Forsaken Control (Oathkeepers MC)

by Sapphire Knight

  “Did you tell her yet?”

  “No. I tried to early this mornin’, but she wasn’t ready to talk, brother.”

  “I told you, Ares, I have to be honest with her. I love her ass way too fuckin’ much, man. She has to know ‘bout us, or I can’t keep doin’ it.”

  “2 Piece, I told her I wanted ya’ both. Give her a little time to think it over, for fuck’s sake. Just calm your shit.”

  I hurry Lily along, not wanting to hear any more of a conversation that they think is private. Clearly, it sounds like 2 Piece won’t have an issue when we do finally talk about it. It sounds as if we each want the same things together, but we’re afraid of what the other will say. We have to fix this and soon.

  We make our way out of the enormous metal back door, where Lily usually goes to the bathroom.

  I can’t believe what I just overheard. That’s freaking crazy. Ares and 2 Piece? What does that even mean? Have they been seeing each other without me? Is that what was going on in the bathroom? It hurts to know they haven’t told me about it, but I have to admit it really turned me on yesterday imagining them together like that. It would mean that I could have them both. Fuck!

  We make it out into the grassy area. Lily runs ahead, excited as usual. I’m lost in my own thoughts of how everything is going to play out or what could possibly happen. I’m caught off guard as Lily starts growling a low rumble of warning; she’s been slowly learning to growl from when she plays with the guys. Ares has been working on some sort of training methods with her when he has her, and she’s been learning all kinds of new stuff.

  Her short black hair fluffs up along her spine as she starts to bark. She’s never alerted me to anything before, and I get spooked and quickly glance up.

  I’m met with the creepy green eyes from the same scary-looking man I saw at the grocery store standing about twenty feet away from me. This time, however, he’s not alone, but accompanied by another stringy-haired guy. Wearing sinister grins, they both appear extremely pleased that they’ve caught me outside alone. The only thing I can think of is to scream bloody fucking murder and hope someone hears me. My body crawls with the thoughts of what they may do to me if they catch me.

  “2222222222222222222!” I bellow frantically and hastily follow up with, “Areeeeeeeeeees! Hellllp!” I wring my hands together, clenching them into tight fists as my voice hits a pitch I didn’t know it was capable of. My nails digging into my palms reminds me that my ass needs to run and get the hell away now.

  Lily’s leash drops to the ground as my heart starts to beat wildly, full of a fresh dose of adrenaline. My sandals slide a little as I take off running, pumping my legs toward the back door as fast as I possibly can. If they want me, then they’re going to have to catch me first, and then I’ll fight them with every last breath I have in my body. Ares’ proud expression from the church meeting the other day flashes through my mind, and I promise myself that I’ll have him gaze at me like that again. I won’t give in to these rat bastards.

  These men are not here to be my friend, but to hurt me…especially after London clipped the one dark-haired guy with Cain’s car. I hear Lily start snarling and barking like she’s a grown watchdog, and I’ve never been prouder. “Lily! Come!” I shout behind me as I sprint the distance back towards the club door, pumping my arms wildly. Fuck, we’re never going that far away into the yard again.

  The club’s back door crashes open, making a loud clapping sound as it hits the wall behind it. Ares comes thundering through it at full speed, his powerful thighs on a mission as they pound over the ground toward me. 2 Piece and Brently hurriedly come running right behind him. Ares looks absolutely murderous when he sees the guys trying to get to me.

  2 Piece has one of his Glocks out already. He quickly rushes to me, tucking me behind him. “The fuck you doin’ out here?”

  “Just walking the dog,” I squeak, but he doesn’t respond. He keeps his gun trained toward Ares and Brently as they charge the two creeps. If Ares or Brently get hurt, then 2 Piece will start shooting. I’m honestly surprised he hasn’t just shot and killed both of them already.

  Lily runs toward me, spooked. She freaked out when the two guys ran past her. She was still in her spot holding strong, barking her little head off; I guess until she knew we were safe.. I squat down to pick her up and wrap her in my arms as soon as she gets close enough to me. Just a puppy and yet already standing up to protect me. What a good freaking dog. “It’s okay, Lily, you’re such a good girl.”

  I watch as everything unfolds; it all happens as if in slow motion.

