I didn’t want to talk to him, but I couldn’t stop myself. “What are you going to do to us, Nix?” I needed to know.
“I haven’t quite worked out what I will do with you, but your mother is an unnecessary burden to us, wouldn’t you say. She wouldn’t stop yelling at me before, so I had to fucking knock her out. I don’t need the headache,” he replied, and the nausea hit me at the thought of him killing my Mum.
“Let her go, and I will do whatever you say,” I frantically tried to negotiate with him.
He threw his head back and laughed. Then his face contorted into an evil mask and he sneered, “You’ll do whatever the fuck I say anyway, bitch. I’m not fucking bargaining with you for anything.”
I hated him, but hated myself more, for letting him into my life. Because of my past actions, my mother’s life was in danger and there was not a fucking thing I could do about it.
*****
Jason
My fist connected with the asshole’s cheek and blood went flying. “I can keep this up, motherfucker, until you tell us where Nix is,” I warned.
He landed on his ass and looked up at me through feral eyes. “Go to fucking hell,” he snarled and spat blood onto the ground.
Scott reefed him up from behind and held him in front of me. “Take another shot, brother,” he invited.
I had had enough, and was way past the fuck pissed off. We had been going at this for over half an hour now and it was time to move it along. I pulled out my gun and stepped closer, putting it to his head. “I’ll make this real fucking easy for you. Start fucking talking,” I thundered.
He glared at me but I could see him weakening under the pressure so when he again refused to give up the information, I aimed the gun at his foot and shot. I took great pleasure in the blood this caused. I craved their fucking blood.
“Motherfucker!” he screamed in agony, and tried to struggle out of Scott’s hold.
Oh, yeah asshole, I was just getting started. I lifted the gun and aimed it at his other foot, and was just about to shoot when he yelled, “Wait! I’ll tell you. Just fucking stop shooting!”
“Well, hurry the fuck up. We don’t have all day,” I bellowed at him, trying to create some fucking urgency for him to deliver the details.
“Warehouse on Woods,” he grumbled, and the adrenaline coursed through me with this new information. We were finally going to get that cocksucker. He had been one step ahead of us for too fucking long; it was time to take him down.
Scott flashed me an evil grin, “Time to rock and roll, brother.”
Ten minutes later we were heading to the warehouse. Scott had called Marcus, and he was rounding up the boys to meet us there. I was fired up to take Nix down. Finally. This had been a long time coming. When Marcus had put a stop to our original plan two years ago I had been pissed off, but he had managed to convince me it was for the best. We had all worked hard the last couple of years to build Storm up, and in that time Nix had gone even more rogue. He had taken over the Presidency of Black Deeds and was now pissing all over that club pursuing his own agenda. Killing Bec and her son had been the final nail in his coffin as far as we were concerned, and I was fucking ecstatic when Marcus had given the order to put him to ground.
My mind wandered to Madison. Fuck, I was glad she was back but it was stirring shit up in me that I thought was over and done with. I still loved her and had always known that, but I figured that relationship was in the past. Now I wasn’t so sure. I wanted her. But I wasn’t convinced that we could deal with the past and move on from it. Madison seemed to have a lot of issues with it all. Fuck, but I wanted her.
I put thoughts of her aside to focus on the job at hand. I followed Scott to the warehouse, noting there were only a couple of bikes parked outside; hopefully this meant Nix didn’t have much company.
While we waited for Marcus and the boys to turn up, Scott asked me, “What’s the deal with you and Madison?”
“Not sure, brother. Your sister has a fucking mind of her own and I’m not sure I’ll ever get through it.”
He chuckled, “You wouldn’t have it any other way. A submissive bitch wouldn’t stand a chance with you,” he said and then his face turned serious, “Don’t fuck her over. She’s not as tough as she likes to make out.”
“I hear you,” I agreed. And I did. Madison liked to present a tough front but underneath it all she was pretty sensitive, and perhaps that was something I hadn’t paid enough attention to when we were together. It was certainly something I had figured out as our relationship had spiralled into a shit storm of hurt, anger and resentment. Too little, too fucking late though.
Scott nodded at me, “Good,” he replied, and then turned his head to acknowledge Marcus who was now walking towards us.
He had brought ten of the boys with him and we quickly discussed the best course of action. We split up; half going to the back, and the rest to the front of the warehouse. I was fucking itching to get in there and I pulled my gun out, ready to go.
Scott stormed through the door and we found Nix with three of his guys in there. But, fuck me, he was one step ahead of us again. Scott lifted his finger to indicate for us all to stop but I was seeing fucking red and wasn’t sure I could stop.
