Page 28 of Tanner (Dirty Misfits MC 5)
He glared at me. “And if they die, none of that will matter, Tan.”
I threw my hands up into the air. “So, we’re just going to keep those assholes tied up downstairs while we feed them our food and use them for nothing?”
He charged me until my back was against the wall. “You raise your voice like that one more time, and I’ll have your balls in a mason jar on my nightstand. You got that?”
I smirked. “Look who’s pissed off now.”
He stepped back and rolled his shoulders, but I wasn’t having it. I tore away from our president and went in search of the one person that I knew would be on board with my plan. The only other person that was pissed that we had even been put into this situation in the first place.
“Hey, Cole,” I said.
He looked over at me. “What?”
I crooked my finger. “Need you over here for a second.”
He sighed. “Man, I’m making myself a damn sandwich right now. You got something more important than my stomach being hungry?”
I walked up to him, leaned against the counter, and lowered my voice. “How about beating up on some Black Flags for info, huh?”
He slowly looked over at me before he pushed his plate away, and the two of us headed down into the basement. We had to sneak out of the warehouse and wrap around, but once we dipped in through the cellar doors and closed them behind us, I clicked on the small light we were afforded down here.
Only to watch the two Black Nugget assholes quickly scoot away from it.
“Light hurt your eyes?” Cole asked.
He walked over and fisted one of the guys shirts before tossing him into a chair.
“Good,” I said as I grabbed a chair of my own.
Cole hovered over my shoulder as I scraped the chair along the floor. The man’s lower lip already quivered, and if I didn’t have a heart of steel I probably would’ve felt bad for him.
Guess you should’ve chosen a better moral code.
“All right, this is how this is gonna work: I ask a question once, and if you don’t give me what I need, my friend here will beat you until I say ‘stop.’ Got it?”
Cole cracked his knuckles as the man’s swollen face nodded. “Got it.”
“Good. Now, where’s Chops?”
The guy still on the ground snickered and Cole reared his foot back. His steel-toed boot connected with the man’s ribs and the way he cried out made me happy that we had sound-proofed the fucking cellar in the first place. I held eye contact with the guy sitting in front of me as his one good eye widened. The more Cole beat the guy on the ground, the more unsettled he became.
Then, I raised my hand and Cole stopped.
“Don’t think you’re immune because you’re on the floor,” I said plainly.
The man panted for air and spat what I figured was blood onto the concrete flooring before I leveled my eyes with the guy in front of me again.
“Now, where is Chops?” I asked.
“Don’t tell them shit,” the guy on the ground growled.
But the second I stood up and clenched my fists, the man in front of me sang like a goddamn pussy-ass canary.
“He’s probably working on the other shipment coming in tonight! H-h-he’s—he’s got this loft somewhere downtown. I don’t know where it is. No one does. But he goes there sometimes to work on shit because it’s closer to the docks and—”
“Shut up, Barty!” the man on the ground roared.
“I can’t take this anymore!” the other man shrieked.
I grinned. “Thanks for the info. We’ll bring you food when we can remember it. Cole?”
He harrumphed. “What?”
“Give these two a little love tap before you go.”
The guy in the chair whimpered. “No, no, no. Please. My teeth. I’ve already lost—no!”
But the man on the floor made a very misguided calculation. “Raven’s lookin’ mighty fine these days, you know.”
Cole stopped beating the one guy as I froze halfway up the steps. “What did you just say?”
The man chuckled. “Molly, too. Swollen with pregnancy. How far along is she now? Seven months?”
Cole growled. “One more word out of you and—”
“Have you met your daughter in person yet?”
I whipped around and charged the man on the floor, yanking him up by his blood-stained jacket. He laughed like a maniac as I shoved him against the wall, practically holding him up in midair as he danced on his tiptoes.
“Say one more word about those women. Try me,” I growled.
He leaned his face closer to mine. “I can’t wait to put Cheyenne to work. She’s gonna rake in so much money for us. I’ll buy a fucking mansion off the way she shakes her—”
“That’s it,” I glowered.
I felt the first punch as my knuckles cracked. I even felt the second punch as his jaw broke against my skin. But as my vision dripped with red, all I heard was Cole calling out to me in the distance while the other guy in the chair cried out in horror. Blood splattered against my face. The man gasped for air as I watched the light drain from his eyes.
