I run them over the back of their kutte.
Demented Demons MC.
Crimoor, Florida.
How the hell did Joker and Cypher miss this?
Are they so newly formed that there’s nothing on them?What role do they play in all of this?
My guys are good at what they do, and there’s no way in fuck they’d miss something like this unless there was nothing for them to find.
I reach a crescendo, my off-tune voice rushing through the night as I approach the Demented Demon with jaunty steps.
My brothers shake their heads with wicked little smiles as I pass by them and wiggle my fingers in a wave.
The filthy demon swings around.We stand in a stare-off, him aiming his gun my way, and me twirling my precious through the air.
“Ohhh, a duel.How exciting,” I say, bouncing on the balls of my feet.“Do you think you can hit me before my precious eats your face?”
Butcher sneaks up behind him, his eyes on me, waiting for my signal.He knows that when I get to two, he’ll take him out.
“One,” I sing.
My precious sings me a pretty tune as I rotate my wrist in an eight motion.The man’s finger twitches against the trigger, and my lip curls in the corner.
“Two.”
Just as my tongue curls over my front teeth to form the next count, Butcher wraps the garrote around his throat while Manic grabs the barrel of his gun and yanks it from the Demented Demon’s hand.He struggles in Butcher’s hold as I stroll up to them.
Once I have the sharp end of the axe blade resting right under the garrote, he releases the man’s throat.I drop my eyes to the front of the fucker’s kutte.
Crisco.
“Where’s your president?”
Crisco laughs but doesn’t answer.
“Hey, Manic?”
“Yeah, Prez?”
“What do you think crispy human skin tastes like?Think it’ll taste like chicken?Crisco here is looking a little greasy.He should light up real easy hung over the fire.”
“Bet it does taste like chicken.Want me to get a fire going so we can give him a taste test?”
Crisco’s eyes widen.“You’re fucking crazy, man.”
I shake my head and click my tongue.“Don’t you know?Being crazy is fun.What do you say, crispy Crisco?Are you going to tell me where he is, or do we get to have some roasted nuts over an open fire?”
Crispy Crisco doesn’t seem to appreciate the sound of my voice as I sing that last part to him.
What a party pooper.
“He’s not here,” he chokes out.
“Yeah, I can see that.”I sigh.“You’re too stupid, huh?It’s always the goddamn stupid ones I have to deal with.”I push on my blade a little until blood slides out from under it and glance over to Manic.“One time.Just one time, I’d like to go up against someone who has something inside their skull bigger than the head of a needle.Is that too much to ask for?”
Manic shakes his head.“Not at all, brother.It’s such a small ask, really.”
