Page 42 of True Me

“Doll, don’t forget about me,” Cash says, with laughter filling his voice as I break the kiss and find myself panting from the breathless feeling our ol’ lady has left me with.

“I would never forget about you,” Rebel says as she looks at him with longing filling her eyes.

Standing up from the couch, I move out of the way for Cash to step in and sit in the seat I just occupied while making my way over to Reaper where he stands at the bar. I look back and see Rebel making out with Cash as she keeps her hand wrapped around his head. Cash is laying her back against the couch and I know it’s taking everything in him not to take her upstairs and fuck her the way we both want to. Doc said no sex for right now and Rebel wasn’t happy about that decision because she wants us. She even pouted while trying to get Doc to change his mind about the no sex rule.

“What did the loan shark say?” I ask Reaper when I turn my back on Cash and Rebel on the couch.

“He doesn’t want either one of them back. The guy was nothin’ more than a hired hand for this job only and he doesn’t like him. Chad owes him money but he’s not ready to get involved with this shit. He wants to wash his hands of the entire situation. Plus, I might have told him about the money in Chad’s offshore accounts. We’ll get Hawk to take the money from one of the accounts and give it to him to cover the debt Chad’s run up. He was thankful for that suggestion on our behalf. So, he’s happy with the situation and won’t be comin’ for the club or Rebel,” Reaper informs me, his voice low as a few of the ol’ ladies enter the room and make their way over to Cash and Rebel. Alex is leading them with Reagan and Zoey following behind.

“Good. I’m ready for this to be over with. I’m ready to get my hands dirty,” I state as Reaper whistles and gets the attention of all the men. Without a word, we make our way to the basement door and head downstairs.

Coming up on the cell Chad and that asshole are in, I see Titan and Savage are already standing outside the door. Their cuts are hanging on the hooks outside the cells and I can practically see them bouncing on their feet in excitement as they move out of the way to let Cash and I in. Cash steps up next to me and together we remove our cuts before heading in the cell. I look at Chad as he remains in the chair while the other asshole has his hands tied together with chains and is hooked to another chain from the ceiling. They have his body stretched out so his feet barely touch the floor as he squirms and wiggles around. He’s not gonna break free from the chains, but it will be entertaining for us to watch him try.

“Let us fuckin’ go!” Chad yells out as if he has some kind of power to get us to do his demands.

“No, I don’t think we will,” I answer, a smirk on my face as I walk over and grab a knife from the tray of tools we use in the cells. “You’ve put your hands on our ol’ lady and she spent a week in the hospital because of you and Fawn. We’re about to make you feel every single ounce of pain you made her feel. Plus some if I’m bein’ honest.”

“You can’t touch me,” the other guy tries, his voice hard and cold as he looks at the group of us in the cell with them.

“Oh, we definitely can. See, our President called your boss and he wants nothin’ to do with you. Told us you were only hired for this job and he didn’t like you. So, there’s no way in hell you’re gettin’ out of the pain we have in mind for you either,” I state, walking up to Chad and ripping his shirt right down the middle so his chest is exposed.

“That’s not true!” he yells, his voice echoing as he looks frantically around the room like a scared bitch.

“It definitely is true. See, not only are we gonna torture you, but we’re also givin’ him the money Chad owes him from one of his multiple offshore accounts. So, the loan shark wins. We win. The two of you lose and it will be fun as hell for us to take out our rage and anger at what’s been done to our girl by your hands. Before we land the final blow, you’ll get to watch Fawn get what’s comin’ to her as well. Our ol’ ladies have been waitin’ to get their hands on her,” I promise the guys with a vicious smile on my face.

“You don’t know about anything. I don’t have any money in offshore accounts. I don’t know where you got your information, but it’s wrong,” Chad denies, his voice wavering with his lie.

“Yeah, ya do,” Hawk says, stepping up and getting in Chad’s face. “Not only do you have five offshore accounts in your name, but you have at least two in Rebel’s name. I’ve found them all and I’m still lookin’ for more. I’ve also found a few properties in your name and one in Rebel’s that I’m sure she doesn’t know a damn thing about. She’ll be learnin’ about that in a little while when we’re done here. The rest of that money will also somehow find its way into Rebel’s account so she has that shit from you for everythin’ you’ve done to her over the years.”

Chad starts screaming louder than a bitch as I run the dull, rusty blade of the knife down his chest where blood starts to pool along the edges of the cut. I start to stab him repeatedly. The cuts are shallow and numerous as I mark every inch of his body. Cash grabs a pair of brass knuckles from the tray and makes his way over to the other asshole. He starts beating the shit out of his torso as he grunts and groans in pain with each hit. No one steps up to help us as they let us get out everything we’re feeling. Not just the rage but the frustration, pain of seeing our girl hurt, and everything else we’re feeling and have been since Chad started his bullshit once again.

