Castor leaned back in his chair. “The evidence connects you to the police. Your burner phone messaging officers. Your phone signal hitting towers in the same location as two police officers on the day after Zethan’s demotion, the day before the cops raided our secret clubhouse and took the trafficked women, and the day before the recent delivery.”
“Someone’s framed me,” Brix protested.
“You framed us, cunt.” I jammed my finger on the wood.
I gestured at Alaric to do his thing, and magick snapped on the bond as he read the five men with his Horus gift, a power that only grew stronger with Aaliyah with us. His finger pointed to Brix. Our man. The fucking traitor who ratted us out to the cops.
Boiling and erupting inside, I moved behind Brix and grabbed the back of his neck and slammed his head into the table. Wood cracked and so did his skull from the force. The fat fuck sank from his chair and dropped to the floor.
He rolled over groaning. “What the fuck, Slade?” Brix swiped at his broken and bleeding nose.
Pleading. Cursing. Promising. Heard it before. All lies.
I kicked him in the ribs, and I heard three satisfying snaps of bone. “You’ll address me as President, you traitorous cunt!”
Brix raised two pitiful palms to protect himself. “I’m no traitor, I swear!”
Pitbull, Benny, Dusty, and Chev watched as their brother went down for his treachery to his brothers and club.
“Yeah?” I snarled, adding another sharp kick, breaking two more bones. “That’s not what Sergeant Ally had to say to Hacker!”
Brix went pale, realizing his time was up. Lucky he got in that last blowjob before he died. What I’d do if death closed in on me.
I leaned my palms down on my knees as I hovered over the dead cunt. “For five thousand bucks, he told us all about your little plans. How you wanted to take me and Zethan out, and install yourself as club management with the cops’ help and a fat payoff of twenty k.”
“I—I don’t want to be club management,” Brix stuttered, more blood spurting from his smashed nose.
Yeah, he did.Cunt was dirty that we cast him over for a promotion when I elevated Castor to VP. This pathetic asshole thought he was management material. He’d run the Jackals into the ground.
“Any last words?” I hailed at Brix’s crew to assist me with my next task.
“No, Slade, please.” Brix kicked as Benny and Pitbull held him down while Dusty unhinged his belt and tugged down his jeans and boxers.
Not even a plea to look after his wife or kids.
I removed my knife and licked the cool metal, savoring the flavor of carbon steel before making the cut. “You’ve always been a cockhead. What do we do to cockhead traitors who sabotage the club?”
Set and I relished grabbing his dick, shrunken in fear, slicing that tiny fucker off. Blood splattered on my face, and I swiped a taste with my tongue. Brix let out a blood-curdling scream that warmed my heart.
“This is for the women you retraumatized, you cunt.” I shoved his dick down his throat and covered his nose. “And for the brothers you swore to protect.”
Brix wrestled me, and I upped the pressure over his face, his reddening cheeks and neck, bulging eyes, and bursting blood vessels feeding the rage in me. Dark satisfaction washed through me when he stopped breathing and went limp. I released his face and shoved his head aside to stand.
“Genius, give his missus one hundred thousand to care for her kids and for having to put up with his cunt.” I kicked Brix’s dead body.
Dusty glared at me. “You didn’t give Jaxx’s missus any cash.”
“That was different,” I snarled, cutting him down with my scowl for challenging my authority. “She wasn’t married to a traitor and cunt!”
Magick brimmed on the bond as Castor made the transaction to Brix’s wife, severing her connection to the Jackals’ Wrath MC. Unless some other brother wanted to make her his old lady. Doubted it. Her pussy was dirty after having that cunt’s cock in it.
I turned to Zethan. “Deal with this fucker’s body, would you?”
No funeral. No send off. Definitely no recognition of his membership.
Zethan gave me a stern nod, then jerked his head at Alaric, the two of them going to Brix’s dead body. Pitbull and Chev spat on the corpse as Zethan and Alaric lifted it, pretending to carry it to the infamous freezer out back, when in fact, they dragged his ass to the Underworld. Crocodile food.
“Dismissed. Go home. Get some rest. Be with your loved ones,” I ordered the rest of the men, and they muttered, swiping at their jaws, shaking their heads and leaving. “Be back in on Monday!”
