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I step forward, my blade still in my hand. “There is one thing that is bothering me. How the fuck did you find her? How the fuck did you follow us when you don’t a have a fucking car? For you to make your move like you did today, you must have been watching us. You’d have to have had someone helping you. You don’t have the brain capacity to think of this shit yourself, and you sure as shit don’t have it in you to hunt her down and drag her back. You would just move on to your next fucking victim,” I fume. I place the tip of my blade down on his thigh, pressing just enough pressure to give a bite of pain. “So, who the fuck helped you?” I growl.

He shakes his head. “No one! No one helped, I swear!” he whimpers.

“That’s not the answer I was looking for,” I growl. I twist the blade painfully and slowly into his thigh. I can feel it carving through his flesh. His screams echo around us and I smile.

“Okay! Okay! I will tell you!” he cries out.

I turn around and look behind me to my brothers, seeing the look of disgust on their faces. “Fucking pussy,” Rage spits.

“Tell us,” I demand.

“Okay, I will. Just promise me you won’t kill me. Because if they find out I’ve told you, then they will kill me,” he stutters.

I want to slit his throat wide open for thinking he has the fucking right to give me an ultimatum. “I promise I won’t kill you,” I grit through my teeth.

He sighs. “A guy approached me and said he would make it worth my while if I got either the kid or Rhea. I saw you two walking off shopping and figured that was the best time to do it.He gave me a car and a driver so I could follow you,” he pants, sweat covering him.

“Name,” I demand.

“Eugene,” he states, and as soon as the name leaves his lips the mood turns deadly. I stand and remove my knife from his leg. Turning to face my brothers, all of us have the same look on our faces. “You going to let me go now?” Joe begs.

“No, you’re going to fucking die,” I growl.

“But, but you said. You said you wouldn’t kill me, and that you are a man of your word,” Joe says, panicked.

“I did, and I am a man of my word. I ain’t the one that’s going to be killing you.” I smirk. “Rage, today’s your lucky day.” I gesture to him.

Rage’s eyes light up as he walks over to the bench covered with tools, He picks up the axe, one of his favourites, and storms over. “Stop fucking bitching, I need kneecaps!” Rage yells before he slams the axe into Joe’s leg.

We let Rage do his thing, the sound of Joe’s desperate begging and screams surrounding us. “He’s made his move,” I state.

Ghost nods. “Once this is done, church,” he growls. “Hawk, tell the prospects to stay close to the women and kids at all fucking times. For today, at least, no one fucking leaves the club,” he orders. Hawk nods and leaves.

I run my hand over my face. “What the fuck am I going to tell Rhea?” I sigh. “She came here for refuge, for fucking safety, to get away from that pathetic cunt.” I gesture over my shoulder as he cries out screaming.

“Shit, your knees are fucked. There’s barely any cartilage left. Arthritis will kick in.” Rage tuts from behind me.

“Rage, he ain’t going to get arthritis in he’s knees now, is he? As you’ve fucking got them now and another thing is he will be dead. So, I don’t think he’s that bothered about arthritis,” Beastpoints out to Rage. Rage pauses and shrugs before he pulls out a plastic bag and begins to put Joe’s knee joints inside. Joe’s eyes roll back as he blacks out.

“How long have I got? Because I wouldn’t mind his pelvis,” Rage states, standing there with his hands covered in blood.

“I want church within the hour,” Ghost tells him.

Rage nods. “Get the prospects here now, and I will chop while they clean,” he says as he places the axe down and grabs the chainsaw.

Joe’s eyes open to the rumbling engine of the chainsaw. “Please no, please!” he cries out.

“Oh, stop your bitching, you won’t feel a thing. You’ll pass out and die in a matter of seconds,” Rage chastises as he brings the chainsaw down and begins to cut through Joe’s abdomen. The sound of shredding flesh surrounds us.

“Fucking crazy son of a bitch.” I laugh, shaking my head as Hawk walks back in.

“Aww, who let him have the chainsaw?” he coos.

“He’s getting a pelvis,” Scar mutters.

Hawk places his hand over his heart, his face going soft. “Will you just look at his little face?” Rage’s face is filled with happiness and contentment. It’s a rare emotion to see from him, although it happens more since he’s been with Dixie. He looks up and gives us a full teethed grin, blood splatter dotted all over his face and clothes.

“Holy shit, that’s terrifying,” Cash mutters.

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