Page 38 of Disturbed Lucidity

Shaking my head, I looked over at Frost, who was already on the phone calling Wraith.

Another fucking headache I didn’t need.

“Trash, take the kid and go get him cleaned up.”

“What about me?” the sniveling whiner whimpered.

“Oh, princess, we’re just getting started.” Saint smiled, and the kid broke out in sobs.

The second Jude was out of the room, Saint wasted no time, grabbing the whiner’s hair, yanking his head back. “So, you and fucknut were gonna rape our bartender tonight. That the only way you two can get pussy?”

The kid’s eyes widened in fear as he tried unsuccessfully to shake his head. “It wasn’t my idea. It was Brandon’s. He’s pissed she kicked his ass in front of everyone. He wanted to pay that bitch back for what she did.”

“And you were going to go along with it.”

“No!”

Saint reared back and backhanded the whiner. “I don’t believe you.”

“I was going to fuck that cunt into submission.” Fucknut chuckled, spitting blood onto the floor. “Flaunting that ass of hers. I know what kind of whore she is. My father pays good money for bitches like her. Trash like her should stay in the fucking gutter where she belongs.”

Logic moved fast to stop Slash when I slowly stood.

Walking over to the now-dead piece of shit, I leaned close and whispered, “That whore would kill you before you even laid a finger on her. But since she isn’t here, and I am…”

Standing to my full height, I reached for my gun, pointed it at the fucker’s head and pulled the trigger. The back of his head exploding with what little brain matter he had, now coating the wall behind him.

The whiner next to him screamed bloody murder until he fucking pissed his pants again before passing out.

Shaking my head, I headed for the door, muttering, “Kids.”

Heading to the bar, I spotted Jude sitting at a table as Trash handed him an icepack for his face. Looking at Mouth, I ordered, “Have a pleb take the trailer and go to the library. There is a bike that needs to be picked up.”

“Keys?”

“Jude!” I shouted while the kid quickly got to his feet.

“Yes, Prez.”

“Keys. Now.”

I didn’t have to wait as he immediately dug into his pants, grabbed his bike’s keys, and threw them at me. Catching them, I placed them on the bar. Mouth picked up the keys just as one of the Plebs named Pyle walked in the front door.

“Perfect timing.” Mouth smiled, throwing the keys at the young recruit. “Go to the library and pick up a bike.”

“Library ain’t got bikes, Mouth. Only books.”

Shaking my head, I leaned against the bar while Mouth lost his shit. Pyle wasn’t all there in the head. We all knew that. Also known as Pauly McCoy, the kid was barely legal to drink, let alone breathe. But he’d served and that made him one of us. Like most of the brothers, Pauly saw some action downrange that quickly ended his military career when an IED blast damn near killed him. Poor kid would never hold down a nine-to-five job. Hell, he barely functioned here, but we didn’t hold that against him. Kid was good with the simple stuff and fucking deadly as hell when push came to shove. He was one of Logic’s recruits and patients. In fact, all the brothers spent time on Logic’s couch talking about shit they didn’t want to remember.

Me included, only I couldn’t remember the last time I visited his couch.

Sitting at the bar, Frost walked over.

“Wraith asked us to hold the kid for a few days.”

Nodding, I whistled to Trash. “Show Jude a room. He’s bunking with us until his brother shows.”

One problem fixed.

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