Page 1 of Out for Blood

Chapter One

ACE

The screams emanating from the shed when I pulled in and kicked my stand out were enough to make me chuckle. Razor and Chains were having fun again. Hawk laughed as we got off our bikes and headed over to the shed’s roller door. It was a converted garage, but our shop was in town, so it was now used for ourchatswith those who would do us or our town wrong.

Leaving the nomad chapter of the Ghost Rebels and settling in Kilkenny, our home town, was one move that I thought would be met with a lot of angst, but most of the boys stayed with me and the nomad chapter stayed on good terms with us.

I couldn’t say what was bringing me back to Kilkenny. A feeling, nostalgia perhaps, but something pulled me back here. Maybe it was my old ass wanting to settle down. With my old man gone and buried, the club was mine for the taking. Something he had wanted, and something I had veered away from for years.

Hawk threw the roller door up just as Chains whipped the guy’s back as hard as he could. I was surprised he didn’t break in half. The screams wrapped around the cement filled room, echoing off the walls before we pulled the door back down. We were far enough out of the town that they wouldn’t hear it.

“Who is he?” I asked Razor who was standing off to the side to let Chains have his fun.

“Drug dealer,” he replied. “Thinks it's okay to deal without giving us the money for the product.”

“Does he now?”

“Wanna have a piece, prez?” Chains asked, his breathing laboured. I knew the chains he used were heavy, to inflict as much damage as possible, and yet he loved it. I rolled up my sleeves and switched places with him. I knelt down to come face to face with the bloodied and putrid face of his.

“Look at me,” I told him. He didn’t. “I won’t ask again.”

Slowly, he lifted his bloodied and bruised face up to look at me. One of his eyes was swelling fast, a mere slit remained where his eye once was.

“Who do you work for?”

“No-o-ne.”

“I don’t like being lied to,” I told him, my tone level, but he was starting to bug me. “Almost as much as I don’t like repeating myself. Now, tell me who told you to start selling in Kilkenny and the surrounding areas.”

He whimpered. “No-one.”

I sighed, realising he was going to make me get bloody. So much for a quiet night. I stood, moving over to our shelves and grabbed my hammer. I got back down to his level. Both his arms were tied up to the sides of the pillars in the room. Perfect for stringing fuckers up.

“Untie his hands, Chains.”

Quickly, he moved over to do as I asked. They hung to his sides loosely as I waited, cooling my temper down. Once I lost it, I couldn’t control what would happen.

“I really don’t want to ask a third time, fucker,” I said. “Now, spill it.”

“I-I can’t.”

“Put your hand down on the ground.”

“What?” he gasped, holding his hands to his body.

“He doesn’t like to repeat himself,” Razor came up beside me. “Put your fucking hand down on the ground.”

“No, I can’t.”

“It’s either your hand or your head. Your choice.”

His lip trembled as he weighed up his options. My patience was wearing thin.

“You have thirty seconds.”

“That’s generous,” Razor remarked.

I looked up at the more psychotic of my enforcers and smiled. “What can I say? I’m having a good night.”

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