“Stay down and away from the windows,” Digger instructed.
A second later the truck took off. She braced herself against the side of a seat. She peered around her and couldn’t see Bones or King – they hadn’t made it to the truck. Panic started stealing her breath as a vice closed around her heart. Where were they? She could feel herself hyperventilating and black dots started to obstruct her vision. Digger was shouting something but she couldn’t make it out. Her body felt heavy and she let the darkness take her.
Bones
Digger flew past them in the truck as he and King raced on foot to where the shots were coming from. He couldn’t believe Bianca had been hurt again. Fury like he’d never known pulsed like liquid fire through his veins and limitless energy flooded his system. He saw a slumped figure in dark clothes with a rifle laying loose on the floor next to it. Getting closer he realised it was middle-aged guy and he didn’t recognise him from Riot’s ranks.
He dove on top of him before he could recover from whatever injuries he had. When he groaned under his weight, Bones started to pummel his body and face until he felt his knuckles split.
King dragged him off. “Stop, Bones! Fuck, this fucker’s not dead yet and we need him to be able to talk.”
He nodded, knowing King was right but he didn’t release his hold on the guy. They stayed low and looked around to see if there was anyone else with this guy. He noticed bottles of water and takeout bags littering the ground around them. Clearly, this guy had been hired to watch Bianca’s place and take her out if he could.
His phone rang and King fished it out of his back pocket. Bones couldn’t talk right then. His mouth felt dry and he wasn’t moving his hands. He could hear King talking to someone but his focus was shot. His mind whirled and he was trying to puzzle together everything they knew, but there wasn’t much and what they did have didn’t yield any useful intel. Hollywood pulled up in his truck and Bones forced his body off this soon-to-be-dead bastard.
“Let’s move this bastard.”
Bones picked him up by his neck. He wasn’t a big guy, only about 140 pounds with thinning hair and a soul patch. He gagged and clawed at his hands as he dragged him to the truck. His eyes were just starting to roll when he dropped him on the floor in the cab. Hollywood threw him some long cable ties and he secured his hands and feet, not worrying about blood flow, he wouldn’t be needing his limbs when they were through with him anyway. The guy struggled, so he gut-checked him and the guy spent the rest of the journey heaving.
They pulled up at the compound and Digger threw the door open with such force he was sure it would come off the hinges. He reached in and dragged the guy onto the yard, where he got a few hard kicks in to his torso. Duke, Razor and Prez met them and King dragged the guy to an outhouse making sure his body came in contact with any broken glass and gravel.
Prez patted his shoulder, “Bianca’s fine. It was a graze, this pussy couldn’t shoot for shit, thank fuck. Slam’s given her a couple of stitches and put her out for a couple of hours so she doesn’t go in to shock.”
“How many stitches?” He knew the bullet had only grazed as there wasn’t much blood, but any blood was too much blood as far as he was concerned.
“Not sure. Not many I don’t think. Anyway, she was more worried about you two,” he pointed at him and King. “We told her you were fine and on your way back and she calmed down. Slam’s treated her in your room so she doesn’t have to move too much.”
Bones was thankful that Slam was sedating Bianca as it could be a while before they were free to go to her. They walked inside the outhouse. He didn’t think he’d be back in one of these so soon. It was only a few weeks ago they were beating the hell of out Helen after she worked over Nicole. Hollywood threw Digger a wallet that he pulled off the guy.
“His name is Jerry Fields, 32. Plenty of credit cards, $260, a bank card and a voucher to Blitz Burgers.”
Bones couldn’t help but smile when he saw Digger pocket the voucher and the cash. Duke was texting the personal info to one of the brothers to do a search on him.
Bones focused on Jerry who was sat dazed and swaying on the metal seat. He’d sort that straight away. This guy was going to be fully awake when they started and cold air would solve that and make it so he would feel every bit of pain they tortured him with. He moved forward and pulled his knife from his boot and proceeded to cut his clothes off. By the time he was done, Jerry was stark naked with a few shallow cuts for his trouble, yet not coherent enough for his liking. Bones walked into the club and filled three metal buckets with ice cold water. He carried them back to the outhouse and threw each one at Jerry, making sure every inch of his skin was doused in icy wetness.