“I haven’t quite worked out what I will do with you, but your mother is an unnecessary burden to us, wouldn’t you say. She wouldn’t stop yelling at me before, so I had to fucking knock her out. I don’t need the headache,” he replied, and the nausea hit me at the thought of him killing my Mum.
“Let her go, and I will do whatever you say,” I frantically tried to negotiate with him.
He threw his head back and laughed. Then his face contorted into an evil mask and he sneered, “You’ll do whatever the fuck I say anyway, bitch. I’m not fucking bargaining with you for anything.”
I hated him, but hated myself more, for letting him into my life. Because of my past actions, my mother’s life was in danger and there was not a fucking thing I could do about it.
*****
Jason
My fist connected with the asshole’s cheek and blood went flying. “I can keep this up, motherfucker, until you tell us where Nix is,” I warned.
He landed on his ass and looked up at me through feral eyes. “Go to fucking hell,” he snarled and spat blood onto the ground.
Scott reefed him up from behind and held him in front of me. “Take another shot, brother,” he invited.
I had had enough, and was way past the fuck pissed off. We had been going at this for over half an hour now and it was time to move it along. I pulled out my gun and stepped closer, putting it to his head. “I’ll make this real fucking easy for you. Start fucking talking,” I thundered.
He glared at me but I could see him weakening under the pressure so when he again refused to give up the information, I aimed the gun at his foot and shot. I took great pleasure in the blood this caused. I craved their fucking blood.
“Motherfucker!” he screamed in agony, and tried to struggle out of Scott’s hold.
Oh, yeah asshole, I was just getting started. I lifted the gun and aimed it at his other foot, and was just about to shoot when he yelled, “Wait! I’ll tell you. Just fucking stop shooting!”
“Well, hurry the fuck up. We don’t have all day,” I bellowed at him, trying to create some fucking urgency for him to deliver the details.
“Warehouse on Woods,” he grumbled, and the adrenaline coursed through me with this new information. We were finally going to get that cocksucker. He had been one step ahead of us for too fucking long; it was time to take him down.
Scott flashed me an evil grin, “Time to rock and roll, brother.”
Ten minutes later we were heading to the warehouse. Scott had called Marcus, and he was rounding up the boys to meet us there. I was fired up to take Nix down. Finally. This had been a long time coming. When Marcus had put a stop to our original plan two years ago I had been pissed off, but he had managed to convince me it was for the best. We had all worked hard the last couple of years to build Storm up, and in that time Nix had gone even more rogue. He had taken over the Presidency of Black Deeds and was now pissing all over that club pursuing his own agenda. Killing Bec and her son had been the final nail in his coffin as far as we were concerned, and I was fucking ecstatic when Marcus had given the order to put him to ground.
My mind wandered to Madison. Fuck, I was glad she was back but it was stirring shit up in me that I thought was over and done with. I still loved her and had always known that, but I figured that relationship was in the past. Now I wasn’t so sure. I wanted her. But I wasn’t convinced that we could deal with the past and move on from it. Madison seemed to have a lot of issues with it all. Fuck, but I wanted her.
I put thoughts of her aside to focus on the job at hand. I followed Scott to the warehouse, noting there were only a couple of bikes parked outside; hopefully this meant Nix didn’t have much company.
While we waited for Marcus and the boys to turn up, Scott asked me, “What’s the deal with you and Madison?”
“Not sure, brother. Your sister has a fucking mind of her own and I’m not sure I’ll ever get through it.”
He chuckled, “You wouldn’t have it any other way. A submissive bitch wouldn’t stand a chance with you,” he said and then his face turned serious, “Don’t fuck her over. She’s not as tough as she likes to make out.”
“I hear you,” I agreed. And I did. Madison liked to present a tough front but underneath it all she was pretty sensitive, and perhaps that was something I hadn’t paid enough attention to when we were together. It was certainly something I had figured out as our relationship had spiralled into a shit storm of hurt, anger and resentment. Too little, too fucking late though.
Scott nodded at me, “Good,” he replied, and then turned his head to acknowledge Marcus who was now walking towards us.
He had brought ten of the boys with him and we quickly discussed the best course of action. We split up; half going to the back, and the rest to the front of the warehouse. I was fucking itching to get in there and I pulled my gun out, ready to go.
Scott stormed through the door and we found Nix with three of his guys in there. But, fuck me, he was one step ahead of us again. Scott lifted his finger to indicate for us all to stop but I was seeing fucking red and wasn’t sure I could stop.
