Page 1 of Property of Mercy
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MERCY
Watching the man twist and turn on the meat hook in front of me, I take a long drag of the cigarette hanging from my lips.I close my eyes as the nicotine burns its way down my throat and into my lungs.I hold the toxin in until my lungs are screaming for anything else, letting the nicotine calm the buzzing in my head.When the sound of thunder rolls through, shaking the building, I finally let it free.The sound of boots on concrete break through the haze.I turn my head, looking over at Blender as he makes his way to me.
“I thought you quit?”he sneers, wrinkling his nose.
“I did.”I shrug, tossing the barely smoked cigarette to the floor.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” he throws over his shoulder as he walks to the man.
“We good?”I ask standing to my full height following him.
“Pres said that he was ours.”The hint of excitement and glee in my brother's eyes causes a shiver to claw up my back.“It was our blood he snuffed out for fun, so it’s our right to snuff him out for our entertainment.”
I smirk, shaking out my arms, getting loose and ready.Lightning flashes outside, lighting up the patch that both Blender and I wear with pride.We’re both members of the Kings of Anarchy Georgia chapter.With the club, we found the family that we fought many days for.Growing up, it was me, Blender, and our baby sister against the world.Our mom was worthless and who the fuck knew who our father was.The Kings took us in and gave us what we never even knew to want.
Our sister became the princess of the club and Pres made sure we wanted for nothing.Blender and I busted our asses to become prospects, brothers, and then Enforcers for the club.Sister left the club to go to school, and that’s where it all went to hell.Now she’s been gone four years and the man that took her is about to pay his toll to hell.
As thunder rolls again throughout the building, the man hanging on the hook whimpers and fights the chains holding him in place.Another bolt of lightning, and that’s when he finally sees us standing in the shadows.He kicks out, picking up his efforts to get loose from the restraints.
“Who are you?”the man hollers, fears causing him to be high pitched.
“Oh, now let's not play stupid.You know who we are and why we’re all here in this fine establishment.”Blender theatrically walks around the man.
“All I know is that I’m looking at two deranged men,” he screams.
I step so that I’m nose-to-nose with the pieces of shit.“You haven’t seen deranged yet.Now we’re going to give you one chance to tell us what happened to our sister, and this’ll end quickly.”
The man's eyes widen to the point I think his eyeballs are going to fall out of his head.“Your sister?I don’t even know who you are.How would I know what happened to your sister?”
Tsking in disappointment, I step back just as Blender makes contact with the man's kidney.He screams in pain as Blender counters the blows to his back.After about five minutes, the man coughs and blood trickles down his chin.A smile stretches my lips just as lightning flashes in the sky again.That’s when I smell the unmistakable scent of piss.
“Here is the thing, Stevie boy.Jenny was last seen with you.You took her from the bar.Put her in your car and then the next thing anyone knows, she's being pulled out of the marsh.”I lose my cool as I speak and punch the man in the face.Blood sprays everywhere from his broken nose.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.I swear.I just take the girls to them.”As soon as the words leave his lips, he realizes he’s fucked up.
Blender grabs a handful of his hair, snatching his head back.Reaching into my cut, I pull out the switchblade that is always there and flip it open.In a blink of an eye, I have the blade buried to the hilt in his thigh.
“What the fuck did you just say?”I hiss, rage taking the place of rational thought.
“I-I-I just get the girls and hand them over.I don’t know what happens after I drop them off, I swear,” he cries, begging for his life.
“Where do you take them?”Blender growls, slowly sliding his hand around his neck, cutting off the blood flow to his brain.
The man just shakes his head as much as he can with Blender not only fisting his hair but also having a hand around his throat, fear clawing at him like an angry lover.
“I don’t give a fuck who you’re afraid of at this motherfucking point because you are not making it out of this building still breathing.”I sigh.“It’s your fault Jenny is dead, so for that you will pay with your life.Save yourself some pain and just fucking tell us what we want to fucking know.”I snatch my blade from his leg and slowly slide it into his abdomen, knowing that as long as it rests there, he’ll bleed out slowly.
His eyes go wide, not only from pain but from the lack of blood flow.We stand there watching him as he loses his hold on life.Blender lets the hold he has on his throat slack and the man gulps in large breaths, trying to clear the haze that the lack of oxygen and blood has provided.He looks into my eyes, and he finally realizes that this is it and his only hope is that I’ll provide him a touch of mercy.
“I’ve always taken them to a bar on the outskirts of town.The building is a shack.It conceals a very large basement where all the business is done.They use the docks to move them in and out.I didn’t know she was one of yours—I swear it—please, I didn't know,” the shit-stain begs.
“Ours or not.You don’t sell women into that life no matter who they belong to,” I snap, pulling my blade from his abdomen.
I turn my back, heading for the table with tools laid out, looking over them.The sound of an airway being closed off settles the rumbling under my skin.When the chains stop moving and the sounds stop, I turn and watch as Blender uses the body as a punching bag.I let him get out the pent-up rage as I pull my phone from my pocket.I unlock the screen and tap Pres’s number.
“Is it done?”he barks without a hello.
