“Got it, Prez.”
Prez eyeballed them all, probably gauging how fucking likely they were to lose it. He seemed satisfied with what he saw and nodded,
“Alright, let’s end these fuckers.”
Hollywood joined them and they headed towards the outhouses.
Bones
He was barely holding it together. They’d questioned and nearly killed the two fuckers who were slowly bleeding out and they didn’t know shit. That he was sure of as they have very effective questioning techniques; branding, slicing and extractions are enough to loosen any fucking lips. All they’d known was that Dane exists and had an agreement with Wrath, their now dead club president, but not how to get in touch with him or how much money had exchanged hands. They shot up the club for revenge for Riot almost being ended by Fallen MC.
Bones couldn’t give two fucks about revenge. Riot was going to end one way or another at some point. Shit, now they’d taken out seven of the bastards he wasn’t sure how many members they even had left. But before they ended the last two he needed to know where Dane was. The fact that this small-time mafia wannabe fucker had evaded them so far was pissing everyone off.
As they walked in to the third outhouse, Bones knew this one would be different. There was defiance in his eyes and a self-satisfied air about him. Hollywood strode straight up to him and punched him in the jaw. Hollywood’s punch was akin to being hit with an anvil, so Bones knew that had to fucking hurt. The guy just smiled and spat out a tooth, leaving a trail of blood coating his chin. Hollywood moved as if to hit him again but Prez caught his arm.
“We need him to be able to speak.” Hollywood grunted and lowered his arm.
“Makes fuck all difference if I can talk or not. You fuckers aren’t gonna get me to say anything worth hearing anyway.”
Bones’ rage increased. This guy was a cocky fucker. He was confident and that meant he thought he was strong enough not to break. It could take hours, but he’d break.
It ended up taking forty-five minutes. Leaving the outhouse, he looked down and saw the fine sheen of blood that coated his leathers and flicked off a small bit of skin that was stuck to his arm. King grabbed his neck and pushed their foreheads together. He felt his hot breath on his face and knew what he was trying to get across. They knew where to find Dane. Thank fuck! Now if they could just get this last one to confirm it they’d be able to put an end to this shit storm.
*****
They got back to their room feeling fucking relieved and elated. The last guy, Mammoth, was Dane’s contact. They got addresses, phone numbers and drop-off points out of him before he succumbed to his injuries. It felt good to finally have a direction to go in. Prez had charged them with dealing with Dane, knowing full well there was no way they would be left behind.
Bianca was sat on the couch with the TV on and he could tell she wasn’t really watching it. She was in her own head to the point that she hadn’t noticed that they were back. He was desperate to get his hands on her but he wasn’t going to touch her with the blood of those bastards on his skin.
They’d found out a bit more about what had happened to Bianca while she was with Riot and he could honestly say that he relished every slice and broken bone he’d delivered to them. They’d whipped and starved, tortured her with sleep deprivation and left her cold and dirty for days on end. He wished they didn’t have to finish Mammoth so quickly. He would have loved to leave him rotting in that outhouse with his own shit and blood coating every inch of it.
They started to strip off their clothes. Bianca spotted them in her peripheral vision and jumped up to race towards them. She ground to a halt and stared horrified at the state of their clothes and hands.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” she chanted under her breath. She waved her hands in front of her as if she wanted to check that they were okay but couldn’t bring herself to touch the gore. Her eyes flashed over them cataloguing everything, searching for injuries.
“Stay there, beauty. We’re gonna jump in the shower, then we’ll tell you what we can.”
She nodded and wrung her hands together, shifting her stance with impatience.
Bianca
Her guys had just finished their shower. She fought the urge to go in there and bleach every surface to within an inch of it’s life. She couldn’t believe how they’d looked when they’d come back. They were stood covered in the blood of their enemies, muscles taut and sweat shimmering on the surface of their skin; fulfilling every Viking fantasy she’d ever had. The relief that that they weren’t harmed and the fact that they’d been doing all of this for her, made her blood heat and her heart race.