Page 57 of Pedal to the Metal
Chapter Thirty-Six
Raze
It’s beena week since Prez and Grim had their meeting. With our clubs working together, we finally found a lead. We’re about to head out to pick up the two traitors and interrogate them.
There are about twelve of us riding out together— five Savage Menaces, five Iron Lords, and Buster and Shade. We know where Zombie and Candy are. What we don’t know is if it’s just them or if they have others with them.
Our clubhouse is still on lockdown and will be until we bring Minx home. We’re loading up and headed to a motel about an hour and a half away. As much as we all hate it, we’re taking cages instead of the bikes. We don’t want Zombie to know we’re coming for him.
We’re taking three cages with four of us riding in each. I’m driving one with Grim and two of his goons riding. While Buster has Prez, Saint and Thor, and Shade has Ratchet and Grim’s other two guys.
We make it to the motel in just over an hour with how fast we were all going. We pull around to the back of the motel, already knowing he’s in room 253. There are four cars and one shitty looking Harley in the whole parking lot, not including our three cars.
The Harley belongs to Zombie and is the only vehicle on this side of the building. Which means everyone else that’s staying here is in the front of the building. I park on one end of the parking lot while Shade parks on the opposite end, and Buster in the middle— putting them the closest to Zombie’s room.
Grim and I get out and head toward Prez. Grim’s two guys that rode with us move to the front of the building to keep an eye on things there. Shade, Ratchet, and Grim’s guys, Brass and Spike, all meet us at Buster’s car.
“What’s the game plan?” Shade asks, looking to Prez.
“Their room is right at the top of the stairs. Saint and Brass, y’all stay at the bottom of the stairs in case anyone happens to sneak by us. The rest of us will go knock on his door.”
And by knocking on his door, he means kicking it the fuck in. Everyone nods in agreement. Saint and Brass take their positions at the bottom of the stairs. There’s a set for the front of the building and a set for the back. One of them each claims one. The rest of us head up to the room.
Prez motions for me to listen at the door. I step up to it, put my ear about a half an inch away and listen. I instantly hear moaning from a woman, more than likely Candy. After a beat, I hear some grunting, and then hear Zombie’s voice say, “Oh yeah, baby. You like that?” I stifle a laugh as I step away from the door.
“They’re definitely in there,” I whisper to Prez. “They’re going at it.”
Prez nods to Ratchet. Ratchet moves in front of the door, positions himself, then pulls his leg up and slams his foot right next to the handle. The door crashes open and Candy screams. Zombie stumbles off of her.
“What the fuck is going on?” Zombie shouts. He looks at the group of us and his face pales. “Prez . . . it’s not what you think!”
“Shut the fuck up!” Ratchet yells. He walks closer to Zombie, his gun pointed in his face.
“Put some fucking pants on, Zombie. We have a lot to discuss,” Prez says to him, taking a seat at the table right by the door. Candy is dressed by now and moving quietly along the wall, trying to get towards the door.
“Nuh uh, sweetheart. You ain’t leavin’.” Spike wraps his arms around her, so her back is to his front.
“Please don’t kill me! It wasn’t my idea! They made me do it!” Candy screams.
Prez stands right in front of Candy. “What did they make you do?”
“I’m the reason Jager was in the hospital. I’ve been poisoning him slowly. Ghost threatened my family if I didn’t!”
The look on Prez’s face is deadly. I’ve never seen him so pissed off before.
“Spike, get this trash out of my fucking face,” Prez orders. Candy starts pleading and screaming.
“You either keep quiet, or I’ll find a way to make you,” Spike says right into her ear.
I can only imagine what the crazy fuck would do to make her stay quiet. She shuts up real quick. Spike carries her out of the room. Zombie’s dressed and sitting in a chair. Prez moves to stand in front of him. Thor walks up to him with a bunch of rope and ties his hands behind his back. Then ties each foot to a leg on the chair.
This mother fucker is gonna talk or he’ll be begging us to kill him. He’s going to make his way to Hades and the boatman soon enough, but first, we’ll have our fun with him. Ratchet lays out some of his knives on the table and proceeds to lay out a tarp. Easy cleanup. Thor and I grab either side of Zombie’s chair and move him onto the tarp.
“Now’s where you tell us what we want to know, and maybe we’ll have some mercy on you,” Prez tells him.
Zombie spits at him. “Fuck you and your little whore of a daughter. She’s getting what she fucking deserves.”
I walk up to him and punch him square in the jaw. Buster is right there, pulling me back. Zombie lets out a full belly laugh. He looks me right in the eye and says, “You won’t find her. And if you do, it’ll be too late.”