  As soon as I heard the screech coming from out back, I knew something was off. The first thing that came to mind was that Avery was alone and unprotected. Thank fuck it’s morning; if the music or TV had been playing, we’d have never heard her.

  When I open the back door and see them, I start to run for her. The way the pup was growling and barking, I knew right away that those men intended to harm Avery. Not the bitch I love…I don’t fucking think so.

  I push my legs as hard as possible, driving them to charge at the fuck sticks, full speed. Throwing my fist out, I catch one of them in the shoulder with enough of an impact he stumbles back a few steps before regaining his balance.

  The other steps towards me and I punch him directly in the throat. He keels over right as Brently catches up. The guy’s bent over, gasping for air, and Brently starts wailing all over the dude’s head and back. Fuck it, whatever works I guess.

  This little slimy fuck matches the description of the white bike Twist gave me yesterday after he was able to catch the tail end on him. The guy steps toward me, and I raise my foot, sending a swift kick to the guy’s stomach.

  “Who the fuck are you,” I bellow.

  “Fuck you,” he spits out and comes at me again. He punches me in my stomach, but it doesn’t faze me. I’ve been doing this shit for way too long to have one hit be able to fuck me up.

  “My turn motherfucker,” I growl.

  Latching onto each of his ears with my hands, I bring his head to mine, head-butting him in the nose. He goes down quickly, blood oozing out of his nose, going everywhere. The moment he hits the dirt I give him a few swift, hard kicks in the ribs. It’s enough that I know a few are cracked if not broken. It’ll at least slow him down enough so that I can get him to the shed and tied up.

  I’mma saw this motherfucker into tiny pieces, then feed him to the pigs at the farm. Thinkin’ he can come around here, fucking with my family, with my fucking club. No way, not fucking happening.

  His gun peeks out of the back of his pants, so I swiftly snatch it up and tuck it into my own pants. Glancing over to Brently, I find that he’s kicking the other guy all to hell. The guy’s face is completely covered in blood. Hell, at this point, I don’t know if he’s even alive anymore. Brother has a lot of anger trapped inside of him after all that Twisted Snake MC bullshit went down. I still can’t get over how they carved Brently’s stomach up, threatening the club president’s son with gutting him. Fucking people never learn.

  “Yo, Brently, stop brotha’ we need ‘em alive so I can fuck with ‘em for information. Gripping his arm tightly, I wrench him away from the guy on the ground. He’s unmoving, so he’s not going anywhere. Brently turns, ready to strike at me, but I catch his arm before he can. “Pull yourself together!”

  He nods, swallowing. He takes a step back and pulls on his bloody shirt in an attempt to straighten it. Yeah, like that will fix that shit. I learned many years ago to always wear black. Those white shirts are good for nothing, they just get greasy or bloody in this way of life.

  Twist comes walking around the corner, eyes widening in alarm and then to excitement when he sees what’s going on.

  “Twist, go get me some rope.”

  “All right.” He takes off to the shed.

  The guy at my feet lets loose a painful groan.

  “Trust me, it may feel like it hurts now, but you ain’t got no fuckin’ idea what I p
lan to do to you. Just wait. You’ll learn a whole new meanin’ of pain by the time I’m done with ya.”

  A COUPLE OF HOURS LATER…

  Brushing a few wayward strands of hair out of my eyes, I take stock of the two pieces of shits we have tied up in the shed. They didn’t fight much. Hell, they didn’t even move much.

  I rang the Prez straight away but he said Mona’s having too bad a day for him to leave her. I was surprised, since he’s been itching to hear about what these guys know and want. I’m curious myself on what they’ll have to say. I understand him putting her first though; he never used to and it’s ‘bout time he did.

  “Errmmm,” The dickface guy who threatened Avery moans out.

  “Shut the fuck up,” Twist snarls, popping the guy on the side of the head. He approaches the other guy that Brently was laying into, kicking at his legs. “You alive, pussy?”

  The man doesn’t respond and Twist shrugs. He steps away from him and pulls out his grey case filled with his special set of knives he had tucked in his back pocket. Unrolling the convenient pouch, he selects a medium-sized, serrated blade. Inspecting the shiny blade, he nods, carefully placing the pouch on the bench nearby. The teeth on that blade would hurt like hell, doing some serious damage to its intended target.

