“Then let it be done. Vienna, you’re with me.”
“Right-o, boss. What are we doing?”
I smirked at him. “There’s someone else that needs delivering to the Riders.”
Vienna and I drove straight to the garage whilst leaving the rest of the men to hack up the bodies.
Callum had been tied up in here since the moment he was brought to the club. Hard to believe it was just a little over twenty-four hours since I had escaped him, yet here we were.
And twenty-four hours was far too fucking long for him to still be breathing.
The overwhelming stench of bodily fluids greeted us as we pushed up the garage door and ducked under, slamming it down after us.
“Jesus wept,” Vienna said, bringing his arm up and burying his nose in his elbow. “One man made that smell?”
“Alright, Callum?” I asked, ignoring Vienna. It was always best to ignore Vienna.
“So, you’ve finally come to deal with me, have you?” he said weakly, spitting at my feet. I noticed his face was covered in dried blood, and his lip was split open.
“Seems my men have been dealing with you in my absence.”
“That sadistic fucker there,” Callum nodded angrily at Vienna. “Comes in here every hour, on the hour.”
I twisted my neck to look at Vienna, who was grinning like a maniac. “What the fuck have you been doing to him?” I laughed.
“I’ve been exercising. He kept getting in the way,” he shrugged.
“He’s tied to a chair…”
“Yeah and taking up a lot of space.”
“What have you been exercising with?”
“This,” he reached under the table and pulled out a heavy-looking sock.
“A sock?”
“A sock,” he repeated, grinning a grin that was even more evil than before.
“What’s in the sock, Vienna?”
“Err… hold on,” he said, pulling it open. “There are a couple of rusty nails, a screwdriver, a few razor blades, a rock or two, a pocketknife, and a couple of small ankle weights. Oh, and a packet of mints.”
“Mints?” I laughed.
“I get hungry when I work out.”
I just shook my head and turned back to Callum.
“I just thought I’d let you know – the club has gone. As we speak, my men are burning it to the ground, erasing all evidence it was ever there.”
“Bullshit,” Callum hissed. “You can’t get justice for that whore of yours if you’ve burnt all the evidence.”
“Oh, we got our justice,” I said, turning to nod at Vienna. He pulled out his phone and pulled up the video of us slaughtering every member of Callum’s club. He closed his eyes, but he couldn’t close off the noise of the screams and begs for mercy.
“So, it seems like we’re done with you now. There’s just one more question I need to ask you.”
He opened his eyes, and this time it was my turn to grin evilly.