Jesse wasn’t around when Red ran the Rebels. Not to say he hasn’t crossed any lines since joining, but this shit could get messy.
“I’m not going anywhere. Just covering our asses. Don’t want this coming back on you or anyone.” He lays it out and I can respect his hesitation, but even if it does come back on me, I don’t give a fuck. If the Mayor is involved with the men who are running a trafficking ring around here, then he deserves everything coming to him.
“By the time this is over, I doubt there will be anything to come back at us with,” I tell them, not giving a fuck how out of control it makes me sound.
“Beau,” Nix cautions when we stop at the third door on the right. The pink paint is cracked and peeling, exposing the black underneath. But I give it no more than five seconds of my attention before turning to Nix.
“I got this,” I tell him, not needing him second-guessing me. With a quick nod, he kicks in the door, and we all move in.
“The hell is this?” Morre shoots up off the bed, pushing the blonde bitch riding him off his cock, and onto the floor with a loud thud.
“Well, well, well. Look what we have here, boys. Mayor Morre? Fancy running into you here.” Nix trains his gun on the piece of shit who’s been fucking with us, while I step closer to him. Jesse stands at the door, keeping watch. Hunter’s at the end of the bed, his own gun trained while Sy moves toward the whore.
“What the fuck do you want?” He makes no attempt to cover himself up, so I point my gun down at his discarded pants on the floor.
“Cover your shit up,” I order, and then watch him casually reach for them.
The whore stands from the floor with the help of Sy and reaches for her dress.
“Do you mind telling me what this is about?” Morre asks when he’s covered his shriveled dick.
“We’re going for a drive. We’re gonna have some words,” I tell him, pointing to his shirt.
“I can assure you, whatever you need to discuss doesn’t interest me.” He ignores his shirt and puffs his chest out. Somehow his pants have given him some newfound confidence.
“No? I think the video you just made could be of some interest to you.” I nod to Angel, and she moves to the freestanding closet, opens it up, and pulls out a video camera.
Thank fuck Tiny could set this shit up.
“You think your threats interest me?” He reaches for his phone, but I’m faster, snatching it from his hands. I drop it to the floor and stomp my boot into it, smashing it to pieces.
“You think this is a threat?” I step in closer and press my gun into his pasty chest. “You have no fucking idea. Put your shirt on. You’re coming with us.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you.” I point my gun at his thigh and pop a round into his flesh.
“Fuck.” He falls to the bed, clutching his leg.
“Last warning. You’ll have another hole if you fight this.” He looks up, fear, panic, and anger flash all over his face, before resignation.
“Fuck you!” The cocksucker isn’t bright. I train my gun on his right leg, and let the pop ring out before his screams take over once again.
“That’s two rounds in less than a minute. We need to wrap this up,” Nix reminds me over the screams of the Mayor. I don’t want to rush this, but he’s right. We need to get him out.
“Not gonna tell you again, Morre.”
“You’re gonna have to kill me,” he spits, deciding the next move for me.
“You’re not gonna walk. We’ll carry you.” I bring the butt of my gun down on the side of his head and knock him out cold.
“Get the van ready, Jesse. Hunter, Sy, help me with him.” They both move at my command, Sy taking his legs, Hunter on his arms. “Nix, make sure we have a clear path.” Nix nods, leaving us alone.
“You okay?” I ask the girl.
“Yep, you go. I’ll sort it.” She hands me the tape. I slide it into my back pocket as she moves to her bag and pulls out her cell. I don’t give her a second thought. I pick up his shirt and then help Hunter with his other hand and start to drag him out of the ratty hotel.
“Fucker better hold up enough for me to have my shot at him,” Sy grumbles under his breath.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take it slow on him. You’ll have your shot,” I assure him as we carry him down the stairs and into the back of the van.
“Straight to the barn.” I turn to Hunter.
“Got it,” he says, moving to the driver’s side.
“Jesse, you stay here and make sure that everything gets cleaned up,” Nix orders, and I’m grateful for it. If this turns Red, I’m not sure he’s gonna be able to handle it. The last thing we need is him going green on us.
“Yep, boss.” He moves back to the steps, following his orders.
“Let’s roll.” I pick up my pace as I head back to my bike and watch Hunter speed out of the parking lot.
“You sure you want to do this, Beau? There’s no going back from this.”
“I’ve done worse for less to better men,” is my only response.
“And you’ve come back from that. You sure you wanna head back there?”
“The only thing driving me forward now is knowing this will be the end, Nix,” I tell him what he wants to hear. He mounts his bike, not saying anything else.
This is happening.
