no he was just methodical about it, precise, calculating, and professional.
“He was planning to use that tiny cock of his on my girl, let’s take care of that first.” I tried to sound as casual as Matt, but by the look on his face I wasn’t as successful. Cupid started to scream in response to my words, making me wonder if we should take his tongue out first, but we needed him to talk first.
“Please, please...not that, I’m sorry, I didn’t know Lizzie was your girl, I swear. Not my cock!” There was a moment of pity before Matt walked up to him with what looked like a scalpel; it was just a moment though.
“Tell us what we want to know, and I’ll have him spare your cock.” I left out the “for now” portion of that statement, but he didn’t need to know that.
“Fine...fine, I’ll tell you everything, just please leave my cock alone.” Staying Matt's hand, I wait for Cupid to begin. “There are only about twenty of us, Razor keeps all the guns in his office, I don’t know how many he has, I swear.”
“Very good Cupid, now where would they keep Beth?” When he wasn’t immediately forthcoming with my answer I nodded to Matt. He grabbed something else off the table; I didn’t get a chance to see what it was before he made his way toward our guest.
“This little piggy went to the market.” Scream. “This little piggy stayed home.” Sobbing. “This little piggy had roast beef.” Scream. “This little piggy had none.” Sobbing. “And this little piggy went wee, wee, wee, all the way home.” Cupid is shaking back and forth in his chains cussing and crying all at the same time. When Matt steps away, I can see there are a few less toes on his right foot. Damn, it even makes me cringe a little. “Give the man what he asked for, or the other foot will be matching. I don’t think you’ll be doing much romancing without being able to walk properly.” To drive home the point, he flexed the wire cutters in front of his face. Cupid face paled slightly.
“He’ll take her to his cabin near the edge of the river; he plans to initiate her back into the fold there.
Once she’s initiated, she’s supposed to marry Vinnie. He’s got big plans once she’s married to Vinnie, something big is supposed to happen, but he hasn’t told any of us what exactly.” Nodding to Matt, I let him know I’ve got everything I need. As I walk out the door, I’m briefly aware of Cupid’s screams for mercy, but I ignore them. For what he had planned for my girl, he earned everything he was getting and more. I just hope Matt stretched it out as long as possible; unfortunately, I had to find the cabin he was talking about and had no time to enjoy the show.
BETH
I could feel someone following me, even if I couldn’t see them. I wanted to scream at Castor for his overprotectiveness, and in the same breath, I wanted to thank him for trying to keep me safe. Unfortunately, there was no way I could let whoever was following me to continue to do so. I’d need a way to escape their watchful eyes, the less Castor knew about what was going on, the better, for both of us.
Deciding to take a break from driving, I pull over to a motel for the night. I needed rest, but I also needed time to plan how to dodge his watchdog. If, whoever it was, kept following me he’d be killed, either by Michael, or one of his fucking goons. I couldn’t have that on my conscience, this was my decision to go back, and no one else should suffer because of me.
“Well, hello there pretty lady, you need a room?” The creepy ass night attendant eyeballed me like I was a juicy prime rib on sale. I nodded in response to his question and started filling out the registration form.
“I need one room, just for tonight.” I tried to keep it short and sweet, but he just had to make it creepy.
“Ok honey, but if you need help with anything, I’m just a phone call away.” He gave me a wink that reminded me of an old eighties television star. Yeah, I was so not asking for any help from him, ever. Grabbing the room key, I didn’t even say goodbye as I headed toward my room. I’d be making sure to lock the inside lock and keep my gun under my pillow.
As I returned to grab my bag from the car, I noticed a lone bike parked in front of the diner across the road. I could feel his eyes on me even from inside the building. I didn’t recognize the bike, so I started doubting it was one of Castors guys. Maybe it was one of Michael’s, sent to make sure I got my ass home. Not that his club was my home, far from it, right now it felt more like desolation, a prison without bars, hell on earth.
Shrugging off the feeling of despair that started to take over me, I headed to my room. Maybe a shower and some sleep would give me some ideas for ditching whoever was following me. If he was one of Castor’s men I’d be saving his life. While if it was one of Michael’s men, I didn’t want him knowing shit about what I was doing before I got there. The motel may have been less than ideal, but the showerhead and hot water made up for it.
As I let the water cascade down my body, I remembered the feeling of Castor’s hands all over my body, I ached for his touch. One time with him made everyone else look like untried teenage boys, fumbling around in the dark. I wanted to scream in frustration, because my body started responding to my memories of his touch. My nipples hardened, my pussy clenched, and my clit felt like just one swipe would have me coming apart.
I tried to hold out, tried to resist the urge, because I knew I’d only be thinking of him. My resistance faltered and I found my hand buried between my thighs, rubbing the palm of my hand against my mound, giving it only a little pressure. Trying to force myself to slow down before my fingers found my clit. I was barely able to catch myself before I fell to the floor of the shower shaking.
Battling between cursing Castor for awakening something inside me, and wanting to call him up to come fuck me, I wrap a towel around me before exiting the bathroom. I screamed as I saw creepy guy from the front desk sitting on the bed in front me, fuck I’d forgotten to set the lock. He casually looked me over, taking in my near naked appearance with clear appreciation. My gun was in my bag two feet from me on the floor, but I knew he’d be on me before I made it to the bag.
