“You gonna tell me what that meeting was about?” I ask him.
Slash swats me on the back and points to the building off to the side. “He wanted to talk to you about goin’ out with his daughter. Tell me you didn’t go out with Dana.”
We finish our finds and run back to the clubhouse. I don’t like to leave my son alone too long. Especially when my time with him is so limited.
“You know her name?” I ask him. My paw is covering the door to the shed near our house.
“Everyone knows her name. Also, I have a present for you.”
“What’s the present?” I ask.
“Open the door and find out.”
224
Axl
We shift back into our human form and I instantly miss the comfort of being in my snow leopard form. There’s something so freeing about being able to run quicker than most living things. And, the food is so much better on this side. “Who the fuck is this loser?” I question the minute I open the door to the shed.
A man is chained to a chair with a sack over his head. All of the tools I have used in the past to get information is laid out for me next to him.
“So, remember that run we heard about a couple of days ago?” Slash baits me. I know he knows I know what he’s talking about.
“Yeah.”
“This is the conductor of the haul.”
I smirk at the man. I walk over to him with my teeth wanting to stick out. I rip the cloth off of his head and the second he sees me, he knows he’s fucked. “You like kidnappin’ girls? You like sellin’ them as if they are property?” I question him rhetorically.
The man shakes his head.
“What? I can’t hear you,” I taunt and rip the tape off of his mouth. “We’re gonna do this my way. I want to know everything you know about this shipment of girls. Do I make myself clear?”
The man’s eyes widen with fear. “I can’t tell you anything. They’ll kill my family!” The sackless asshole begs.
I shake my head at him. “See, this is where you fucked up already. I wasn’t asking you to tell me. Either you tell me, or I will make your life hell.”
“I’m already dead. If they find out where I am, I’m fucked. Do you understand? I’m totally fucked if they find out where I am!”
“Slash?” I ask my vice president.
He strolls over without a care in the world. “What’s up, prez?”
“What do we do with people who seem to have a hearin’ problem?”
“We make them hear,” he suggests. His fist flies through the air and hits the man in the mouth right away. “That was a warnin’. Next time, I’ll hit you harder. Tell my prez what you know.”
The man is chained to the chair but he still squirms trying to get away from us.
I walk behind the chair and put my hands around his neck. His neck is so small and I know I could crack it in just a second. This bastard thinks he can ignore me?
“Tell me what you know.”
He still remains silent. I squeeze my hands around his neck but that doesn’t work.
And the unfortunate part? I can’t read his mind worth a fucking shit.
Just when I’m about to crack his skull, Neo’s running through the shed with his tablet. The thing I like about having his as our tech guy, he always knows when we need him for something.
“Prez, I got something. This dude is a pawn. He’s nothing to the sellers of the girls.”
I smirk darkly. “Well, looks like we have ourselves a nice little trap tonight, brothers!”
“Please, just kill me! They are going to kill me!”
“Who’s they? Who are they? If you tell us, we will have mercy on you,” Neo explains candidly.
It’s not his call to offer this. However, the dude in the chair has no idea what we are capable of doing. I’m going to make sure he feels every ounce of pain he has given those girls.
“They have a shipment coming in tonight. That’s all I know!”
“Is it the shipment we stopped you from doing?” Slash demands.
The guy nods. “But there’s another one! This one is going right over the bridge tonight with about forty girls. They are all young.”
“You know if you’re lyin’ to me, I’m gonna kill you and make it hurt bad, right?” I question him.
He nods his head frantically.
“All right, brothers. Time to get to work.”
We have three hours to get this truck and get the girls off of it before they realize their pawn has been captured. Since the girls were on the way to the supplier, they wouldn’t know we already have this loser in our grasps.
They are fuckin’ stupid.
225
Dana
I have been stewing for the past ten hours plotting on ways to piss my dad off. How could he embarrass me like that? What does it matter to him if I’m hanging out with a biker and his son for lunch?
There has to be something more going on there.
Before I head to the school, I drive over to my parents’ house. I need answers and I need them now. There’s something my dad isn’t telling me and the fact that I haven’t gotten any sleep over it is bothering me.
What the hell does he know?
I pull up to the gates of the house and plug in the code to get in through the drive. A few years ago, my dad went paranoid and upped the security system to get into the house.
I wonder if that has anything to do with what we all don’t talk about.
Looking around the house to see if there is any movement, I climb out of my car and shut the door. I try not to slam it, but my nerves are all over the place and I slam it anyways.
“Dana! You’re here! Let me get you some breakfast,”
