Page 43 of Riggs
"She can't even do that right," the biker mumbles under his breath and Fender clocks him upside his head.
"Shut up, Phil," Lexi screams, giving up his name.
"Keep your mouth shut if you know what's good for you whore," Phil growls a warning in Lexi's direction. She rolls her eyes.
"Or what?" she shifts in her seat.
"Enough!" I bellow, tired of listening to their bullshit. Grabbing Lexi by the chin, I bring her attention to me. "Talk," I growl growing inpatient. She smirks, and my hands clench at my sides. I won't give a second thought to torturing or taking the life of another man if necessary, but beating, or taking the life of a woman is something I won't do.
"I know you, Riggs. You won't hit me." Lexi's eyes drop, eyeballing my crotch. She raises a brow, then licks her smudged red lips. "I'd be willing to give up some information in exchange for —."
"I'll beat the nasty bitch," Tequila saunters into the building, wearing a pair of army green shorts, combat boots, and a white tank. "Tequila, this is club business. Get your ass back to the main building and stay there." Wick steps in front of her, his eyes rake over her body before settling on her face. Tequila stands glaring at him for a beat.
"Nice to see you too, Dawson." Tequila steps around Wick's large frame. "Come on, LeBlanc. Let me have a little fun." Tequila offers a solution to our current situation. I look around the room at my men — Kiwi, Nova, and Fender nod, all three grinning from ear to ear. Wick however, it takes him a second longer to give me a firm nod. Tequila's eyes light up once she's given the green light.
Reaching down to her right, Tequila pulls a blade from the sheath strapped to her boot, and approaches Lexi, twirling the weapon in her hand a few times.
"In a fair fight, you wouldn't stand a chance," Lexi smirks, thinking highly of herself. I watch the switch flip in Tequila's eyes. Lexi just fucked up. Tequila looks around the room, and with the tip of her blade points to herself.
"Is this bitch talking to me? I know she didn't just say she could beat my ass." Lexi just fucked with the wrong woman. Tequila bends, getting into Lexi's personal space and stares her down. With a flick of her wrist, she cuts loose the tape binding Lexi's wrists. "You want a fair fight?" Tequila stays in her face.
"Fuck you," Lexi spits. Tequila rises above her, backhanding Lexi, the force of the blow sending her and the seat crashing to the concrete floor.
Tequila slices the rope binding Lexi to the chair. "Get your ass up. You wanted a shot at me, now you got one." Tequila hands her knife to Wick, who is standing closest to her.
"Lexi, give us the information we want and this doesn't have to go any further." I give her an out before Tequila begins. Instead, she charges forward trying to get her hands on Tequila first. Instead receives a blow to the face, causing her to stumble backward a few feet. Tequila is trained in hand to hand combat. Lexi won't walk away without some serious injuries if she doesn't stop now. Obviously, she doesn't know what's best for her because Lexi steps forward and readies herself. Tequila steps into her space again. Lexi brings her right fist up and swings. Blocking the blow, Tequila's knuckles crack Lexi square in the jaw. She falls to her knees, where Tequila's booted foot makes contact with her ribcage not once but twice. Tequila bounces on the balls of her feet eager for more fight. Lexi coughs and spits blood. This time she stays down.
"None of this would have happened if that deaf bitch would have never been brought into this clubhouse. She ruined everything!" Lexi screams in anger and pain. "You were mine," She glares at me. "And that dumb ass bitch went and fucked it all up." Holding her middle, Lexi sits back on her ass and leans against the concrete wall behind her. Blood drips from her busted and swelling lip. "She fucked with the wrong woman," Lexi sneers, and through her pain, she smirks. "I overheard who was after her. What better way to get her out of my way than to give her up to the man looking for her."
Rage builds with her confession. She's the one who gave up Luna's location. She's the reason my woman was put in danger and the reason one of my men is dead. "Track's death is on your hands," I growl.
Lexi's face falls for a moment. "That's not on me. I didn't know they would kill Track." Her words fall flat because they mean nothing.
"It's on you. You're as much to blame as the man who put that knife in his chest," I tell her.
"So, what are you going to do to me now? Kill me?" Lexi shows no emotion or regret for the turmoil she has caused.
"Tell me where the Savage Outlaw are," I demand.
Lexi shakes her head. "I don't know."
I cock my head. "I won't be the one to kill you. You want to lay in bed with the snake, then that's right where I'm sending you. Kiwi, Fender, Nova; I want the three of you to take her back across the bridge. Drop her off where you found her. Start calling everyone you know. Make sure word gets around that Lexi here has been talkin' and can't be trusted.
"They'll kill me!" Lexi shouts.
"That's not my problem anymore." Nodding, Fender, and Kiwi pull her off the floor, taking her out of the building, with my brother leading the way.
"Damn, that's one cold ass bitch," Tequila quips, and I turn to her.
"I appreciate your skills, but we have business to finish here, so I need you to step out," I tell her, and look at the Savage Outlaw who's been sitting in his chair quietly observing.
Wick cuts in. "Try to listen this time and stay your ass in the clubhouse."
Tequila saunters across the room, her dark skin glistening from the heat and humidity in the room, then stops by the door Wick's holding open. I watch as her eyes roam over his body. His eyes dip to her breasts before settling on her face. "Since when do I follow the rules?" Tequila quips as she exits.
Turning our attention to the man of the hour, I motion for Wick to take a position on one side of him as I take my place on the other. "You going to tell us where Rex and the rest of his men are?" I ask, even though my gut is telling me this man won't break easily, if at all.
"It's a shame I won't live long enough to watch each one of you die," Phil smirks again, and Wick hits him with an uppercut, sending him and the chair flying backward. Blood spews from his broken nose, and the fucker starts laughing. Picking him and the chair off the floor, we sit him back up. "I know I'm not leaving this room alive, so I'm not tellin' you shit," he admits accepting his fate. Doesn't mean he won't suffer a bit more before the fact. I bury my fist in his bloodied face, and blood coats my knuckles. Blow after satisfying blow, Wick and I beat the man until his face is unrecognizable and his breaths are shallow. The pain inflicted on his body does nothing to feed the rage inside me. There's only one thing that will quench the thirst I have, and that's killing the one man responsible. Rex. For now, I'll take what I can get. Drawing my gun from the holster, I aim the barrel right between the fucker's eyes and pull the trigger.