  “This should work nicely,” Twist says aloud to no one in general. “Let’s see just how dead you really are, stupid fucker.”

  With that he crouches down in front of the tied-up guy, slitting the man’s right pant leg from shoe to knee. Twist carefully folds the damaged jeans away, exposing the unconscious man’s skin on his lower leg.

  His face lights up, almost as if he were just presented with a prize as he gazes on the bared flesh. Kissing the side of the blade closest to him, Twist whispers to himself cryptically, “I still hear you.” I’ve heard him murmur this on multiple occasions when he plays with his knives. With that, he drives the blade forcefully into the fleshy part beside the man’s shin. The guy remains still and Twist glares, irritated he didn’t make him cry out or get any response from him.

  He shakes his head, mumbling to himself and slits the pant leg up higher, producing the man’s thigh. Twist chuckles lowly, tossing the blade to catch it in his left hand. Before I even blink he drives it quickly into the meaty area closest to the man’s cock. Still nothing. Twist growls low in his throat in response.

  Time to interrupt before Twist goes on a stabbing spree and riddles the guy full of stab holes. “Look Brother, I think Brently put the motherfucker in a coma or some shit. He hasn’t moved since I pulled the brother off of him. He’s barely even breathing, so fuck knows.”

  He nods, gesturing to my next victim. “Can I have him then?”

  “No. He will be dealt with by me.”

  “You sure ‘bout that, Ares? I’ve got plenty more knives I could use on him; we could have some fun.”

  “How ‘bout you go ask 2 Piece to come on out here for a sec.”

  “Oh, I’m the fuckin’ gopher boy now?”

  Growling, I glare, “Seriously, Twist?”

  “I’ll be back.” He grins. Twist is always trying to stir shit up for whatever reason.

  Once I have a few of my saws plugged in, I scoot them closer to the idiots. I unfold a large sheet of black painters’ plastic around the dark-haired asshole’s chair. I grab my black rubber butcher’s apron, tying it snuggly to help keep the blood off my clothes. Not that it really matters about it staining, being that I’m dressed in all black attire, but I sure hate the fucking smell. That weird scent and copper like taste when it sprays on your lips and you lick them, forgetting about it. I don’t mind the warm blood on my hands; it’s cathartic, renewing the memory of bathing my skin in my father’s blood. The crimson liquid is there coating my skin with each kill, to remind me that I overcame an extent of evil and prevailed.

  “What’s your name?”

  “Ermmmm.”

  “You need to tell me your fuckin’ name, this shit won’t fly with me motherfucker.”

  He stays silent and I huff. They always try to hold out, stupid idiots. He probably won’t even make it to his small ass wrist before he gives in. They never do, bunch of goddamn pansy asses.

  “I’mma call you screamer, ‘cause I bet you’re a bigger bitch than you lead on.”

  Circling Screamer’s plain, sturdy metal chair, I grip the back piece behind his shoulders and pull him a little closer to my saw. Grabbing the roll of trash bags off the bench, I place a few underneath him around the chair. I don’t need to make a mess. The painter’s plastic will help keep it off the ground but all of the body parts need to go somewhere or the blood will bleed through any hole it can find. I’ve learned a lot since my bleach scrubbing days as a kid.

  It’s easier to just burn the nasty smelling plastic, then bury the remaining melted pieces, effectively getting rid of the blood evidence. Now if it’s a whole body, I’ll usually dump the blood back in the river close by. Don’t need no fuckin’ coppers snooping around looking for anything. In this case, I’m gonna bag up all of the body parts and take ‘em out to feed the pigs at the farm close by. It’s been awhile since I was out toward that way, and I know they enjoy a special treat occasionally.

  Light floods in to the room as Twist opens the door again, returning with 2 Piece. As soon as 2 Piece notices the dark-haired man, he launches himself at him, ready to rip the scum apart. Twist leaps toward 2 Piece before he can get to the chair, tugging an irate 2 Piece away, keeping him close to the door.

  Twist gawks at me, flustered, attempting to hold on, “Ares, you wanna hurry it the fuck along, brother? 2 Piece isn’t the easiest to hold when he’s pissed.”

