Page 141 of Parrish

“Thank you,” I retort, lowering my hand. “Now, I’m going to go out on a limb and assume you would rather your dick not suffer the same fate as your ear. Am I correct?”

He doesn’t answer.

“Look around, cocksucker,” Wolf growls. “Your fucking club is wiped out and any reinforcements you think might ride to your rescue are being tagged as your blood drips to the floor.”

“What do you want?”

Another grin spreads across my face.

As Pipe wires him with the explosives, I drop Javier’s name. He spits more blood and tells me to fuck off.

Mistake.

Big fucking mistake.

I pick up the hammer and deliver another blow. This time, I break his nose. He cries in pain and that’s when I let him know I’ve seen the ledgers. Pulling my ace out of my pocket, I toss a picture of his wife onto his lap.

“Tell me what I want to know or I pay a visit to your wife and I promise you, I won’t be delivering your remains to her,” I growl. “Pretty little thing,” I continue. “It’d be a shame to make her ugly.”

Pipe clears his throat, forcing my gaze to him. I watch his jaw tighten and an unspoken apology passes from my eyes to his, knowing he’s thinking about the innocent wife he lost.

“He’s wired,” he says finally.

I turn my attention back to Chains, my finger hovering over the switch.

“Three…”

“Fuck,” he shrieks.

“Two…”

Before I can say one, he spills the location Javier operates out of.

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah!

I hand Pipe the detonator and turn to Wolf.

“Call him in,” I order as I reach into my kutte and retrieve my phone.

Finding Schwartz’s number, I hit send as the front door opens. Flocked by Arrow, Tiny, and Mac, Scout steps into the room, his hands holding the kuttes of the men who attacked his wife.

Schwartz answers on the third ring and I give him the intel as Scout comes to a stop in front of Chains. Disconnecting the call, I pocket my phone and turn the reins over to the bearded beast.

“You get the information you needed, Bulldog?” he asks, keeping his eyes trained on the gruesome sight I’ve created.

“Yeah,” I reply, cupping the back of my neck. “This cunt is all yours.”

The birdie chirps.

He’s close.

So close.

Me and my men stand back as Scout reads Chains his last rights Charon style, dropping the kuttes of his fallen brothers into the cocksuckers lap.

“Take a good fucking look around you, Chains. You did this. You took the fucking word of a mobster and came after us with your guns blazing,” Scout shouts, pausing to grab a fistful of his hair. Tilting his head back, he forces Chains to look him in the eye and the final chord strikes.

Hallelujah!

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