Page 105 of New Beginnings
Weasel looked at me then Grimm. I gripped him by his jaw, digging my fingers into his skin and forcing him to look back at me causing him to grimace.
“Don’t look at Grimm. Look at me. Where is Fergus?”
He looked at me like I wasn’t fit to lick the bottom of his boot. And I wondered what exactly Fergus had told him about me.
“I don’t know.”
After releasing his jaw, I unsheathed my knife from the waistband of my blue jeans. I held up the blade, rotating it in front of his face, watching the way the light danced off the intricately crafted steel. Then, I ran the tip of the blade down his face, only scratching the surface of his skin causing him to hiss.
“Did Fergus tell you who I am?”
Weasel glared at me. “I know who you are.”
As I ran the tip of the knife down the other cheek, a sharp hiss escaped his lips at the sensation of the blade scratching his skin.
“And you know exactly what you did. He didn’t force you to do anything,” I said.
I could tell by the look of pure hatred on his face that he couldn’t care less. He only cared about what Fergus told him even if it was a lie.
“Where’s Fergus?” Grimm asked.
“I can’t tell you what I don’t know, Prez,” he said.
I took the blade and dragged it along his exposed chest, ensuring that it penetrated deeper than what the cuts had on his face. I couldn’t help but smile as his scream echoed through the room. I thought about the terror Dani must have been in when all this shit went down and this motherfucker in front of me was a part of all of it.
“You’re lying, Weasel,” Grimm said. “And it won’t save you. Your fate is sealed. It’s up to you how long you want this to last.”
“And one thing I can’t stand is a fucking liar,” I said.
I laid the knife flat against his chest, right above a tattoo. An intricately crafted black and white motorcycle with roses and thorns. A stunning piece of artwork. I hated to destroy it.
As I removed the tattoo from his chest, his screams, and pleas filled the room. As I concentrated on cutting the tattoo from his chest, I failed to realize that he had stopped screaming until I had removed the inked skin.
“Sorry bastard passed out,” Hannibal said before he stuck some smelling salts under his nose which forced Weasel to wake up.
“Weasel. Weasel. Weasel,” I said swinging the flap of skin I’d just removed from his chest in front of his face where he could see it.
“That was one of Amelia’s best pieces,” Grimm said, shaking his head as he watched me drop it to the floor.
Weasel puked, and we both stepped back so it wouldn’t hit us.
As I looked at my cousin, a smile spread across my face. “Damn she does good work.”
“She does. You need to make sure you drop by and see her. She’d love to see you.”
“I just might do that.”
My attention shifted back to Weasel, whose tears were now streaming down his face. I walked back to him, carefully sidestepping the vomit on the floor.
“You got anymore tattoos?” I asked as I walked around him. “Oh look, Grimm. Did you know he had a Sinners patch tattooed on his back?”
Grimm let out a low, menacing growl as he slowly circled around to where I stood. I knew that would piss off my cousin. If you weren’t a patched brother, you were forbidden from displaying any patch, even if it was permanently tattooed on your skin. Weasel was a prospect, and one thing in the mc world that you did not do was try to pass yourself off as a brother. That was a death sentence. Seemed like Weasel believed he was going to be patched in.
Grimm snatched my knife from my hand. “You’re no Sinner.”
He placed the knife against his back and cut the Sinners patch from Weasel’s back. More piss, blood, and vomit landed on the floor. Weasel definitely had to be a dumb motherfucker if he did all this without the blessing of his Prez.
“I’ll tell you where he’s at. Just don’t kill me, please.”
