Page 58 of Pedal to the Metal
Ratchet picks up the skinning knife. I’m starting to think that’s his favorite. He walks over to Zombie and stands in front of him. “Tells us where he has her.”
Zombie grins at him, not saying a word. Ratchet takes his knife and makes a cut across his right pec. He visibly clenches his teeth, trying to act like it doesn’t hurt. It’s deep enough for it to bleed but he won’t bleed out. For the next hour, Ratchet takes his time, making cuts all across Zombie’s chest, back and arms. Zombie is close to passing out. Spike brings Candy back into the room.
“Prez, she says she has some information you might want.”
“Start talking,” Prez growls out to Candy.
“He’s keeping her in some secluded cabin on some land near Daffan.”
“Do you know how to get there?” I ask her. She nods her head slowly.
“Thor, call Ranger and set up for a couple of brothers and a prospect to come get Zombie. Have them take him to the farm,” Prez orders. “We’ll need two people to stay here and make sure that gets handled.”
“Brass can stay,” Grim offers.
Prez nods. “Saint can stay with him. Raze, go get them and bring them up.”
“You got it.” I head out of the room and go down the stairs to where Saint is.
“Brother, everything okay up there?” Saint asks.
“Yeah, Prez wants you and Brass up there. Y’all have been tasked with babysitting Zombie until someone from the clubhouse gets here for him. Everyone else is going to get that son of a bitch Ghost.”
We get Saint and Brass set up. Kicks and Rascal are coming with Mouse to pick them up. Now we’re on our way to get my girl. The house they’re at is another hour away. The closer we get, the more amped up I get. I want this fucker to suffer. I pray to the gods that Minx is okay.
After what feels like forever, we finally pull up to the house. There are two motorcycles and a cage. These assholes must be fucking stupid not having any kind of security around the house. They must really think they’re invincible.
We pile out of our cars, check our guns, and make a perimeter around the house. Prez, Ratchet, Buster, Spike, and I are at the front of the house while the others are at the back. Ratchet is standing at the front door, waiting on Prez’s go ahead. As soon as Prez gives it, Ratchet kicks the door down.
“Knock, knock, mother fuckers!” he shouts. This guy is crazy.
I shake my head, moving into the house. Gunshots ring out and I feel a bullet zip by my head. I shoot back and take cover in a room to my right. Ratchet and Prez fall back and are still outside.
“Come any closer and the girl—” The sound of a gunshot rings out, cutting off the guy’s words.
“Clear!” Ratchet lets me know I’m good to keep moving. I go down a hallway that looks like it leads to bedrooms. As soon as I turn the corner, I see someone coming towards me. We shoot at the same time. He goes down. I feel a sting on my arm but I keep moving. I see a chair sitting by one of the doors. I get closer and the door is ajar. I kick it open and move out of the way. Three shots ring out.
“The next one will go into her head!” Ghost, that piece of shit.
I look behind me and see Ratchet close by. I try to signal to him to go outside so he’s right outside this room’s window. He must understand because he’s moving back the way we came and fast. I wait a minute then put my hands up in a surrendering move, gun hanging off my finger so he knows I’m not trying to shoot him. I’m standing in the doorway, his gun is on me.
“Don’t fucking move,” he grinds out. He’s holding Minx in front of him like a shield. She’s naked and has cuts on her thighs. Her head is hanging to the side and she looks out of it like she may be drugged. I grit my teeth. “Drop your gun on the floor!”
I’m about to drop my gun when a shot rings out. Ghost lets out a wail, dropping his gun and Minx. I rush into the room and grab Minx. Buster shows up behind me and gets a hold of Ghost.
“Kitty, I’m here now. I’m here.” I take my shirt off and put it on her, covering her up.
“Raze?” she whispers hoarsely. “Am I dreaming again?”
“No, Kitty, you’re not dreaming.” I kiss her forehead. “Everything is going to be okay. You’re safe now.”
