Page 39 of Bound by Destiny
“Can we see him?” Austyn asks, and Princess shakes her head in response.
“Sorry, but no. They’re only letting Ma back right now. I haven’t even seen him.”
Emery’s arms wrap around me, and she buries her head in my chest. Kissing the top of her head, there isn’t anything I can do for her right now.
But there is something I can do to the assholes who shot him. Three assholes are in our ‘hole’, as we call it. It’s very recent. When the big shed out back started getting more business to handle, we needed a place just for situations like this.
We dug an entire area underneath the building. There’s one way in and one way out. And right now, at this minute, those assholes are tied up laying on the floor with Rhys on watch. This means pain. Good. Cruz told us all to not say a word and act like we didn’t have them until we found out what was happening with Pops.
I’m thinking it’s about time we get this show on the road and figure out who these assholes work for. Time to find out why they came after us. And find out if Nox’s situation has anything to do with it. By God, if he does, Hell will have no fury.
The hole isdamp and with the small room, cramped. We left GT and Buzz at the hospital with Princess, Angel, Austyn, and Emery. For no other reason would I leave Emery right now, but this is too important. We waited long enough and answers need to be found.
The musk of being underground is all around us. We stand in a circle around the three bloodied bodies on the ground. Taking them wasn’t gentle. We blew out their tires, and all three of them went down hard. There was a fight, but in the end, we had them.
Getting them here and unnoticed took finesse, but we did it. Now, we all have rage bursting through us. One thing no man want’s is the fury of the Ravage MC.
The thought that these men are responsible for Pops laying in a bed teetering between life and death is the fuel. It’s the spark that will bring me and everyone else in this room alive.
Anger in the room is tangible like a living thing reaching out and wrapping around all of us. Each feeding off one another until it’s the only emotion in the room bringing the entire focus to these men.
The three men have their hands behind their backs and zip ties holding them in place. Their feet are also tied and dirty cloths have been stuck in their mouths with duct tape to prevent them from screaming.
Cruz goes immediately to the brown haired man as he was the one in the lead when we nabbed them. These assholes always have a leader, however stupid they may be. Cruz tears the tape from the man’s mouth as the man narrows his eyes on Cruz, then stupidly spits at Cruz’s feet.
Cruz’s boot comes up and kicks the man hard in the stomach four times, before stopping. “Fucker, you just made this worse.”
Each one of us moves in circling one of the guys, and it begins. We take turns punching, kicking, and getting every bit of aggression out, momentarily. My knuckles burn from the blows to the guy’s cheekbone as blood oozes from the cuts. I dump dirt in them and grind them into his flesh.
It’s when the guy I’m on starts crying that I know we’ve found the weakest link. Nodding over to Rhys, he whistles getting everyone’s attention.
“Weak,” he calls out and the gleam of revenge simmers in each one of our eyes. We need to know who is behind this so we can destroy them.
Nox tears the tape away from the light blond’s mouth as he whimpers some more. Pussy. I feel nothing but hatred for him. I don’t give a fuck what he has going on at home. I don’t care if he was doing this to make a buck. I don’t care if he was forced to do it because of blackmail. None of that matters, because he hurt one of ours.
There is a statement here that needs to be made loud and clear that we will not let go undone. We protect our family at all costs and it is well known throughout this town, hell the state and country. Whoever comes after us had better get ready to meet their maker.
Rhys kneels down pulling off the guy’s boot and sock. He nods at me, and I know exactly what he wants. I move in holding the guy’s leg firmly down on the dirt as Rhys pulls out a hammer from the small toolbox we keep in here.
The sound of crushing bones and screams echo in the room. Watching in fascination, Rhys doesn’t stop. If anything, the man’s screams only urge him to keep going on his ankle. Blood splatters as the man tries to jerk out of my grasp, but I don’t let him move.
By the time Rhys gets done, the man’s leg is straight, but his foot is barely hanging on to his body. Only a few fibers of tissue keeping it on.
The man cries and screams in pain as I rise from my spot and kick him in the stomach.
“Now!” Cruz says, standing over the man, imposing. The other two have been kicked aside. “Who gave the order to come at us?”
The man, again, stupidly shakes his head. I get it. He doesn’t want the wrath of whoever put him up to this. Unfortunately, ours is far worse and he may need to learn that the hard way.
“Tell me!” Cruz roars, and I swear some of the dirt on the walls shook down with how powerful it came out.
“Can’t.” The man tries to move back, but Cooper is there blocking his path with his legs and giving him a solid kick to the spine. That one’s going to hurt.
Cruz nods to Rhys, who looks at me, but Cooper beats me to it. “Got this one, brother.” Pops is his grandfather, so I step back knowing he needs this. Cooper holds tight to the man’s leg as Rhys first, pounds each one of the man’s toes to rubbish, then goes to his ankle making the pain almost unbearable. I can tell this by the fact the guy wants to pass out, his body telling him it’s enough.
I kneel and smack him until he’s awake. “Now’s not the time for dreamland. Tell us who you work for.”
The man groans.
