Page 60 of Falcon

I chuckled and slapped his shoulder. “Welcome to Rage MC. The shit never stops.” I turned around and glared when I saw the Beauregards heading towards us.

“Buckle up, Prospect, you’re about to meet the real-life Clampetts,” I said and grinned at Wanda-Faye.

“Where’s my son!” she screeched.

“Probably hiding under a rock because he’s a weak excuse of a man,” I replied.

“Liar! You’ve done something to my boys!” Wanda-Faye shrieked.

“Lady, your sons beat the crap out of a defenceless woman and left her for dead. They’re fuckin’ running scared because they’re yellow-bellied and not real men,” I retorted. We were gathering a crowd, and I didn’t give a shit. “Everyone in town knows what your asshole sons did. Nobody’s on your side, Wanda-Faye.”

I stared at the two bitches with her. Both seemed young, and both were giving Luca and me lustful stares. Holy fuck, what the hell?

“You harmed my poor babies!” Wanda-Faye wailed. There was a malicious glint in her eyes. “You’re murderers! This town knows you killed Carter Smith and paid that whore of a sheriff off.”

I grinned nastily, and Wanda-Faye flinched as I stepped forward, and she backed up two spaces. “They know, do they? They saw us killing him? Then why ain’t they gone to the police?”

“Everyone’s scared of you, criminals!” Wanda-Faye yelled.

“Bitch, none of us in Rage have a criminal record. Sure, we’ve been arrested but never charged. Have a guess why. Nothing sticks because there’s no evidence. Now if we were gonna kill your scumbag kids, we’d torture them for a while. Let them experience the suffering their victims did. Then we’d feed them to the hogs, or the gators, or sneak them into a crematorium so they’d never be found.”

Wanda-Faye gasped dramatically. “You’re admitting it!” she yelled triumphantly.

“Ain’t admitted shit. Because the thing is, your stupid asshole son, Dawson, used his credit card a couple of towns over.” I grinned.

“Liar! That was one of you!” Wanda-Faye yelled.

“Not according to the footage the shop sent over to the sheriff. Haven’t you heard? I’m sure she’ll be in contact soon because your dumbass husband was on the camera with him!” I laughed.

Wanda-Faye went white and then bright red. People in the crowd began laughing. “Think the sheriff is getting a warrant for obstruction of justice.”

“Why don’t you fuck off and die!” she snarled.

“Such a foul mouth.” I looked her up and down. “Yup, hillbillies in Minnesota, who’d have thought it. Ain’t no mountain close by, though, so where do you live? In the sewers because you stink like them.”

Wanda-Faye shrieked and reached out to slap me. I caught her hand. “Hit me, and I’ll retaliate.”

“He just threatened abuse!” Wanda-Faye screeched.

“Anyone got any damn earplugs?” I demanded. “Go home, bitch, you might beat the sheriff there before she arrests your piece of shit husband.”

I grinned as Cates drove past with a deputy following behind. “There she goes.”

“Norma, Nora, come on!” Wanda-Faye yelled. She hitched up the long skirt she wore and began running down the road. Jesus, I certainly didn’t need to see that.

“I need eye bleach,” I bitched to Luca, who was laughing.

“Get going, ain’t nothing for you here,” he said to the two women. One winked at him, and he physically recoiled.

“If you ever want a good time, I’m single,” she cooed.

“I’d rather cut my cock off than stick it in you. Do you even bathe?” Luca spat, and the crowd laughed.

“Once a week. No point wasting water, is there,” she replied, and everyone gaped. She was deadly serious.

“Norma, Nora, come on,” Wanda-Faye shouted.

One of the women leaned in. “Tell that stuck-up whore we’re coming for her. We’ll make a man of her kid.” She waggled her fingers and sauntered away.