“Get out of my room before I call the cops!” I tried to keep my tone as forceful as possible, but he just sat there idly gazing at me. When he didn’t move towards me, I tried to inch my way toward my bag without him noticing what I was moving towards. If I could keep him distracted, I could get my gun out and have something to defend myself with. Damn it, why hadn’t I locked the fucking inside lock.
“Oh come on now honey, I saw the way you looked at me when you checked in, you want what I have to offer.” His words made me want to gag, but I forced myself to remain calm, a feat that was becoming harder by the minute. I decided that putting fear in him might be my saving grace, and I do the one thing I never thought I do, I claimed Castor.
“I don’t know what you thought you saw, but I’m with Pops, president of The Hades Rejects. Judging by the look on your face, you’re familiar with them. Yeah, I’m his ol’ lady; do you really want to piss him off?” He paled slightly but didn’t seem to want move toward the exit. I was starting to get cold from standing in nothing but a towel with wet hair. Managing to slowly make it toward my bag without him seeming to notice, I was just a hair's breadth away from reaching it, when the door flew open with force.
The sheer size of the very angry man coming through it scared the shit out me, and my creepy guest actually tried to run screaming from the room. Mr. Too-Big-and-Scary grabbed him by his throat before he even made it a few steps in the door’s direction. I heard choking sobs as Big-and-Scary began squeezing his hand around Creeper’s neck. For a brief second I felt sorry for the guy, but I brushed those feelings off just as quickly. I noticed Too-Big’s leather cut, and saw The Hades Rejects symbol as he turned slightly.
“Stop, we don’t need the cops coming. Put him down.” Too-Big glanced in my direction, I noticed a brief look of appreciation cross his face before he pulled creeper closer and began whispering in his ear. Whatever he said had him looking back at me before scrambling out the door.
“You should have let me kill him, Pops won’t be happy to find out he saw you like this. Hell he will probably want my eyeballs for looking at you. Go get some clothes on.” The man had just saved me from certain attack, but implying I was Castor’s property pissed me off. Yes, I know I just tried to use that to avoid getting attacked. I’m an enigma, sue me.
Stomping toward him, I gripped my towel tighter before I poked my finger in his chest. Damn it, it was hard as a fucking rock, like he was a fucking mountain. “Look here, I don’t belong to anyone, whoever you are Mr. Too-Big-and-Scary, you can go right back where you came from.”
His jaw ticked, as he looked down at me with a hint of a grin, he didn’t look so scary then. Not that I’d ever want to cross him, he was a little too formidable to want to go against.
“I can see why he likes you, name’s Gargoyle. Please do us both a favor and get some clothes on before you freeze to death. That’s a good girl, I’ll stand guard out here while you get dressed and then escort you to your new room.” I gritted my teeth against his “good girl” comment, but I was starting to shiver from the cold, so I decided not to argue.
“What new room?” I asked as I closed the bathroom door on him.
POPS
“Holland, I need your help man. Yes, I know you’re a cop.” I proceed to explain to him how Beth left, how I have a man tailing her, but that I needed to be one step ahead of them. I was pretty sure Beth was going to give Gargoyle the slip, so I needed to find where they were going to take her before they took her there. My heart was racing at the thought of what her own fucking father had planned for Beth. It made my gut ache just thinking about it.
“Pops, you know I love you, y’all are my family, even if...” I heard him hesitate slightly, like he wanted to confess something to me, but was holding out. He’s had shit going on in his head since everything happened with Bliss. I couldn’t blame him really, seeing what Bliss was put through made me sick every time I thought about it. Those images spurred me on to keep the same thing from happening to Bethy. “Neve
r mind, I’ll see what I can come up with, give me a few hours.”
“Thanks Holland, you know we are always here for you, right?” It was a simple question with so much more meaning to it. His father was my brother in arms, which made Holland and his sisters my family, I just needed to remind him of that.
“Yeah, I know. I just got some shit, you know, I’m dealing with it, gotta go. I promise we’ll talk later Pops.” He sounded so sad, so lost; he was still so young to have so much responsibility laid on his shoulders. His sisters were off to college, but he basically raised them. When his mom left, it was Holland who took care of his twin sisters, protected them until their dad showed up. After what happened to Bliss, he was even more overprotective of them, and tried to get them to come back home to live, but of course they refused. I wondered briefly if one, or both of them were in some kind of trouble, but I shook it off focusing on Bethy.
No sooner did I hang up with Holland, then I realized Gargoyle was calling me. “Yo, tell me you haven’t lost her.” I almost said yet, but I kept that little tidbit to myself.
“No, I haven’t lost her; as a matter of fact I actually had to save her ass at some sleazy no-tell-motel.” He explained how the clerk followed Bethy to her room and waited outside until she was in the shower, how Gargoyle had watched from some diner across the street. As soon as the guy went inside Gar was on the move, he’d waited outside the room listening to make sure he wasn’t there because he was invited. “You should have heard her Pops; she told this guy she was yours and he better back off.” His words made me smile to myself. Then all I could hear was screeching and some scuffling going on.
I almost got worried, until I heard Bethy’s voice ringing out calling Gargoyle a son-of-a-bitch for telling me what she’d said. There was no containing my laughter while listening to her yell at Gar. Damn, she was something else when she got riled up, and I loved it.
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