“Right?”I grumble under my breath as I turn back to the demon under my blade.“Who is your president?”
He shakes his head, causing my blade to slip in deeper.
My eyes drop to his neck, and I grimace.“Oops.”
“He said,” the poor guy gasps.“He said to tell you he’d see you soon, brother.”
“Fucking Frankie,” I snarl, using my body weight to shove my axe through his throat, before pulling it out.
The man drops to his knees, his hands trying to stop the flow of blood pouring out of the enormous gash in the front of his throat.
“Here.Let me take care of that for you,” I croon, nodding to Butcher, who grabs the man’s hair as I lift my pretty precious again.
Two good swings are all it takes before Butcher holds Crisco’s severed head in his hand as his body falls to the side.
I take it out of Butcher’s hand and lift it so I can look into the lifeless eyes and gaping mouth.“There.All better, yeah?”Then I sit it on top of Crisco’s body, slide my precious back into her holder, and whip out my dick.“You look a little parched, buddy.This will help.”
Tucking my bottom lip between my teeth, I aim carefully so I can direct the stream of piss right into crispy Crisco’s mouth.
When my bladder is empty, I tuck my dick away and step back to survey the destruction around us.Bodies litter the ground while my brothers stand around them.A few of us suffered some injuries, but thankfully, no one suffered major harm.
“Let’s get this cleaned up and get the fuck home.We’ll clear the houses, but Frankie isn’t fucking here.”
Hannibal works on those of us injured, doing enough for us to get back to the clubhouse safely so we can get looked at by Giblet and his ol’ lady, Bambi.They’re the only medics we have right now, other than Hannibal, until we get us a doctor or nurse on the payroll.
It’s another hour before we get the bodies into Frankie’s house.Then we take the four cans of gasoline from the back of the cage.We soak the pile of bodies and the rest of the house.When we’re all standing a safe distance away, Savior does his prayer thing for his soul—and probably ours too—before he strikes a match and tosses it into the doorway.
There’s a few moments of silence before the fire catches, then it sounds like we’re in the bowels of fucking hell.
I lean against my bike, mesmerized by the orange- and blue-flamed devil dancing through the sky.
The cage Birdie lived in is gone, and by the morning it’ll be nothing but ashes.
We didn’t catch her demon here, but it’s only a matter of time until I’m able to slay him for her.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Iconsidergoingstraighthome for a few seconds, but the throbbing in my side warns me it’s not a good idea.My injuries will only worry her and my little mama has had enough of that in her life.
So, instead of driving past the clubhouse, I pull through the gate with the rest of my brothers.
We’re all battle-weary as we climb from our bikes, but the adrenaline still pumps through our systems.
Brothers grab sweetbutts as soon as we’re through the doors, tossing them over their shoulders and heading in other directions.Some pull the club girls to them right there in the common room, making quick work of their clothes and shoving their protected dicks inside.
Others grab their ol’ ladies and head to some of the private rooms upstairs, while others just find a darkened corner.
Giblet and Bambi grab their medical bags and get to work on those of us with injuries that needed more help.
Wanting to get home to my woman and kids, I grab what I need from Hannibal’s medical bag and head over to the pool table.I place the suture kit on the felt top and climb up.
I remove the holster that snuggles my precious and place it carefully on the pool table, then I slide my kutte from my shoulders.
After I pull my shirt off, I remove the bloody gauze from my side.Hannibal has the cut holding closed with pieces of medical tape.Once they’re off, the pieces of skin separate until I’m staring into a gash about half an inch deep.My fingers work quickly to get the big ass fucking needle ready.Unfortunately, the gash is on my dominant side and too far toward my back for me to get with my right hand.
I glance up for help, but Hannibal, Giblet, and Bambi are helping the others.The only ones not busy are a couple sweetbutts the brothers finished with.I don’t want Dimples or Spunky anywhere fucking near me, so I call for one of the newer girls.
“Cookie.Come here.”
