Page 21 of Deviant Bastards

“We have Aiden in your office, Boss,” Jordan says as he also watches Gadge with our girl. “Eyes over here dickhead!” I bark at him. None of these fuckers better even think about our girl, or I’ll slit their fucking throats. “Sorry, Boss,” he mumbles.

“Does he suspect anything?” Ric asks him. Jordan shakes his head in response.

“Nah, we told him that you wanted a word about the new security measures.”

“Thanks, Jordan. Have the rest of the guys stay away, but meet us in my office in ten minutes. We’re gonna get our girl settled and then join you,” Ric says as he strolls towards the house. He looks back at me and gestures for me to follow.

“Once this shit is dealt with, you and I need to talk,” he says as he stops just ahead of me. I gulp, my Adam’s apple bobbing.Shit!He must sense my unease because he turns, approaching me slowly. I can’t help but track his movements. “What? You think I didn’t notice your reaction a few weeks ago when I had my hands around your throat? Come on, Gryffin, you know me better than that,” he teases, his voice laced with something I can’t quite place.Fuck, I’m so screwed.He’s gonna kill me. His chuckle reaches my ears as he walks away from me.

I slowly walk into the house and head for the door straight in front of me, the one that leads to the basement. This basement is Barker’s wet dream. It has a metal table in the middle of the room with straps attached to the corners. There’s also a wooden work table on the other side of the room that houses all of Barker’s toys. There’s even a shower in the corner ‘cause... well, you know, torture gets messy.

“Where’s Ric?” Barker asks as he spots me. I point above us because Ric’s office is right above our heads on the main floor.

“You really think that Aiden fucked us over?” he asks me. I’m sure he’s silently hoping that it’s not true, but something tells me that yes, that fucker sold us down the fucking river.

“He better hope not because if he did, then there’s no fucking way that Ric is going to let him walk away from this.” I turn and start for the stairs, determined to find out the truth, one way or another. If Aiden sold us out, then he’s dead, and if he didn’t, then he knows who did.

ChapterFifteen

KENDRIC

Istride into the house, Jordan hot on my heels as Gadge carries a still sleeping Harley in his arms. “Last room on the left, Gadge,” I tell him as he hangs a right towards the stairs that leads to our rooms. I want her near us, but far enough away that no one can get to her without alerting one of us first.

I stride into my office, and Aiden sits in a high-backed chair with one leg propped up on my desk. As I pass him, I see him drop the leg. He better hope that he hasn’t scratched the fucking wood. This desk was my grandfather’s; my dad couldn’t bear to part with it after he died, so it remained in here. I sit in the plush leather seat opposite Aiden.

“Everything okay, Boss?” he asks, his tone void of emotion. I take a minute to assess him. He sits with his legs spread slightly, leaning back at a slouch in the chair. Totally relaxed. I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face.

“You tell me,” I say, and he looks at me, confused. “I’m taking confession, got anything you wanna tell us?” I ask him as Gadge and Jordan both enter the room. Gadge takes up stance at the door. His arms folded over his chest, legs wide, ready for a fight if needed. Jordan, on the other hand, crosses behind Aiden and sits casually in the chair next to him.

“Confession?” Aiden asks,

“Yeah, dipshit,” Jordan claps him on the shoulder, but the big fucker doesn’t even flinch.

“You wanna tell me how Cassandra and Carson managed to get past you? Shit, Carson got past you twice,” I snap at him. Even though I technically didn’t throw Cass out until after Harley had seen her. After my scheduled meeting with her, I went to shower because dealing with her always leaves me feeling dirty. I had just walked into my office to grab my shirt when I spotted the crazy bitch sitting on my fucking desk.I’m actually glad that we burned the house down ‘cause I’d have to torch that fucking desk anyway.

Aiden glares at Jordan while saying, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Oh, we are playing stupid today, then.Awesome.I nod my head at Jordan, who plunges the syringe into Aiden’s arm.

“We will see if you’re feeling a little chattier when you wake up, fuckface,” I say as he slumps forward in the chair. Jordan grabs hold of him before he face-plants on the floor. “Get him downstairs.”

Jordan starts to drag a limp Aiden out of my office but stops when he almost collides with Gryffin. “He tell you anything?”

Shaking my head, I say no and repeat the short conversation that I had with Aiden. “I’m hoping Barker can pull something from him for us.” We have to find out who the hell is trying to take us out. I’m assuming it’s Harley’s bastard father, but it could also be Lee.

Jordan drags Aiden down into the basement as Gryffin, and I follow closely behind. He lifts him up and unceremoniously drops him down onto the table. He begins tying down the straps on Aiden’s arms before moving onto his ankles. Just as Jordan locks the final strap into place, Aiden begins to stir.Perfect timing.

“You can go now, Jordan,” Barker says dismissively,

“Yes, Sir. Let me know of my next steps, Boss.”

Once the basement door is closed, Barker approaches the table. Aiden begins to struggle against the restraints, but he’s locked down tight. Barker’s dark chuckle fills the room, and the smell of piss permeates the air. Aiden has been down here plenty of times before, so he knows what Barker is capable of.

“Ah, nice of you to join us fucker,” Barker says as he approaches the table. A set of bolt cutters in his hands as he hums,‘this little piggy went to market’. He grabs hold of Aiden’s hand and puts his pinky in between the blades of the cutters. “Now, I have some questions for you, and if you answer correctly, then you can keep your limbs. Well, most of them anyway,” he says as he cuts Aiden’s finger off. Aiden roars in pain as blood begins spurting from the wound. Barker palms the blow torch and fires it up. Once it’s good and hot, he passes the flame over the wound.

“Can’t have you bleeding out before we get our answers, now, can we?” Barker says as the smell of burnt flesh assaults my nose. “First, how the fuck did those two bitches manage to get past you not once, but fucking twice?” Barker asks him. Aiden glares at him.

“I let them walk in the front fucking door!” he shouts. Barker punches him in the stomach before he lifts a scalpel from his pouch of tools.

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