It Ain't Me, Babe
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Yeah. And? I signed.
Ky ran his hand across his neck in a cutting motion. “Dead. The lotta ’em. Some f**ker wiped the tapes. Couldn’t get a visual on the truck, on the men. Nothing.”
Fuck!
“The tapes cut out an hour before you took off after the Klan.” His head shook back and forth again. “It was a f**kin’ inside job. And I found out who.”
My hands fidgeted at my sides and I began rolling my lip ring ’round with my tongue. My new scars began throbbing from the tension suddenly wracking my body.
A rat. A motherfuckin’ rat. I knew it.
Don’t just stand there looking pretty. Who the f**k is it?
Ky sighed before he flicked his narrowed eyes to me. “Pit.”
Shit.
“I f**kin’ vetted him myself, Styx. Brothers all like the kid. Bit too skinny, bit too short, but the brother has balls of steel when on the road and the hand of God with a wrench. My baby never ran so good as when she’d been serviced by him. Would’ve been patched in the next couple of months, no doubt. Probably would’ve given him a full-time gig at the bike shop too.”
Ky began pulling something from his pocket. “But when I get suspicious, I go searching, you know that. And everyone’s rooms were clean. All but his.”
Ky passed over a small disc and a black cell phone. “Disc is the missing footage, along with messages on that cell, telling some unknown private number the location and times of the Russian deal, the ride out, and when you’d be here at the compound. He didn’t count on you going riding with Mae and getting the Klan first. The cunt even reported that we took out the Neo who killed Lois.”
My hands fisted, cracking the thin silver disc in my hand. Ky snatched the cell away before that became dust too.
Where is he? I signed in rapid fire.
“Just called him in. ETA ten minutes. All the rest are in the bar. They know nothing yet.”
Walking over, I slapped Ky on the back in thanks.
Gripping the tops of my arms, he pushed me back. “You good?”
I nodded. Explains why the rat was outside the shed that night acting shady, and he was always behind the bar… listening to everything being discussed. Fuck!
“What the f**k happened with the skinheads?”
Took out seven with my Uzis. Then got caught, carved up. I managed to get my Bowie from my cut, plucked out the last two f**kers’ eyes and made them eat that shit. Then I smashed up their skulls just to be sure, slit throats and stabbed hearts.”
“Shit, Styx,” Ky said in a tight voice and swallowed back bile. “You’re one sick motherfucker. Effective, but sick.”
I know.
“So… you and Mae…” He nudged me and his eyebrows danced. “She look after you good? You finally get up in that pilgrim pu**y?”
Grabbing him by the collar of his Zeppelin shirt, I threw him up against the wall, my hands in his face. Never talk of her like that again unless you wanna lose your f**kin’ tongue. Right, brother?
He tried to lose his smile but failed. “‘Bout time, Styx. ’Bout f**kin’ time.”
I looked at Ky’s damn smiling face and shook my head. Let’s go. The son of a bitch was a real pain in my ass.
As we entered the bar, the psycho trio shot to their feet.
“Fuckin’ Prez!” Viking shouted, walking toward me, arms wide. “Taking on the Nazis on his own and living to tell the tale!” Viking tried to pick me up, but I punched the redheaded f**ker in his stomach.
AK slung an arm around my shoulder as Flame stopped in front of me, muscles twitching. “Did you kill ’em all?” he asked with urgency.
I nodded, the flame tattoos on his neck dancing beneath his bulging veins.
“Did they suffer?” he asked coldly, his pitch-black eyes wide with excitement. The brother looked like a walking demon, irises so dark his pupils were lost in one black pool against white.
Badly, I signed.
Flame broke out in a wide smile, tipped his head back, and raked his over-long nails down his arms. “Fuck yeah,” he hissed, blood beginning to spill.
One by one, every brother in the chapter greeted me, leaving only Rider at the end of the bar. I met his eyes. He stared right back, then stood and came over.
