Page 20 of Blade
“Sure, Pres,” Venom says, “So you won’t care that Michelle mentioned thatLunawon’t be at work today because she has college at Rose Meadow’s Clearview College meaning I could go in and fuck her in the staff room?”
A lump forms in my throat, and the urge to run out here and climb on my bike is high, but I swallow it and state, “No, I don’t give a shit, but what I do care about is questioning these fuckers,” I point to the paused screen, “and finding out what they know.”
The brothers don’t drop their smirks and shit-eating grins as they nod, and I roll my eyes before banging the gavel to end church, pissed that we haven’t gotten into the club’s finances or the subject of my mother.
Money has disappeared from Dark Angel’s Girls, and the last person seen in the office before the cash went missing was Snatch, who used to manage the girls before deciding to become a clubwhore. Then there’s my mother, demanding to be allowed to get a job outside of the club, pissing Dad off.
In all the time they’ve been together, she never worked and now suddenly she wants to find a job and she didn’t even say this to me herself, she messaged Dad for the first time in weeks, still giving us all the cold shoulder.
I think we need to allow her to come back inside the clubhouse and takeover with the clubwhores again. Since we banned her the bitches have been slacking, and I wanted to talk it out with the brothers, plus, it is weird as fuck that she's not fighting for her old lady cut.
Sighing, I stand, look around the room, and state, “In two days, another meeting will occur at six in the evening. After we question their prospects, we’ll devise a plan regarding the Furies and our revenge. We need to discuss the two grand missing from Dark Angel’s Girls and my mother’s place within this club because, let's face it, she's the only one right now who can keepthe fucking clubwhores in check with their jobs that have gone been shitty lately.”
The brothers nod, suddenly serious, and I walk around the table and out the door.
I have some soon-to-be dead fuckers to question.
I lick my bottom lip as I watch Venom punch the man sitting on the chair in the middle of the room in the face.
The basement holds a metal, soundproof room with a singular chair in the middle. Chains are attached to the floor and wrapped around the man’s wrists, holding his arms down on the chair so he can’t move, chains are also wrapped around either foot.
The first prospect knew nothing. After two hours of interrogating him while his friend watched on with fear, all he could tell us was that he was told to ransack the club and to kill anyone who got in their way, civilian or not.
One thing that did stick was his confusion over why only prospects are being sent out to do Axe’s dirty work.
Venom has been hitting the second guy for the past ten minutes, not getting a word out of him. Every question he asks, the guy keeps his mouth shut, and I don’t know if it’s because he really doesn’t know or if he thinks the Furies are worse than us.
The man is an idiot, though, because once I get involved, he’ll sing like a canary.
Everyone knows my reputation with a blade.
The guy's head lolls back, his eyes rolling, and I chuckle, “Don’t let him pass out, brother. We can’t get information from an unconscious man.”
Venom grunts and steps back, causing the man to blink and look up. He is probably confused as to why Venom has stepped away from him, and Cannon chuckles, looking at the soon-to-be dead guy with glee.
Every time we torture someone, Cannon is always present because, well, the fucker is a loose cannon, hence his road name. Growing up, our generation knew if Cannon was disciplining us, then we were to be scared, and having him around here, he gives off mean energy. Case in point, the side eye the guy gives him, swallowing hard before he looks at Venom again who tilts his head my way and slowly, I get my blade out of my boot, and the man's dark hazel eyes widen, and fear shines.
“Now, I’ve sat back and watched you and your buddy there,” I nod to the slumped dead man beside him, “keep quiet, and you see, I can’t keep hanging back anymore,” I crouch before him and try to look apologetically and say, “Our bar manager, a normal, hardworking civilian was attacked, an elderly man lost his life, and you know I can’t let that go right?”
He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bopping, and he stutters, “I-I, please, I didn’t hurt-hurt anyone.”
I hum and remind him, “But you did rape a girl, freshly turning twenty-one in the corner of the club, thinking we wouldn’t notice,” his face pales despite the blood already marring it, “And there is one thing I hate the most, it’s rapists.”
His breathing picks up as I slowly bring my blade up and line the point of it at his eye. He quickly turns his head, but Cannon is behind him instantly, holding it still, and he screams,“Please, please, I’m sorry, please…”
Smirking, I stand and stab the blade into his right eye with force.
He screams and thrashes in the chair, making the men chuckle, and I quickly remove the blade, blood pissing out of his eye, making me smirk with satisfaction.
“Please, please, please,” he sobs, “j-just kill me, please have mercy…”
I tilt my head and remind him, “Ah, just like you had mercy on that girl or on my club?” I crouch in front of him again andstate, “My brother here asked you a question earlier. Why is Axe so determined for a war?”
He breathes heavily and admits, “I-I don’t know if it is him,” and the brothers still as I stand in shock.
“What the fuck does that mean?” Psycho demands and the guy cries, “Brock has b-been g-giving the orders, not Axe.”
“Who is Brock?” I demand to know, digging the blade into his hand. He screams,“Our VP, he’s our VP. Please have mercy, please.”
