Page 73 of Tusk's Fury

Siege jerks his chin at Rigs. “Fuck that shit. Instead of playing good cop and bad cop, I’m just gonna let you be bad cop. Go ahead and take her out to the tool shed and do whatever you have to do to get her to talk. We’ll work on Tusk’s ex.”

Rigs jerks forward in his seat, clearly surprised. “That’s where we take the worst of the worst, and most of them don’t make it out alive. You sure you want me to take a club girl in there?”

“Yeah,” Siege says in a pinched tone. “Brittany could be out there dead or being tortured somewhere. I’m fucking fed up with nobodies who attack our club from the inside thinking they’re too special to answer my fuckin’ questions.”

Silver chuckles. “I know an empty threat when I hear one.”

Rigs curses under his breath, stands, grabs Silver by the arm, and leads her out of the room. I know my mouth is hanging open and my eyes are probably bulging out of my head, but this is the craziest shit I’ve ever seen happen at our club.

When Siege stands, I do as well. I’m honestly freaked the fuck out. “Look, I want my old lady back more than anyone else, but what just went down is one-percent shit, and we ain’t one-percenters.”

Siege’s face lights up with amusement. “Chill, man. We don’t have a torture room like some clubs. She doesn’t know that, though. Rigs is just gonna rattle her cage a bit and see if it loosens her lips up at all.”

Relief surges through my body. “Thank fuck for that.”

My club president asks, “Are you ready to rattle your ex’s cage?”

“More than ready. I want to push her hard and find out what the fuck she did with Brittany. Like you said, they could have done anything to her.”

We head down to the small cell in the basement. Evan and Levi are on guard duty. They are no match for my fuckin’ ex. Siege immediately sends them away, and they scramble off. When we unlock the door, Gina throws herself at us. Whoever thought tying her up was unnecessary can fuck right off. I catch her and literally toss her into the back of the room.

She screams, “The fuck, Wade? Show some respect. I’m carrying your baby.”

I immediately zero in on her belly. I see something hanging out from under her loose shirt. I approach her with a grin, ‘cause I know what this means, Gnarly John was right, she isn’t pregnant.

She starts backing away. “Stay away from me. I don’t want you hurting our baby.”

“Now, don’t be like that, sweetheart. I’ve been meaning to catch up with that little fucker for a while now.”

I reach out and tug her shirt up to find a fucking fake belly. I yank it right off and toss it aside.

Siege does a double take. “What the fuckin’ hell was that?”

I glance over at him. “If I’m not mistaken, it’s an artificial baby bump.”

Turning back to Gina, I say, “Guess that IVF wasn’t successful after all, was it?”

She shoots me a dirty look. “I was going to try again, but you had them destroy your sperm. Really, Wade, was one more child too much to ask?”

I grab her by the shoulder and press her down into the chair Siege placed in the middle of the room. “Yeah, it was. I love my boys, but that doesn’t mean I want more kids with you.”

Siege composes himself and steps forward. “Let’s loop the conversation back around to the issue at hand. What did you do with Brittany?”

She just shrugs. He leans forward and glares at her. “Do you know where Silver is right now?”

“Home in bed if she’s smart,” she says with a smirk.

Siege just frowns at her. “No, she’s out in our tool shed learning what our club does to traitors.”

Gina’s face goes slack. “No. You wouldn’t do that. You’re not that kind of club.”

Siege pulls out his phone, makes a call, and puts it on speakerphone.

Rigs picks up. “I can talk or torture. Decide which one you want because I can’t do both.”

We can hear Silver screaming and crying in the background. “It was not my fault. I didn’t talk to that Harper dude. She made the deal all on her own.”

“Keep up the good work, brother. It seems to be getting us results.”

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