Page 40 of Bound by Destiny
“Guess we move to the thighs,” Rhys says wickedly, holding his bloodied hammer.
“Come on. Give us some fun!” Dagger bellows from the side. “I want my piece of him.”
Rhys’ eyes narrow briefly like he’s in some sort of trance, then he comes out smiling and handing the hammer to Dagger. “By all means.”
Dagger doesn’t take it. “Nah, I’ve got somethin’ better in mind.” Dagger moves to the toolbox, and the sound of a screw gun comes through the room. A sadistic smile spreads across his face. “He doesn’t need eyes to talk.”
Green comes over and kicks the guy until he’s laying down on his back. With his hands tied behind his back, no doubt it’s painful. Cooper kneels hard on the man’s chest as he starts babbling. “No, what are you doing?” Some other incoherent words come out, but it’s far too late for it to stop. Even if he did give the name, this would still be carried out.
Dagger kneels, running the drill for effect and moving it ever so slowly toward the asshole’s face. The guy screams as the drill bit goes into his eyeball grinding a hole into it. His screams turn silent as he passes out from the pain. Dagger casually turns the drill to reverse and pulls it out of his eyeball.
Looking down, there is a very large perfect circle inside the man’s eye that is now bleeding profusely.
“Wake him up!” Cruz orders as Dagger hits the guy in the face, bringing him back even if it’s groggily. “You don’t talk, I’m doin’ the other one and then goin’ for your fuckin’ teeth.”
The man does some babbling shit that isn’t quite understandable, but then I hear it. A name that hasn’t been spoken of in a long fucking time. One that I’ve only heard stories about because he was taken care of a long time ago.
Ransom.
Ransom played with the Ravage MC years ago. Apparently, Ma left Ransom for Pops back in the day and Ransom took out his revenge many years later, plotting and calculating. He was taken care of and we thought that part of the Ravage history was closed. It appears not to be.
But it’s not Ransom the man is babbling about… it’s his kid. The room falls silent. So much so you can hear a pin drop. Cruz looks to Breaker. “He have a kid?”
Breaker shakes his head. “Not that I could find then or now.”
“Check a-fucking-gain!” Cruz once again roars. “He has a kid—I want him, yesterday! Do I make myself clear!” Cruz is in utter control when it comes to the club. This though, this is unraveling him and even he can see it as he closes his eyes and breathes in and out to regain his composure.
“You get a laptop to the hospital for Austyn to work on. Buzz gets back here and gets to work. I want him found. I want a name, address, social fucking security number; every fucking thing on him down to when he shits and eats. If this is all true, then he wanted to hit Pops and that was the main target. We end this. His entire bloodline. I don’t give a fuck if there are women and children involved—they are gone.”
The words have to settle in my gut for a moment. We’ve never been the type to clear out an entire bloodline. We’ve tried to stay away from women and especially children. While I know this must be done to get rid of any future threats, it rolls around in my head. Could I look at a child and kill them point blank?
I’m not sure.
But I guess we’re going to find out.
17
Emery
Austynand I sit next to each other our fingers intertwined, giving each of us the support that we need. Fear wraps around both of us. We’ve been damn lucky not to have lost anyone close to us, and the thought of never seeing Pops again is eating away deep inside me.
Princess was able to go in and see her dad briefly, and she took off to the bathroom immediately after. Austyn made a move to get up, but I gripped her hand and shook my head.
Princess is a different breed of woman. Tough as nails and will fight for what she believes in. She’s a fixer, a doer. If something within her power can be done to help someone in this club, she’ll do it no hesitation. This situation though, she has no control. Zero. Nothing she can do will help what Pops is going through.
She even tried to donate blood but wasn’t a match. That pissed her off. She kept pacing the place, no doubt trying to come up with a way to get this under control. Yet, there are no ways.
All we can do was wait.
Wait for him to live, or wait for him to die.
As each second ticks away at the clock, I feel further away from Pops like strings are trying to pull him to the other side.
When my mother was sick with cancer, I felt the same way. Unable to help. Unable to soothe. Unable to take her pain away. Unable to help her hair stay in her head. Unable to do anything but wait. Wait to see if the chemo was working. Wait for test results. Wait for her to wake up when she was feeling horrible.
Yes, I was there to get her whatever she needed, when she needed it—but I couldn’t make the cancer disappear from her body. I was helpless. Just like right now, I’m helpless. It’s why I haven’t let go of Austyn’s hand because she’s the one grounding me right now. Her hand in mine is the only thing that is keeping me from bursting into tears once again.
You’re never ready for death. You’re especially never ready for it to happen to someone you love with all your heart. A man who’s been there for everything in your life, giving you advice that now I can only hope that I remember each word that he said.