“Good to see you made it out safe, Prez.” He held out his hand for me to shake. I glowered at his outstretched arm and thought of him back in my room, forbidding Mae to bathe me. My lip curled in disgust. She’s my f**kin’ woman.
“Prez, come on, brother. I was wrong. I get it now. She’s yours,” he said just for us to hear. I reluctantly reached out to grip his hand. My eyes said it all to him. Back the f**k off Mae or we’ll have problems. Okay?
The brother nodded his head. He knew what I was saying.
“You been f**kin’ your bitch?” Viking said from behind me, sniffing the air. He looked at me and smiled. “I can always smell new pu**y, and you’re stinking of that shit, Prez!” He laughed loud for everyone to hear.
Rider ripped his hand away from mine and he staggered back, slumping to his seat, eyes down. The brother was in a whole world of pain.
Ky appeared at my shoulder. A second or two later, Viking was knocked out on the floor.
“Shit, Ky!” Viking shouted from the ground, rubbing his chin. “Stop with the f**kin’ punching!”
“Then start shutting the f**k up!” Ky shouted back.
I signaled for the brothers to move in. Ky stood beside me, ready to translate, as the brothers watched us with alert expressions.
Pit’s a rat, I signed, as Ky’s voice carried the intel round the room.
Deathly silence.
I’ve thought we’ve had one for a while now. Ky found the evidence today. Of the whole f**kin’ thing. Leaked details on the Russian deal, the ride out shooting, and the Nazis near-attempt on our compound tonight.
“Who’s he working for? The Feds? Another MC? Mexicans?” Viking asked. The idiot shit gone, stone-cold killer in its place.
I shook my head. Don’t know. Ky called Pit in. He should be here—” The sound of a bike rolling into the yard stopped me dead. Right about f**kin’ now, it seems.
Flame growled and began punching his fist in the other hand. “Is he mine? Please say he’s mine. I want him to be mine.”
The door opened and Flame flew at Pit, the prospect didn’t even see the first fist coming… or the second… or the third. Flame picked Pit up off the floor, his feet dangling as he was smacked up against the wall.
Ky ran his hand across his neck in a cutting motion. “Dead. The lotta ’em. Some f**ker wiped the tapes. Couldn’t get a visual on the truck, on the men. Nothing.”
Fuck!
“The tapes cut out an hour before you took off after the Klan.” His head shook back and forth again. “It was a f**kin’ inside job. And I found out who.”
My hands fidgeted at my sides and I began rolling my lip ring ’round with my tongue. My new scars began throbbing from the tension suddenly wracking my body.
A rat. A motherfuckin’ rat. I knew it.
Don’t just stand there looking pretty. Who the f**k is it?
Ky sighed before he flicked his narrowed eyes to me. “Pit.”
Shit.
“I f**kin’ vetted him myself, Styx. Brothers all like the kid. Bit too skinny, bit too short, but the brother has balls of steel when on the road and the hand of God with a wrench. My baby never ran so good as when she’d been serviced by him. Would’ve been patched in the next couple of months, no doubt. Probably would’ve given him a full-time gig at the bike shop too.”
Ky began pulling something from his pocket. “But when I get suspicious, I go searching, you know that. And everyone’s rooms were clean. All but his.”
Ky passed over a small disc and a black cell phone. “Disc is the missing footage, along with messages on that cell, telling some unknown private number the location and times of the Russian deal, the ride out, and when you’d be here at the compound. He didn’t count on you going riding with Mae and getting the Klan first. The cunt even reported that we took out the Neo who killed Lois.”
My hands fisted, cracking the thin silver disc in my hand. Ky snatched the cell away before that became dust too.
Where is he? I signed in rapid fire.
“Just called him in. ETA ten minutes. All the rest are in the bar. They know nothing yet.”
Walking over, I slapped Ky on the back in thanks.
Gripping the tops of my arms, he pushed me back. “You good?”
I nodded. Explains why the rat was outside the shed that night acting shady, and he was always behind the bar… listening to everything being discussed. Fuck!
