Page 10 of Nitro

“Help, you’ve got to be kidding me.” She rolls her eyes at me and tries to turn away. I grab hold of her and turn her in my direction.

“You care about these women? The ones that you came in with?” I stare in her eyes.

“Yeah, of course I do. You don’t go through something like this without forming some kind of bond.” She crosses her arms over her chest.

“If you don’t help me then all of them including you will die. I’ll die, we’ll all die. No maybes, ifs, and or buts. Either you do this or it’s the end of the fucking line for all of us.” I explain it to her and watch as her eyes bug out for a second.

“Well fuck when you put it that way, I guess I really don’t have a choice.” She picks at the dry skin on her lips for a second, “What do you want me to do?”

“There are going to be a few people coming here today. Powerful people, people that have the power to make or destroy anyone. They are coming to look at a few of the girls. They want to make sure that we have good stock so to speak. I need you to help me get them done up, you know make-up and hair and shit. Nothing that I know about.” I’m breathing hard after I finish telling her what I need her to do.

She stares at me for a few seconds before she starts to laugh. Not just small dainty chuckles, but full-on belly laughs.

“Hey what the fuck is your problem? Shut the hell up before one of the other Purged comes in here to handle you. I promise you there is not one other person on the grounds that will sit back and let you have your way. No one here is going to protect you. You’re fresh meat in a fucking shark tank. This I’m so strong act that you’re pulling is not going to do anything, but put a fucking target on your back.” I get closer to her face so she can see that I’m not fucking around. She stops laughing immediately.

“I just told you that I had a bond with these girls. Do you actually think that I would help you get them dolled up so they can be tagged and sold like cattle? How fucking stupid do you think I am?”

“I’ll handle that part.” I say trying to move this process along. We don’t have a lot of time to go through all this.

“Yeah, slick, that shit isn’t going to fly with me. How are you going to handle it?” She doesn’t back down.

“I’ll know who takes them if anyone and I can reach out to others to make sure they don’t stay. I’ll make sure someone knows where to go to find them.” I clamp my lips together. If I say anything more, I’ll basically be admitting that I’m going to be going against Rooster. She may say she’s with the Wings of Diablo, but until I know that for sure I don’t want to be stuck in a situation where she’s going to be able to use that shit against me.

She looks away for a second contemplating exactly what I’m saying to her. “Basically, if I get them picked, they’ll be rescued? Someone will come to rescue them?”

I don’t want to verbalize that, but I nod my head.

“Fine, I’ll help you. But how many do you need? You need me to makeover everyone?”

She was going along with it. Thank fuck. “No, I just need three.”

“I get to choose which three.” She says as if it’s her condition to do the work.

“This isn’t a favorites game; we need to pick the three that are guaranteed to be chosen or at least have the closest shot.” I stare pointedly at her. I don’t want her to think this is a joke.

“No shit, slick. You already told me what happens if no one gets picked. I don’t want any of them to die. I’ll pick the prettiest ones.”

One corner of my mouth picks up, it’s just too easy, “So you’re going to pick yourself?”

She rolls her eyes at me, “Don’t fucking play with me Nitro, I don’t need flattery. I need to find a way to survive and to make sure these girls survive. No, I’m not going to pick myself. If I leave there is no one here to make sure that you bastards stay in your place.”

I get serious again, she’s right. This isn’t the time to play even if it’s only for a few seconds. “Alright, tell me which ones and what you need.”

“I hope you have someone that can go buy out the fucking pharmacy, because this shit is going to take a fucking miracle.”

I do. I can get her whatever she needs. I’m the VP of one of the baddest motorcycle clubs in the fucking country. That title comes with a lot of fucking perks, getting whatever the hell I want is just one of them.

Tink

What the fuck did I just stumble on. Nitro's one of the guys from the Spawns of Chaos. A small group of them helped Wire when Yemen and his people took his daughter, Nitro was one of them. I thought him to be one of the good guys until I got here and saw him all buddied up with Rooster.

It makes sense for him to be a traitor. People of weak character often go to where the road is the easiest. It’s easy to say fuck everyone, but me. It’s easy not to care about who you hurt. Being a family is hard. Protecting a home is hard. It’s one of the main reasons I won’t give up on Shyne. It’s because I know somewhere someone is still trying to find me. Even if my doubts take over at times.

What I didn't expect is for Nitro to basically act like he was trying to help me. It’s almost like he’s here against his will. Why the hell would he be helping me out if he’s one of Rooster’s henchmen? Rooster has no love for me or the rest of my Wings of Diablo family.

As confusing at it is right now, I know I have to take Nitro up on his word. He says that if at least one of the girls I choose to fix up isn’t chosen at this auction thing we are all going to die. I’ve been around bad men for a long enough time to know that the one thing besides jail that most are afraid of is death. Nitro looks scared. He looks like he’s telling the truth about all of us dying if this doesn’t work. I pick three girls, the ones that were the last to join us in the basement. They aren’t as beat up as the rest and it’ll be easier to get them date ready.

I give Nitro a list of feminine products and clothing that I think would make this easier. Within an hour and a half three other Purged members come running back with everything that I ask for.

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