Maybe later my decision will play with me, maybe it won’t. But I won’t waste another second thinking about it right now though.
“I’m not going anywhere. Just covering our asses. Don’t want this coming back on you or anyone.” He lays it out and I can respect his hesitation, but even if it does come back on me, I don’t give a fuck. If the Mayor is involved with the men who are running a trafficking ring around here, then he deserves everything coming to him.
“By the time this is over, I doubt there will be anything to come back at us with,” I tell them, not giving a fuck how out of control it makes me sound.
“Beau,” Nix cautions when we stop at the third door on the right. The pink paint is cracked and peeling, exposing the black underneath. But I give it no more than five seconds of my attention before turning to Nix.
“I got this,” I tell him, not needing him second-guessing me. With a quick nod, he kicks in the door, and we all move in.
“The hell is this?” Morre shoots up off the bed, pushing the blonde bitch riding him off his cock, and onto the floor with a loud thud.
“Well, well, well. Look what we have here, boys. Mayor Morre? Fancy running into you here.” Nix trains his gun on the piece of shit who’s been fucking with us, while I step closer to him. Jesse stands at the door, keeping watch. Hunter’s at the end of the bed, his own gun trained while Sy moves toward the whore.
“What the fuck do you want?” He makes no attempt to cover himself up, so I point my gun down at his discarded pants on the floor.
“Cover your shit up,” I order, and then watch him casually reach for them.
The whore stands from the floor with the help of Sy and reaches for her dress.
“Do you mind telling me what this is about?” Morre asks when he’s covered his shriveled dick.
“We’re going for a drive. We’re gonna have some words,” I tell him, pointing to his shirt.
“I can assure you, whatever you need to discuss doesn’t interest me.” He ignores his shirt and puffs his chest out. Somehow his pants have given him some newfound confidence.
“No? I think the video you just made could be of some interest to you.” I nod to Angel, and she moves to the freestanding closet, opens it up, and pulls out a video camera.
Thank fuck Tiny could set this shit up.
“You think your threats interest me?” He reaches for his phone, but I’m faster, snatching it from his hands. I drop it to the floor and stomp my boot into it, smashing it to pieces.
“You think this is a threat?” I step in closer and press my gun into his pasty chest. “You have no fucking idea. Put your shirt on. You’re coming with us.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you.” I point my gun at his thigh and pop a round into his flesh.
“Fuck.” He falls to the bed, clutching his leg.
“Last warning. You’ll have another hole if you fight this.” He looks up, fear, panic, and anger flash all over his face, before resignation.
“Fuck you!” The cocksucker isn’t bright. I train my gun on his right leg, and let the pop ring out before his screams take over once again.
“That’s two rounds in less than a minute. We need to wrap this up,” Nix reminds me over the screams of the Mayor. I don’t want to rush this, but he’s right. We need to get him out.
“Not gonna tell you again, Morre.”
“You’re gonna have to kill me,” he spits, deciding the next move for me.
“You’re not gonna walk. We’ll carry you.” I bring the butt of my gun down on the side of his head and knock him out cold.
“Get the van ready, Jesse. Hunter, Sy, help me with him.” They both move at my command, Sy taking his legs, Hunter on his arms. “Nix, make sure we have a clear path.” Nix nods, leaving us alone.
“You okay?” I ask the girl.
“Yep, you go. I’ll sort it.” She hands me the tape. I slide it into my back pocket as she moves to her bag and pulls out her cell. I don’t give her a second thought. I pick up his shirt and then help Hunter with his other hand and start to drag him out of the ratty hotel.
“Fucker better hold up enough for me to have my shot at him,” Sy grumbles under his breath.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take it slow on him. You’ll have your shot,” I assure him as we carry him down the stairs and into the back of the van.
“Straight to the barn.” I turn to Hunter.
“Got it,” he says, moving to the driver’s side.
“Jesse, you stay here and make sure that everything gets cleaned up,” Nix orders, and I’m grateful for it. If this turns Red, I’m not sure he’s gonna be able to handle it. The last thing we need is him going green on us.
“Yep, boss.” He moves back to the steps, following his orders.
“Let’s roll.” I pick up my pace as I head back to my bike and watch Hunter speed out of the parking lot.
“You sure you want to do this, Beau? There’s no going back from this.”
“I’ve done worse for less to better men,” is my only response.
“And you’ve come back from that. You sure you wanna head back there?”
“The only thing driving me forward now is knowing this will be the end, Nix,” I tell him what he wants to hear. He mounts his bike, not saying anything else.
This is happening.
Maybe later my decision will play with me, maybe it won’t. But I won’t waste another second thinking about it right now though.
