Page 73 of Shadow

Gasping, I slowly turned and growled, “What?”

“He’s dead, brother,” Kansas carefully said, as several of his brothers stood around him. Turning back to the man hanging on the hook, I took stock in my ministrations. There wasn’t a single thing recognizable about Conner Wilson.

Not even his blonde hair, which was now soaked with his blood.

From the moment I walked into the Diamondback wet room, I felt a peace flow over me as the images of Joan, my sisters and now Ari and my nieces fled. All I cared about was the man hanging on the hook. The man who terrorized my woman and then tried to kill her.

I no longer gave a fuck why he did it.

All I cared about was that he knew what his stupidity was going to cost him. He learned that lesson rather quickly.

“Holy fuck,” Widow muttered, as I removed the machete from Conner’s stomach. The instant I did, his stomach split open, as his insides slowly fell to the floor.

“Shadow,” Kansas said, getting my attention again. “You okay over there?”

Turning back to the brothers behind me, I looked at each one of them. Whisper leaned against the wall in the room’s corner, smirking. Widow, the other enforcer for the club, sat in a chair looking a bit green. Pence stood beside Kansas, rubbing his face. Blackjack reclined in a chair, his head back as he snored lightly. The only missing officers were Monk, the club’s Sergeant at Arms, and their tech guy, Keys.

Walking over to a table near Blackjack, I grabbed a towel and wiped my hands.

“This ends now,” I clearly said, as no one moved. With everything going on at the farm, with my woman and this club, I was at my limit. I wasn’t any good to anyone unless I could find some semblance of stability. I knew I wasn’t going to get that with my sisters, or this club and I flat out refused to bombard Joan with my troubles.

No.

The only way for any kind of peace was to start checking things off the ever growing of pile of shit that was laid at my feet. It was a risk I knew that could turn around and bite me and Kansas in our asses.

Leaning against the table, I threw the rag on the floor before crossing my arms over my chest. “You boys have a fucking problem.”

“Shadow,” Kansas growled, stepping forward.

Shaking my head, I held up my hand. “You asked me for help. Well, this is me helping.”

“What is he talking about, Prez?” Blackjack said, sitting up, paying attention now.

“Kansas?” Pence questioned.

I looked at Kansas and nodded as he asked, “Where are Monk and Keys?”

When none of the brothers could answer the question, I continued. “Kansas asked me to investigate all of you. Well, he asked me to pick up where Jinx left off. Gotta say, you boys sure have interesting lives. Fuck, I thought my past was bad, but you fuckers take the cake. That’s right. I know every sordid detail you bitches don’t want anyone knowing.”

“Bullshit,” Widow growled.

Giving the man my full attention, I smiled. “Tell me, Widow, why would you rape a young girl and then give her money every month? Is it to keep her quiet or do you actually feel remorse?”

“You motherfucker!” Widow roared, jumping to his feet. “I didn’t rape her!”

Shaking my head, I looked at Pence, who stiffened. “How ya doing, Pence?”

“Go to hell, Shadow.”

“Already there,” I chuckled, then added. “Does your wife know you give a club whore two grand a month to raise your son?”

Pence sneered, reaching for his gun and pointing it at me. “And she’ll never know, you sick fuck.”

The click of a gun pointed at the back of his head had Pence lowering his gun. I said nothing as Whisper reached for the Vice President’s gun then threw it on the ground at my feet.

“Go on, Shadow,” the enforcer said. “This shit ends tonight.”

Blackjack, who stayed silent listening, spoke up, “Guess you know about me then, too.”

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