Page 29 of Walker

“Fuck yeah, let’s get out of this place,” dumber and dumber one says walking straight for the fucking van climbing inside, the others follow suit.

The leader gets in the back seat with me and Smiley, he is the one I’m more interested with.

“Got put away because of a bitch, huh?” I ask.

He nods his head. “Stupid bitch ratted us out for having fun; weak bitches around here man, all they do is fucking cry and whine.”

It's silent in the SUV, all his words are doing is fueling our anger. “Bitches, huh,” I repeat his words back to him.

My eyes going to all the parts of him I want to fucking burn off him, to cut. No, his death won’t be fucking easy, it won’t be soon either.

We pull up outside of the plane. “Fuck, we’re in the big dogs now, huh?” He sighs like this is a dream come true.

“Dreams do come true, don’t they?” I pat his shoulder a little too hard.

He jerks his shoulder out of the way, giving me a little laugh. “I hope you’re not smacking your bitch with those hands; you will kill her.”

“Don’t worry. I only smack the ones who deserve it.” I pat his shoulder once more as he walks up the steps to the plane.

“Fucking right,” he agrees.

Fucking right, I repeat in my head.

The second the doors are sealed, I smile.

The flight back to Texas was fucking long, it was torture listening to these fuckers talk on and on about their accomplishments. All I wanted to do was rip them all to pieces but I had to fucking smile and act like their friend. I took in great enjoyment that they soon will meet the fucking reaper.

“I need some fucking clothes; it’s been almost twenty years. This is not the style anymore.”

The clubhouse is empty of all the women and children, just my brothers are here. “I’ll show you guys where your room is, you’ll have everything you need.” They give each other a secret fucking grin like they are getting the advantage over us.

I push open the door and all our members are standing around the room waiting for us.

Maverick hands me my cut. I slip it over my shoulders and feel like fucking shit up the second my patch is pressed against my back.

“I didn’t know you guys were bikers.”

“Follow me.” I wave at them over my shoulder, down to the basement.

I push open the door for them letting them enter first, they walk to the center of the room confused.

“I thought you were showing us our room?” the one I know as Dante tells me, looking at all the torture toys on the wall that is completely locked up until we are ready for them.

I lean back against the wall, my arms crossed as I take in every single emotion they are feeling right now.

I can see the fear starting to slide up their spine.

“This is your room,” I tell them.

Dante stops walking and looks at me. “What the fuck is going on?” he asks.

I laugh at them. “You are stupid motherfuckers. You just hopped on a plane without a second thought, thinking that shit is all lined up for you. You are not here to work for us, you stupid bitches. You are here to pay for your sins from almost twenty years ago.”

It slowly sinks in what this is meaning. “Wait, what sin?” Dante questions.

I step up to him, gripping him by his face, my fingers digging deep into his cheeks. “The sins of what you did to Darren and Jenelle.” I let him go hard, causing him to fall back against a metal table.

“Get accustomed to your new home, sleep while you still can.” I turn around and walk out the door, hearing them slamming into the door trying to get out.

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