Page 53 of Brooks (Dirty Misfits MC 1)
I’m gonna pull all of your teeth out one by one. “But if he doesn’t have answers and you do…”
I heard him lick his lips. “You think a decent blowjob’s gonna get me to spill everything? Must be one hell of a sucker to have that kind of confidence.”
Come on, I’m so close. “Not really confidence, just desperation. I know what I’ve been told about my husband’s death is false. I know the club is covering up something. I know something else happened, and I want answers. I need them, honestly.”
His hand gripped the back of my neck. “Oh, yeah? And what are you willing to give me for them?”
I felt his breath against my lips as he turned my head. “Anything.”
Silence hung between us for a long time and I panicked. Had I ticked the right boxes? Had I been convincing enough? I swallowed hard as Sid moved. He stood to his feet, his hand falling away from my neck. And when I heard his footfalls before the door closed, I sighed and leaned heavily against the wall.
Before I heard his voice in the room with me. “I was heavily involved with the bust of your little man-piece that night.”
My ears perked up as I sat up. “You were?”
He took a step toward me. “Oh, yeah. It was a great plan, too. Plant a buyer looking for a nice car, lure as many of those Dirty Condoms in as possible, then call the police and let them do our dirty work. It really was foolproof.”
My blood boiled in my veins. “So—so who set them up? Who was the buyer? I don’t—why would—”
I heard his belt buckle tinkering around. “We wanted all of those fuckers in prison, but we got what we got and it was enough for what we were doing. Your precious little boy toy and Hyde got what was coming to them, and Brooks will soon enough.”
My lower lip quivered. “But—but why? What was the point?”
The sound of his belt leaving the loops made me shiver. “Those Dirty Little Scoundrels have land that we want. They have power that we want. They have influence that we want. And until every single one of them is wiped off the face of the planet, our president will never get the recognition he deserves.”
I swallowed hard. “And who is your president?”
He gripped my hair and stood in front of me. “Can’t give away all of my secrets now, can I?”
I felt the heat of his pelvis inching closer and my soul died a little in that moment. I felt myself hardening. It literally felt like my soul was turning into a massive piece of rock. I licked my lips, trying to present myself as willing to hold up my end of the bargain.
But the second I felt the tip of his dick slide against my crusted, bloodied cheek, I head-butted his cock.
And smiled when he bent over in pain.
“What the fuck!?” I exclaimed.
I reared my head back and headbutted him again, sending him stumbling back toward the door. I swiveled my legs underneath my body, fueled by the anger flushing itself through my veins. I stood to my knees. Then, my feet. And just as Sid took a step toward me, I leaned forward and headbutted him for a third time.
Sending him, and myself, soaring through the door I crashed him through.
Twenty-Five
Brooks
I pulled into the Santa Cruz wharf and drew in a deep breath. The smell of the ocean always calmed me, but my body was an ebbing sea of anger and hatred. Now, my parents didn’t teach me much growing up. Mom was always strung out on coke and Daddy Dearest enjoyed prostitutes more than he did my own mother, but there was one thing they taught me out of all their foolish ways that stuck with me.
They taught me never to hate anyone.
And I understood why. The thrumming vibrations of what I’d do to these men clung to my muscles and burrowed into my bones. I felt myself transforming into something else. Something ethereal. Some demon not of this world. I dreamt of hanging each and every one of them from their necks before slitting their wrists and watching them bleed out before they could suffocate.
And if they harmed Raven, God help their families.
No Brooks. You don’t hurt women and children. Don’t be like Chops.
“Hey! Brooks!”
I spun around at the sound of Cole’s voice before my eyes darted around. Him and Tanner walked up, their bikes still parked at the end of the wharf. They looked at me as if I had lost my mind, so I rode back up to the shoreline and hid my bike out of sight.
Then, the three of us ducked behind an overflowing dumpster.
“The fuck were you just sitting out there for?” Tanner hissed.
