Page 32 of The Sins Of The Biker

Wave looks at me, and I nod. He then cuts off his pinky, and he screams in agony as Wave continues to cut through to the bone. Pedro sags, but my men keep him in his spot, not allowing him to fall on the floor.

Wave holds up the pinky in his hand, displaying it in front of him. “Got anything to tell us.?”

He shakes his head, begging, “Please, don’t.”

“Okay, fucker, you asked for it.”

Wave cuts into the next finger, and he screams. “Stop, stop! I’ll tell you.”

I raise my hand to Wave, indicating for him to stop. I step closer, and the boys turn him around to face me. “Tell me who called the order?”

His head drops to his chest, his breathing picking up. My hand reaches out to him, lifting his chin to face me. “Tell me, and you’ll be free.” Sweat trickles down his face, and his eyes can barely stay open.

“Cle… Clemente.”

“I fuckin’ knew it.” I spit out the words, kicking the chairs around the table. Pacing the kitchen floor, I think about it.Why? Why did he order the kill?

Storming back toward Pedro, I lift his face again. “Who killed my father?”

His eyes are trying to close again, and he’s swaying on his feet. “Tell me, who did Clemente get to kill my father?” He doesn’t reply.

“Tell mewho the fuckkilled him,” I growl, grabbing my gun again, placing it under his chin, and cocking it.

“Clemente has a crew out of Houston. A man by the name of Harrison runs it. That’s who killed your old man.”

Putting more pressure under his chin with my gun, I ask, “Harrison who?”

“I don’t know…” he cries. “He just goes by Harrison.”

“I need more… where does he live? Where does he hang out?Tell me!”

“I… I… all I know is if you ever need to find him, he’ll be at the Dice Bar. That’s all I know.”

The Dice Bar is a place where you can gamble, drink, and watch strippers all at once. I’m familiar with the bar, having been there with the club. It makes me sick to my stomach to think we could’ve been at the same table with this asshole Harrison.

My dad enjoyed playing the tables, and sometimes we’d head there for a drink and a game of blackjack. But I don’t know anyone there named Harrison.

“You better be telling the truth because if not, I’m coming back to kill you, motherfucker. You got me?”

He nods, but only slightly because my gun is still holding pressure under his chin. Removing it, I place it at the back of my jeans and study Wave. “I think we got what we came here for.”

Wave eyes me, his eyes displaying signs he wants to talk. He picks up his tools and wraps them up, and I follow him out front.

“What’s up?” I ask when we exit and shut the door.

Tom joins us, saying, “What are you doing?”

Wave looks between us. “We need to kill them. If we don’t, he will tell Clemente we were here, and then he will know we’re aware it was Clemente who ordered the hit on you and your father on your life. If word gets out that we were here, Clemente will double his security, and who knows when we can take him down. No, we need to kill them, or we’ve got no hope of getting revenge. Believe me, once we leave them, Pedro will be on the phone warning the boss we’ve been around. So we need to end it right here and right now.”

As I place my hands on my hips, I contemplate his words and what he’s asking of me. He has a point, and the world would be a better place without those fuckers alive.

I stare at Uncle Tom. “What do you think?” Tom stares back at me.

“I’ll have to agree with Wave. We can’t take the risk… we gotta kill them. We could all be dead if word gets out to Clemente.”

“And what about this Harrison?” I ask them.

Wave replies first, “We take him out too, and his crew. A life for a life, Prez,” Wave says, and I agree.

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