stiffens and a cold sweat runs over my skin. The 5113ers said they would come after us. I guess they weren’t lying.
“Fuck!” Mad Dog runs his fingers through his long hair and turns toward me clenching his jaw. “I suppose we knew this was coming.”
I nod as Chops grabs a large knife from the bench and looks to Mad Dog. He nods and Chops looks down into the Mexican’s remaining eye and smiles. “Thank you for your honesty.”
“Can I go now?” the Mexican asks.
Chops nods. “Sure, I’ll just undo your head restraint.”
I furrow my brows wondering what the fuck is going on, as Chops moves behind the Mexican and loosens his head restraint. He flexes his neck and looks over to Mad Dog.
“I won’t tell the Cartel I was here. I swear.”
Mad Dog nods and smiles. “I know.”
Chops brings his hand up containing the knife and shoves it straight into the Mexican’s neck. Blood splatters out all over Chops’ shirt. The Mexican gurgles, the blood pooling in his throat as his artery pumps it out of his system quickly.
I thought it was too good to be true.
Taking a deep breath, I watch as his head falls to the side gasping for air as Chops twists the knife slowly in his neck.
“C’mon let’s get a beer. I have some thinking to do.” Mad Dog slaps my shoulder and turns around walking toward the staircase. Taking one last look at the mangled Mexican, I figure it won’t be long before Jigsaw gets to him, and there’ll be more than three body parts on the floor.
Chops pulls out the knife as he smiles wide. “Enjoy your first time, Stealth?” he calls out.
“It was a wild ride,” I answer and turn needing to get the hell out of here. My feet hit the black stairs and they feel like lead weights. Sure, I’ve seen people die before. Hell, I watched it when the 5113ers came in all guns-a-blazing, but this was different. I feel like something in me is irrevocably changed forever.
For the worse or better? I’m not sure yet.
Only time will tell.
Chapter Five
We traipse up the stairs to the clubroom, and when we arrive the top of the stairs the guys are all laughing as Penetrator and Lookout are sitting at the bar staring each other down with the rest of the guys surrounding them. I look at Mad Dog, who rolls his eyes and shrugs, walking off to the assembly room by himself. I turn and stride over to my brothers to see what the hell is going on.
“Ready?” Crash calls out.
Lookout and Penetrator both say, “Aye,” putting their elbows on the bar for an arm wrestle.
“Place your bets!” Crash announces, and everyone starts putting their cash on Penetrator’s side. But Lookout, even though he’s strange, his muscles are huge. I know where I’m placing my bet. I place a twenty down on Lookout’s side.
“Thanks, bitch! At least, someone knows how this is gonna go down. And I love going down, especially on men.”
Everyone laughs as Lookout glares at Penetrator. “Hold up! What do the participants win?” I ask and they both look at me and smirk.
“Yeah, what do I win?” Penetrator asks.
“I think we should pick your prizes,” Crash announces and everyone else nods.
“Yeah, if Penetrator wins, Lookout has to be his bitch for a month. Basically his slave,” Crash declares. Everyone laughs as Lookout slumps his body and huffs.
“Fuck me, motherfucker. My prize better be fucken good,” Lookout states.
“If Lookout wins, he gets to dry hump Penetrator doggy style against the pool table while we video it and put it on YouTube!” Ryder declares. We all laugh, except for Penetrator, who shakes his head.
“No way, fuckers.”
“Yes way! That’s the best motherfucken prize I’ve ever had. That’s the deal or this whole thing is off,” Lookout says moving his arm into position.
Chuckling to myself, I shake my head wishing Steel was here. He would fucking love this.
“Okay fine! But I’m going to fucking kick your tiny little black arse, Lookout. Ain’t no fucker doggy
“Fuck!” Mad Dog runs his fingers through his long hair and turns toward me clenching his jaw. “I suppose we knew this was coming.”
I nod as Chops grabs a large knife from the bench and looks to Mad Dog. He nods and Chops looks down into the Mexican’s remaining eye and smiles. “Thank you for your honesty.”
“Can I go now?” the Mexican asks.
Chops nods. “Sure, I’ll just undo your head restraint.”
I furrow my brows wondering what the fuck is going on, as Chops moves behind the Mexican and loosens his head restraint. He flexes his neck and looks over to Mad Dog.
“I won’t tell the Cartel I was here. I swear.”
Mad Dog nods and smiles. “I know.”
Chops brings his hand up containing the knife and shoves it straight into the Mexican’s neck. Blood splatters out all over Chops’ shirt. The Mexican gurgles, the blood pooling in his throat as his artery pumps it out of his system quickly.
I thought it was too good to be true.
Taking a deep breath, I watch as his head falls to the side gasping for air as Chops twists the knife slowly in his neck.
“C’mon let’s get a beer. I have some thinking to do.” Mad Dog slaps my shoulder and turns around walking toward the staircase. Taking one last look at the mangled Mexican, I figure it won’t be long before Jigsaw gets to him, and there’ll be more than three body parts on the floor.
Chops pulls out the knife as he smiles wide. “Enjoy your first time, Stealth?” he calls out.
“It was a wild ride,” I answer and turn needing to get the hell out of here. My feet hit the black stairs and they feel like lead weights. Sure, I’ve seen people die before. Hell, I watched it when the 5113ers came in all guns-a-blazing, but this was different. I feel like something in me is irrevocably changed forever.
For the worse or better? I’m not sure yet.
Only time will tell.
Chapter Five
We traipse up the stairs to the clubroom, and when we arrive the top of the stairs the guys are all laughing as Penetrator and Lookout are sitting at the bar staring each other down with the rest of the guys surrounding them. I look at Mad Dog, who rolls his eyes and shrugs, walking off to the assembly room by himself. I turn and stride over to my brothers to see what the hell is going on.
“Ready?” Crash calls out.
Lookout and Penetrator both say, “Aye,” putting their elbows on the bar for an arm wrestle.
“Place your bets!” Crash announces, and everyone starts putting their cash on Penetrator’s side. But Lookout, even though he’s strange, his muscles are huge. I know where I’m placing my bet. I place a twenty down on Lookout’s side.
“Thanks, bitch! At least, someone knows how this is gonna go down. And I love going down, especially on men.”
Everyone laughs as Lookout glares at Penetrator. “Hold up! What do the participants win?” I ask and they both look at me and smirk.
“Yeah, what do I win?” Penetrator asks.
“I think we should pick your prizes,” Crash announces and everyone else nods.
“Yeah, if Penetrator wins, Lookout has to be his bitch for a month. Basically his slave,” Crash declares. Everyone laughs as Lookout slumps his body and huffs.
“Fuck me, motherfucker. My prize better be fucken good,” Lookout states.
“If Lookout wins, he gets to dry hump Penetrator doggy style against the pool table while we video it and put it on YouTube!” Ryder declares. We all laugh, except for Penetrator, who shakes his head.
“No way, fuckers.”
“Yes way! That’s the best motherfucken prize I’ve ever had. That’s the deal or this whole thing is off,” Lookout says moving his arm into position.
Chuckling to myself, I shake my head wishing Steel was here. He would fucking love this.
“Okay fine! But I’m going to fucking kick your tiny little black arse, Lookout. Ain’t no fucker doggy
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