  “2 Piece, calm down, for fuck’s sake. I gotta ask him a few things, then you can have him.”

  His eyes flair as he snarls, “Let me ask the motherfucker some questions!”

  “Not yet, can you chill the fuck out so Twist can let you go?” 2 Piece nods briefly and Twist releases him. 2 Piece shoves Twist away a few feet, irritated that he was holding him and Twist snickers, fully amused. “Don’t start, either one of y’all. I get you’re fuckin’ heated 2 Piece, but let me find out what I can first.”

  “Then I can do what the fuck I want with him?”

  “Yeah, man.” I’m surprised he even decided to ask; normally this sort of thing makes him way too queasy. I get it, though. It’s personal when it comes to a threat toward Avery. I wanted to have a few witnesses if these dicks decide to talk, especially to make sure all of the facts make it back to Prez. “Where’s Cain?”

  2 Piece glares at me growling, “Sitting with the girls. He wanted to come, but they begged him to stay if I had to go.”

  Sighing, I nod. Cain should be doing this shit, technically being the Enforcer and all, but I know he probably wants to stay with London to make sure she’s alright emotionally and remains safe. He’s been stuck to her like glue ever since she admitted to being pregnant. I get that, but the brother just got his fuckin’ patch as Enforcer, and as VP, I shouldn’t be getting’ so dirty anymore. Everybody’s either thirstin’ for blood or fuckin’ dippin’ out of their shit they need to handle.

  The shed door creaks as it opens again and more light pours in “This where the party’s at?” Spin cheekily inquires and 2 Piece grunts.

  “Any more of y’all gonna come triapsin’ through the fuckin’ door before I get anywhere?” I grumble as I start to picture how it’s going to feel when my saw blade begins to grind through this asshole’s bones. I may let 2 Piece play with him, but in the end I will be the one wearing his blood.

  “Naw man, but I can go get some pom poms and shit if you’d like? What color?” Spin snickers.

  Shaking my head, I smirk, “Get yourself a fuckin’ skirt while you’re at it, bet it’d fit your ass perfect.”

  “Ermmm,” Our heads all quickly turn toward Screamer as he moans. He’s probably hurting; I got a good one to his jaw, pretty sure that’s fuckin’ broken now.

  “Hey ya, Ar
es, let me carve him up some, yeah?” Twist asks with an almost childlike excitement.

  I sigh loudly and shake my head. “Screamer, you gonna talk yet?”

  “Ummph.”

  Rubbing my hands together, I smile for the first time since I was lying in bed with Avery. I step next to him and my saw, untying his left hand; I bring it next to my miter saw. I line up his dirty, weathered palm right where my blade will slice off from his knuckles on up. It’s easier for the pigs to eat it in smaller pieces anyhow.

  “Oh fuck, I can’t watch this shit,” 2 Piece says and turns so his back is facing me. Twist and Spin chuckle as the room echoes with the shrill ringing sound of my saw.

  I hold the handle tightly with my left hand and the Screamers arm with my right, applying pressure. The blade lowers and starts to make a grinding sound, almost sounding as if it’s choking as it tears through the thin meat into the muscle of the hand. Blood spatters all over me, and I keep smiling, as I reminisce with the feelings washing through my system. The saw smokes and a strong fleshy smell bathes the room as it finally cuts the body parts completely off.

  As the saw silences, the echoes of screaming meets my ears and suddenly I possess Screamer’s full attention.

  “Ah, there you are fuckface. Told ya you’d fuckin’ scream with the first one, huh? Glad your bitch ass didn’t pass out. Now shut the fuck up, and tell me why you came after my chick?” The words leave my mouth without me realizing what I’ve even said. The brothers remain silent. 2 Piece knows the seriousness of my declaration in front of club members, but the other brothers, I’m sure, believe it’s just an angle I’m using to get some information.

  “Please, please, please.”

  “You can beg as much as you want. This is what I do. I can chop you up, piece by motherfucking piece, until you tell me what I want to know.”

  “Okay, okay!” He cries, clear snot dripping from his crooked nose as he pleads. “I-I,” he takes a deep, broken breath “Your Prez had a deal, and he broke it.”