Page 154 of Menace

“All of this stays between us. You, me and Dive, that’s it. At a later stage we’ll pull the rest of my chosen officers in, but not yet.” Ren stated firmly.

“I got you, brother.” Lucky lifted his chin a fraction in acknowledgement.

“Right, now that we got that sorted let’s get down to the business of the day. Handling the fuckers in the dungeon.” The brother gave an evil grin and winked as he opened his office door.

The violence about to come had his body buzzing in anticipation as he descended the bricked steps. The deeper he descended the cooler it became, the air slightly damp. There was a smell of fear and bleach hanging in the air.

And then they were there, in their interrogation room.

Bates and Breaker were waiting for them with their prisoner. The fucker was naked and strapped to a chair in the middle of the room. A chair that was situated over the drain in the floor for easy cleaning.

And today there was definitely going to be a need for cleaning.

“Welcome to hell, motherfucker.” Lucky snarled as he walked over and smacked the fucker on the side of the head.

His head whipped to the side almost hitting his shoulder.

“You can’t do this. Why am I here? I’m protected by the Italian families and by the Los Rojos cartel, you can’t touch me without consequences.”

The little fuck’s threats came out in a panicked voice.

Lucky looked at his brothers and shrugged as they started laughing.

Breaker went at him first.

“Fucker, know this, you’ve disappeared during a FBI operation. No one is goin’ to be lookin’ for you. Los Rojos is too busy lickin’ their wounds and the Italians have crawled back into their holes and are hidin’ from law enforcement and the fallout. Falloutyoucaused. They have a ‘kill on sight’ order out for you and not even your daddy wants to save you. Didn’t you learn the lesson never to fuck with business? Business always comes first but you forgot about that, didn’t you?”

Breaker walked around and around the chair and every time he made a round he smacked the bastard on the back of the head. Shaking his head at the snivelling asshole he went back to his place against the wall and Ren took over.

He didn’t walk around the chair, he stood right in front of it, his hands clasped behind his back, glaring down at their prisoner.

Lucky stood behind him, his arms crossed over his chest as he waited his turn.

“You decided to hook up with a killer slut and do what? Kidnap your sister and her baby and hand them over to the cartel. Were you hoping they would kill her child? Was that the plan? Did you even have a plan? I don’t think you did. I think you thought you could walk into our territory and take what belongs to us. You made a big fuckin’ mistake. Harper and her son are property of the club. Both of them are Lucky’s personal property and you fucked with them. You hurt them and he’s here to avenge his family.”

The fucker in the chair was shaking his head violently from side to side.

“I didn’t. I never told them to hurt her. Pablo did it, I wasn’t even there.” He whined.

Ren glanced at Lucky and gave a small almost imperceptible chin lift.

It was his turn.

Ren settled in beside Breaker while Lucky slowly took off his kutte then handed it to him. He didn’t want any of the bastard’s blood to soil it.

He didn’t use a fist to hit him. He did it open handed. First one side of his face then the other. His lips split with the first two slaps. He gave him five on each side then stepped back.

“You started tormentin’ your little sister when she was ten years old.” Lucky shook his head violently. “No, let’s use the proper words here, you started rapin’ her when she was ten and continued doin’ it until the day she ran away.”

The fucker shook his head his voice coming out garbled through the blood, snot and tears.

“No! That’s not true! She wanted it. She asked for it, parading her body in front of me. I gave her…”

Lucky didn’t let him continue.

His fist smashed into his mouth, he felt teeth give way, his next strike broke his nose. He kept the hits strategic, shattering the lowlife’s cheekbones and orbital bones.

“Bullshit. She was ten, a little girl. Isn’t it true your mother tried to stop you and your father beat her to death? Hmmm?”

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