Page 77 of Doc's Decision

I then hog tie him so if he wakes up he won’t create a problem for the boys.

Jolt looks over at me. “Where are we takin’ him?”

The club has a shit ton of property, so I’m sure there’s some place we can handle Tony that’s far enough away from everyone.

I don’t want anyone knowing what I’m about to do, anyone except Turmoil and Jolt.

I glance at the unconscious form of Tony. “We’re going to take him way out into the desert, where no one will be able to hear his screams.”

Turmoil’s lip curls. “Fuck yeah, I’m all for that.”

“Are you sure about this, Doc?” Jolt asks, expression serious.

He's a wild card, but also the closest thing we've got to a voice of reason out of the prospects in the club.

I don't hesitate in reassuring him. "I'm fucking positive."

With a grim nod, Jolt eases back behind the wheel while Turmoil climbs into the back with Tony.

As the van rumbles to life and they pull out of the gas station, I head for my bike and roll out behind them.

***

The desert is quiet when we finally stop driving, except for the occasional gust of wind whipping through the dry scrub and cactus.

Turmoil drags Tony out of the van, throwing him onto the sandy ground like a sack of garbage.

His groans and grunts of pain bring a sadistic smile to my face.

"Ah, look who's finally awake," I drawl, crouching down in front of him. "You picked a real bad time to piss me off, Tony."

He just stares back at me, eyes wide with fear.

Good.

I want him scared.

We sit there for a minute, me watching him squirm in the dirt, him trying and failing to comprehend the shit storm he's just found himself in.

"I'm...I'm sorry, Doc," Tony stammers out. "I didn't mean nothing by it. I'll leave, you won't ever see me again."

His words don't change anything.

He's had his chances, too many of them.

"You should've thought of that earlier, Tony," I reply coolly. "Now it's too late."

His eyes dart between me and Turmoil, desperate and pleading.

He's not getting any sympathy from us.

Jolt steps forward then, handing me a dirty scrap of cloth.

I take it without question, knowing exactly what it's for.

"Gag him," he says simply.

I nod and move toward Tony who starts to thrash around on the ground in a futile attempt to escape his fate.

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