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Chapter Twenty-Three

Goose

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ISIT AROUND OUR LARGEtable as my heart breaks and my dark soul craves the violence to fix this ache. There’s this sinister thirst to wreck everything in this room. To destroy anything I could get my hands on just to fulfill this wicked rage inside of me.

I’m not one to sit around and make grand plans. I use my hands to get what I want. I broke people until I got the answers I wanted.

More men walk into the room with their heads hung. They all know what happened and are devastated; but none feel the rage that I do.

Joker and Mad Dog come close, but Bambi is mine; she’s always been mine. I had finally made it official in the eyes of the club. She’s mine to protect then and now. Mine to make a home and family with. Mine to have until the day the good lord brings me home. And somebody took all of that away from me; again.

Striker comes in last and sits at the head of the table, gavel in hand. After he makes eye contact with every brother in the room, he slams it down.

“If you haven’t heard, Bambi is fucking gone. Somebody took her while we were out at the Shadow Raiders. This was all one big fucking trap!”

He smashes his fist against the table and glares at everybody. Nobody makes eye contact as Striker swirls the gavel in his other hand.

Joker steps up to the end of the table. “We have Snake here. Let Goose here have a shot at him for some info.”

Striker looks from Joker to me and arches his eyebrow. “Alright. You two go downstairs and see what you can find out. We’ll plan up here and see what we can find out from Joker’s guys and hospital staff.”

Joker and I stand and walk out without saying a word. This isn’t the time to joke and laugh. We have a fucking job to do and Bambi’s life is on the line.

I unlock the heavy door that leads to the basement, and Joker follows behind me. At the bottom on the steps, I turn on the surround sound speakers and sync my phone up.

Requiemby Avenged Sevenfold plays as I make my way deeper into the basement. Coming to the end, I stare at the pathetic excuse of a man before me.

Snake is tied up by his wrists as he hangs from the ceiling. His feet dangle and he is already looking pale from the pain.

I crack my knuckles and roll my neck before walking over to him. He spits at my feet and laughs.

“What’s up, brother? Ready to reminisce about that little slut, Bambi?”

I punch him as hard as I can right in the stomach and he groans. I nod toward Joker and he comes over.

“Hold his feet still.”

Joker bends down and grabs them as I walk behind Snake. I roll my tray over and find a large knife. Then I grab a small vile and place it close to me.

I turn back to Snake and cut his shirt open, letting it fall to the floor. “Let’s play a game, asshole. You’re going to tell me where Bambi is. You tell me, I’ll make your death a little less painful. But if you don’t tell me, I will drag this out for days.”

Snake just laughs. “Do your worse. I ain’t sayin’ shit.”

I just shrug as I twirl the knife in my hand. “Whatever you say. This is something I save for the worst of the worst. It’s called blood eagle. The Vikings used to perform it for execution.”

Taking the knife, I hold it over a lighter as the flame warms up the blade. I turn back to Snake and growl.

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