Page 94 of Givin' Me Fitz!
“You motherfucking son of a bitch. It was you who got the Scorpions to kill my parents and burn down the Wheeler Pass house. I will see that you suffer as much as they did… as much as I have, you motherfucking bastard.” I hadn’t seen T-Roy as mad as he was at that moment.
He stopped and kicked Boyd in the nuts before he resumed dragging him into the clubhouse, dropping his feet in the middle of the floor before he went to the refrigerator in the corner and grabbed three bottles of Coors, opening the first on the corner of the counter and shooting it down in one long gulp.
I knelt next to Boyd’s head. “I bet that was fun, that ride from San Diego with T-Roy.”
Boyd stared at me. “He’s a crazy motherfucker. I didn’t do anything except hide. I knew the Scorpions would kill me because I saw their faces when they took me. They tortured me for two days before I was able to get away.”
I glanced up at my father, seeing that shit-eating grin of his. “Is that what happened, Abner? Boyd showed up at your house looking tortured and scared?”
My father laughed as he knelt on the other side of Boyd’s head. When Boyd saw my father, I really saw the fear.
“You—you told us to… It was your idea to go to the Scorpions. You told us to rob the dispensary because the club could turn in a claim to the insurance company to get the money back. You said the Scorpions would protect us and we’d all make a lot of money after the Scorpions took over the Cowboy’s land and holdings.”
Suddenly, I started to doubt my father. Had he concocted all of those lies to make himself look good? Hammer stepped over from one of the pool tables and stared down at Boyd. “You’re a liar.”
Dad stood and put his foot on Boyd’s neck. “You told me all those things, Boyd. Not the other way around. You wanted me to go along with your bullshit, and you threatened Sawyer and Celine if I didn’t, so I told you I would. I even told Willy Roundtree I was on board to buy time. Did you really think I’d betray the club my father created?”
I poked Boyd. “Since you’re alive—for right now, anyway—who did the cops find in the desert?” There was that video Romero Garza showed to TJ to get him to fight in the first place, claiming it was Boyd Townsend and they’d do the same to his grandfather.
“It was someone they do business with. The Viper Kings said the guy shorted them on a delivery of After Burner, some homegrown fentanyl crap the Corsican Cartel pushes. They said he skimmed off the shipment, and they tortured him to find out where the drugs went.”
Whether Boyd was telling the truth or not, the fact remained that he was alive and working with the Scorpions to take us down. Killing Boyd was something we needed to vote on because he was a patched member, and in the spirit of the one-percenter legacy—it seemed some of the club members wanted to maintain—blood in, blood out.
I turned to my father. “Keep an eye on him. The rest of you follow me.”
We returned to the chapel and took our seats. “Cowboys, we have a decision to make. What do we want to do about Boyd? He betrayed us and brought the enemy into our camp to kill our friends and steal the money we work hard to make. I leave it to you.”
Spider stood. “I make a motion we end him. I’m sorry, Bones, but I feel like we have a case ofhe said, he said, and I don’t know who to believe. Is Abner innocent? I’m not so sure.”
Spider sat, and T-Roy stood. “I second the motion, but to protect our club, I propose we film Abner killing Boyd and put it in the vault. Since we don’t know the truth, if Abner ever gets linked to the Scorpions again, we turn over the video to the cops.”
I stared at T-Roy before I looked around the table to see the heads of my brothers nodding. “Show of hands who support the motion?”
All hands lifted, one that surprised the hell out of me. “Even you, Arlo? I’d have thought you’d start quoting the Bible about loving thy neighbor.” The other members chuckled.
Arlo exhaled. “Lex Talionis. Exodus 21:23-25.‘But if there is serious injury, you are to take life for life, eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot, burn for burn, wound for wound, bruise for bruise.’I have no objections to Boyd being made to pay for his transgressions.”
That was a surprise. Someday, I’d get the full story of Arlo’s background, but at the moment, I had other fish to fry.
“Motion passes.” I banged the gavel on the block and turned to Hobie. “Don’t put it in the minutes. We all know how we voted.” He nodded.
We returned to the main room of the clubhouse and I stared at my father. “We’ve voted. It was unanimous that you are to end that bastard,” I pointed to Boyd who was whimpering in the floor, “and we’re going to film it for insurance. If you ever join forces with the Scorpions to go against the club, it goes to the cops. The members are split on whether we believe you weren’t a part of this latest attack. If you refuse our decision, you go to hell with him. I’ll do it myself.”
To my surprise, Keller nodded, followed by Boyd’s screams until T-Roy knocked him out with a punch to the temple.
I went to my house to find Fitz on the front porch in an armchair from the living room, asleep. I walked onto the porch and touched his handsome face. He stirred, and those beautiful blue eyes fluttered open.
“Why didn’t you go to bed?”
He grinned. “I was waiting for you. Everything okay?”
“Not really, but I think it will be eventually.”
He stood and kissed me, holding me tight as if he knew what I needed. Our tongues tangled and I settled my hands on his gorgeous ass until he pulled back to end the kiss. “Let’s go check out your bed.”
Before we could get down the hallway, Fitz’s phone rang. He looked at the screen and frowned. “I need to answer.”
I nodded.