With hundreds of cuts on Chad’s body, I put the knife back on the tray and grab a pair of pliers. I rip out every single nail on his body and then move on to Chad’s teeth. The last thing I do with the pliers is pull his tongue out before cutting it out of his mouth. No one needs to hear him talk or say another word about anything. He passes out from the pain and I step back. Titan and Savage walk up with large buckets of ice cold water, dumping it over him. Chad sputters awake and tries to shake the water from his body to no avail. Too bad he can’t talk and bitch about being wet. I start laughing before grabbing the brass knuckles from Cash. He takes the pliers and starts to work over the other asshole’s body. It’s nice to hear him screaming out in pain instead of the grunts and groans he was releasing when Cash was beating him with the brass knuckles.

“I have information on the loan shark you’ll want to hear,” he tries to bargain as Cash sets the pliers aside and grabs the knife while I grab the salt and lemon juice.

“You’ve got nothin’ we want to hear. We have no beef with him and are cool. Once we hand over the money to him, we’ll go our separate ways and never speak to him again. He’s leavin’ Clinton to move on to bigger and better things. So, you’ve got nothin’ we want, or need, to hear,” Reaper says, his voice hard and cold as he steps up in front of the bastard and glares at him.

Cash starts to cut the asshole all over his body and we listen as he screams in pain from the shallow cuts now covering his body. Using the lemon juice, I dump it over his body and then rub it in before covering the wounds with salt. Chad tries so hard to scream out in pain but it comes out muffled and distorted without a tongue. I start laughing my ass off at what a little bitch he’s being. I step back between my dad and brother against the wall as Reaper steps in front of Chad. He starts beating the hell out of him as Cash works next to him.

Cash steps back without giving the fucker the same salt and lemon juice treatment as Hawk steps up and starts working him over. My eyes dart between Reaper and Hawk as I try to watch what each man is doing. It’s funny as hell as he screams and they both try to get away from the pain being inflicted on them. These two thought they were untouchable and are discovering just how truly false that information is. They’re regular men who never once came across a motorcycle club full of men who will do anything to support the ol’ ladies of the club. Including taking out the twatwaffles who go after them for whatever reason. We support one another and are there when times are tough. This is one of those times.

The door of the cell opens and we watch on as the ol’ ladies drag a crying and screaming Fawn into the room with us. She looks around and screams so loud my ears hurt as the sound echoes off the walls of the cell.

“You can’t hurt me!” Fawn screams, looking around at us all. “Eagle, you have to stop them from touching me! I love you and I know you love me.”

Her pleas fall on deaf ears as I look right through her while Reagan and Zoey bring her to the center of the room. She continues to look around for some kind of help. Fawn won’t get help from a single one of us. We all love Rebel and there’s no way in hell we’ll choose Fawn over her for any reason.

“Someone help me!” Fawn screams out again as Zoey punches her in the face.

“Shut the fuck up! None of us are gonna listen to your cries for help or anything else. We all love Rebel in this room. She’s been here for every single one of us when we needed her the most. You are trying to fuck a man who wants nothing to do with you. You’ve hurt Rebel physically and tried to get her to sign over her money because you’re a greedy bitch. Now, when it’s time for you to have the shit beat out of you, you want to hide behind one of the guys. Not just any guy, but one of Rebel’s guys. Not gonna fucking happen,” Zoey says, getting in Fawn’s face as the skank pales to a shade of white I’ve never seen before as fake tears roll down her face.

Reagan grabs tools from the tray and makes her way back over to Fawn. “We’re gonna make this quick and as filled with pain as possible. Being upstairs with Rebel is more important than anything else and you’re not worth our time.”

The guys step back and lean against the wall with us. We watch the girls work as Fawn screams and thrashes to get away from them. Reagan breaks her nose with one hit while Zoey carves a few words over her body. Dallas beats the hell out of her with the brass knuckles. A few of the other girls get their hits in, but they refuse to take it to the extent that Zoey and Reagan are. Those two have seen this kind of shit play out too many times and know what they’re doing. Right now, they’re currently doing rock, paper, scissors to figure out which one of them gets to take the kill shot. At the same time, Fawn is trying to get away despite her having a busted ankle courtesy of Zoey. She’s a vicious little thing but I can see the pride shining from Savage as he watches his ol’ lady work this bitch over.

“Have you girls had enough fun?” I ask, wanting to get back upstairs with Rebel so we can take her to the house.

“Yeah. I think we’ve had more than enough fun with this skank. Let’s get this shit over with,” Reagan says, looking down at Fawn with a glare. “Zoey, you get to take the kill shot this time.”

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