Page 70 of Killian
Diesel looked up to the ceiling. “Why?” he muttered as he moved to the woman and put his hand over her mouth. “You either shut up, or I put a bullet in your head.”
The woman shut up, nodding profusely as tears ran down her face.
“You sonuvabitch!” Viktor growled at me, pulling at his arm with the cuff but not getting far. While I wanted to laugh at him, anger raged inside me for what this man had put my woman through.
Diesel pulled out a zip tie and hogtied the woman, stuffing a sock in her mouth. He had little patience for stupidity. Hell, he had little patience for people in general.
“Kill, you good?” Vane asked as my shirt was coated in blood, but I was fine and lifted my chin in response.
“Did you get shot? Too bad it wasn’t in the head,” Viktor barked out.
“Pretty tough words from a man cuffed to a bed,” I challenged, putting my gun in my holster. My arm burned like a motherfucker, but I put it all to the back of my head, compartmentalizing it and turning the pain off.
Viktor gave an evil smirk. “You think those were my only men?”
Moving to the side of the bed, I brought the gun down on Viktor’s nose, blood spurting everywhere. Viktor’s hand went to his nose as he squalled in pain. “Bring him,” I barked out as Van grabbed Viktor.
Gunshots were heard outside, and Viktor’s bloody grin was wide.
“Go check it out,” I told Vane as he left the room quickly.
“Let me out of these things.” Viktor pulled on the cuffs again, still not getting loose.
“Your time is fuckin’ up. The next time I see you will be in the afterlife.”
To this Viktor full-out laughed. “You have no idea who you’re messing with.”
More like he didn’t know who he was messing with. Underestimating people was not the way to stay alive.
I could hear Vane chuckling, and I knew everything was good.
A huge man with dark hair, blue jeans, and a Ravage MC cut with the president patch on it strolled into the room.
Putting my gun in my holster, I held out my hand to him, and we shook.
“My man. How the fuck are ya?”
Cruz, the president of the Ravage Motorcycle Club in Sumner Georgia, grinned. “Damn good now. You at least wanna put some clothes on him?”
Viktor laid there unmoving, eyes as wide as saucers, face pale as a vampire.
“What? You didn’t think you were walking out of here. Did you?”
“Fuck no, he ain’t.” Cooper, Cruz’s son and club brother, came into the room. “Fuck, we havin’ a party in here or what?”
I shook hands with Cooper who was a spitting image of his dad. Not that I’d tell him that shit.
“He’s all fuckin’ yours; just make sure he doesn’t step foot in my town.”
Cruz and I passed a look. He knew I wanted him dead, and I had no doubt Cruz would take care of the problem.
“You know this fucker owes us a quarter million.” GT, another brother and the club’s VP, came in. Cooper was right—we were having a damn party in here. A woman tied up and a naked man. Not my kind of party.
“He’s yours.”
Cruz and I came to a deal. Word was out that the Ravage MC were after Viktor. The dumbass stole money, or so they had said. Not my issue, not my problem. Bottom line was, they wanted him. Badly.
The deal was, the Ravage MC would clean up the mess and take Viktor with them, never to hear from him again.
