Page 58 of Bound by Affliction
Blood pools underneath Jonny as his head falls back, him losing the strength to hold it up. I grab his hair and pull it hard. “Those three fucks deserved what they got. As do you for fucking with my girl. Shit ends now.” His neck snaps back as I move over to the table where a bottle of acid sits. Ever so slowly, I start to pour it on Jonny’s face. He screams like the pussy he is. I toss a little on Troy to see if he’s still alive, but he doesn’tmove.
Rhys goes over and checks him. “Dead.”
“One less asshole in the world.” The acid touches every cut and scrape on Jonny’s body as I circle him. His cries are a cleansing reminder that he will never touch my girlagain.
The smell of burning flesh and cries of pain permeate the air. My brothers sit back and watch mework.
As I watch Jonny crying out, it hits me. Fuck these guys. They don’t deserve my time or efforts. I need this shit to be over because Leah is waiting at home for me. That’s the only thing thatmatters.
Grabbing the Zippo off the table, I light theflame.
“Brother, don’t know if we got shit to put that out with,” Cooper, the ever voice of reason,says.
“It’ll be fine. The ceilings are high, and there’s nothin’ around them that can catch,” Rhys says with a nod to me. “Ropes’ll go up, but it’s concrete walls, won’t goanywhere.”
Not taking another moment, I toss the flame on Jonny and just as I suspect he screams, thrashing and trying to get away from the fire but unableto.
Lighting Troy on fire is just to make it easier oncleanup.
The smoke in the room is the worst part of it, and Tug opens two of the doors, letting itout.
I’ve never liked the smell of burning flesh before, but smelling theirs is fucking worth it. It’s a vengeance I needed, that Leah needed to know she’s safe. She can let her fear go and live. This rights the wrongs. While Leah will never forget what happened to her, I’ll damn sure know and remember this moment, when these two lost their lives because they threatened my woman. It’s a relief they aregone.
A hand touches my shoulder. “It’s done now, brother. Everything is clean,” Cooper says in my ear. “No one will hurt yourgirl.”
“Or yours.” Coopernods.
Only then do I let the anger go as Tug and Buzz throw blankets over the bodies, putting out theflames.
“Let’s get this shit cleaned up and get out of here. We need to meet with the Red Devils prez and get shit sorted,” GT orders, and that’s what wedo.
The ride to the Red Devils isn’t far from the Sinister Sons place. On the ride, I let it all go. The anger will not rule me, but I’ll never forget. Let this be a sign that no one will get away with fucking with my woman. If there is ever a next time, they will have it worse. Much worse. I guaren-damn-teeit.
We pull up to the Red Devils and have to stop at the gated entrance while a little pipsqueak of a man comes out and up to Cruz. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but my guess is ‘let me see your president,’ or however Cruz will put shit to get his way through things. He alwaysdoes.
The guy motions us through the gate. The clubhouse isn’t like ours. It’s more run down as in no green grass, picnic tables, or really anyone around. At Ravage, we always have something or someone present so fuckers know not to screw withus.
Cruz pulls off into a spot and we all follow him, parking side by side. An older man comes out of the small house, which I suspect is their clubhouse, and moves directly to us as we get off the bikes. Not going to lie, I don’t want to be here. I want to be on the road back to my girl, but if we don’t get to an understanding with the Red Devil’s, shit’s going to getbad.
Considering we thought we had an understanding and their prez had two rogues, that doesn’t fly withus.
The guy holds out his hand, and Cruz takes it. “Hello, you’re here to see our prez.” They give a shake and let go while the guy holds Cruz’sgaze.
“Yep. I’m Cruz, president of the Ravage MC, and these are my boys. Can you lead us toPiney?”
“Dogtag,” the guy says, instead of answering thequestion.
We all move up just a bit, waiting to see what this guy has up his sleeve. No more getting jumped with shit. Troy and Jonny pulled one over, notagain.
My gun rests against my left side in its harness, ready for whatever is about tohappen.
“Well, Dogtag, we need to see Piney. You gonna take us to him or are we gonna take ourselves?” Cruz asks as GT and Cooper step in line with him while the rest of us take theirbacks.
“Calm down. Just introducin’ myself.” He shakes his head like we’re funny or something. I’ll show him funny. We’re all amped up and more than ready to fight again if necessary. “Comeon.”
He turns his back to us, and Rhys pulls out a knife. Cooper looks over out of the corner of his eye and shakes his head. It’s a nice thought, that’s for sure. Rhys sheaves it back in his holder. A chuckle leaves me while he shrugs. This isRavage.
We enter the door. Smoke and darkness blanket the space. Men are all around the main area, all eyes coming our way. The air is a bit tight, but what does one expect when a room full of bikers come head to head. My blood is still rushing through my veins from the events earlier. While we’re all still amped up, we aren’t men to have full on problems with a club unless they want to fuck with what is ours; then yes, we have a problem. And it’s one we will deal with by whatever meansnecessary.
