Page 155 of Menace

Lucky waited, when he got nothing but sobs and pleading he placed several hard hits to his torso and abdomen. He knew exactly where to hit to cause the most damage.

“Not…my fault…not…my…fault. Dad…he…he…ordered…me to…to do it. He…he wanted…us to…to…breed.”

It was unbelievable, the evil living in one family.

It’s was time for more.

Going to the table he picked up a long thin bladed knife. Twirling it in his hand before he slammed it down through the fucker’s dick and ball sack, pinning them to the seat of the chair.

“Ouch.” Breaker muttered, Bates and Ren hummed in agreement.

The piece of shit’s screams were high pitched, filled with excruciating pain, but Lucky ignored them. Picking up the heavy sand filled pipe he smashed it into the tops of his thighs then his shins, shattering his legs. The screams had stopped and when he looked up he saw the bastard had passed out from the pain.

“Are we done, brother?” Bates asked quietly.

“I wanted to break his fuckin’ fingers and hands but I got pissed off. The fucker needed to suffer more but he’s fuckin’ weak.” He looked at Ren. “I’m gonna kill him.”

Ren smiled and gave him a chin lift.

“Go ahead, brother. He’s yours, end the fucker, we have one more to take care of.”

Going back to the table Lucky looked over his options. He chose a razor sharp machete, swinging it through the air as he walked over to stand behind the piece of meat in the chair.

It took only one swing to decapitate the fucker. The head flew off, bounced then rolled towards the grate.

Blood washed the floor and ran down the drain.

“Damned glad I moved out of the way.” Breaker grumbled. “Minute I saw him pick up that damned machete I knew, I just knew, heads were gonna roll.”

Bates started laughing and very soon they all joined in.

Standing in the blood splattered room with his brothers after avenging his woman and his son he felt cleansed. He had taken care of a threat against his old lady and dealt out the justice she rightly deserved and never received.

“Let’s get to the next one. I’m sure by now he’s pissed himself listenin’ to the dead fuck.” Ren opened the door and stalked out. “This one I’ll be takin’ care of.”

Mouth and two other prospects stood in the passage, their eyes wide as they walked out.

“Take care of the trash.” Ren ordered. “See to it that the room is spotless once you’re done.”

“You got it, Boss.” Mouth said as he and the other two pulled on plastic suits to start the clean-up.

Ren and Bates headed down the passage. Lucky and Breaker followed once the brother handed over his kutte and he had pulled it back on.

By the time they reached the cell holding their rat Ren and Bates was already inside. They listened to their SAA asking the one and only question they wanted an answer to. Why?

And of course the weak ass idiot blamed the club and the brothers.

Lucky turned to Breaker. “Who’s his sponsor?” He asked softly.

“Pike.” He murmured.

That didn’t sound right. Pike was one of the older brothers with an old lady and grown up kids. His son, Charmer, was one of their junior patches and his daughter, Rachel, had married her high school sweetheart, a civilian, but a really good guy. They were expecting their first baby. No way would Pike be involved in bullshit like this.

“Did he bring him in?”

Breaker shook his head. “Nope, he was a hangaround who was offered a place as a prospect. When Maniac asked for sponsors Pike stepped up. You know how he’s always willing to help young brothers to find their feet in the club. This fuck bein’ a rat is goin’ to upset him. I don’t think he’s had a prospect failure before. His guys always come through.”

Lucky watched the little fuck carefully and turned his back on him to talk to Breaker.

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