“What the f**k happened with the skinheads?”
Took out seven with my Uzis. Then got caught, carved up. I managed to get my Bowie from my cut, plucked out the last two f**kers’ eyes and made them eat that shit. Then I smashed up their skulls just to be sure, slit throats and stabbed hearts.”
“Shit, Styx,” Ky said in a tight voice and swallowed back bile. “You’re one sick motherfucker. Effective, but sick.”
I know.
“So… you and Mae…” He nudged me and his eyebrows danced. “She look after you good? You finally get up in that pilgrim pu**y?”
Grabbing him by the collar of his Zeppelin shirt, I threw him up against the wall, my hands in his face. Never talk of her like that again unless you wanna lose your f**kin’ tongue. Right, brother?
He tried to lose his smile but failed. “‘Bout time, Styx. ’Bout f**kin’ time.”
I looked at Ky’s damn smiling face and shook my head. Let’s go. The son of a bitch was a real pain in my ass.
As we entered the bar, the psycho trio shot to their feet.
“Fuckin’ Prez!” Viking shouted, walking toward me, arms wide. “Taking on the Nazis on his own and living to tell the tale!” Viking tried to pick me up, but I punched the redheaded f**ker in his stomach.
AK slung an arm around my shoulder as Flame stopped in front of me, muscles twitching. “Did you kill ’em all?” he asked with urgency.
I nodded, the flame tattoos on his neck dancing beneath his bulging veins.
“Did they suffer?” he asked coldly, his pitch-black eyes wide with excitement. The brother looked like a walking demon, irises so dark his pupils were lost in one black pool against white.
Badly, I signed.
Flame broke out in a wide smile, tipped his head back, and raked his over-long nails down his arms. “Fuck yeah,” he hissed, blood beginning to spill.
One by one, every brother in the chapter greeted me, leaving only Rider at the end of the bar. I met his eyes. He stared right back, then stood and came over.
“Good to see you made it out safe, Prez.” He held out his hand for me to shake. I glowered at his outstretched arm and thought of him back in my room, forbidding Mae to bathe me. My lip curled in disgust. She’s my f**kin’ woman.
“Prez, come on, brother. I was wrong. I get it now. She’s yours,” he said just for us to hear. I reluctantly reached out to grip his hand. My eyes said it all to him. Back the f**k off Mae or we’ll have problems. Okay?
The brother nodded his head. He knew what I was saying.
“You been f**kin’ your bitch?” Viking said from behind me, sniffing the air. He looked at me and smiled. “I can always smell new pu**y, and you’re stinking of that shit, Prez!” He laughed loud for everyone to hear.
Rider ripped his hand away from mine and he staggered back, slumping to his seat, eyes down. The brother was in a whole world of pain.
Ky appeared at my shoulder. A second or two later, Viking was knocked out on the floor.
“Shit, Ky!” Viking shouted from the ground, rubbing his chin. “Stop with the f**kin’ punching!”
“Then start shutting the f**k up!” Ky shouted back.
I signaled for the brothers to move in. Ky stood beside me, ready to translate, as the brothers watched us with alert expressions.
Pit’s a rat, I signed, as Ky’s voice carried the intel round the room.
Deathly silence.
I’ve thought we’ve had one for a while now. Ky found the evidence today. Of the whole f**kin’ thing. Leaked details on the Russian deal, the ride out shooting, and the Nazis near-attempt on our compound tonight.
“Who’s he working for? The Feds? Another MC? Mexicans?” Viking asked. The idiot shit gone, stone-cold killer in its place.
I shook my head. Don’t know. Ky called Pit in. He should be here—” The sound of a bike rolling into the yard stopped me dead. Right about f**kin’ now, it seems.
Flame growled and began punching his fist in the other hand. “Is he mine? Please say he’s mine. I want him to be mine.”
The door opened and Flame flew at Pit, the prospect didn’t even see the first fist coming… or the second… or the third. Flame picked Pit up off the floor, his feet dangling as he was smacked up against the wall.
