“No!” I grabbed Clean as he tried to rip his arm out of my grasp.
I put my hands up to appease him, “Wait, we don’t know which ones are the fucking spies and if we kick everyone out we still won’t know. We have to flush them out or at least identify them. We don’t know how many and if we just start killing the ones we know, there is no telling how many people will get killed in the process. Family, friends, wives, children.”
Clean settled down only slightly.
“I’m not really with this waiting shit but he’s right.” Rooster said from where he was standing.
“What you got Prez?” Wire asked looking at me for direction. I may not be patched in as the leader of this club but my brothers would always look to me for guidance. They trusted me.
“We have one cornered in with Vida. They are in the room. Wire, can you get him to talk, silently?”
I needed my pain manager; I needed the cold-hearted fuck that thought up some truly insane ways to torture a fucker.
“Ok, I need a knife.”
“I have one here.” I pulled out the knife I had from Mikki and handed it over to Wire. He flicked the blade slightly checking to see how sharp the instrument was.
“Yes, this will do. Archer I need you to get one of your gag’s a heavy duty one.”
Archer nodded and walked out of church.
“Clean, we knocked Prez out so you are going to have to carry him upstairs to where Vida is so we can get in.”
“You got it. Hop up buddy.” Clean said bending over so I could throw myself over his shoulder.
“If you fucking drop me, I’m going to kick you in the dick.” I said matter-of-factly.
I jumped onto his shoulder and let my body go limp. Clean stood up like he had a bag of flour on his shoulder and not a grown ass man. I needed to put some more weight on or something.
We all walked out of the doors and the party was still in full swing. I peeked out of my closed eyes to see if anything strange was going down, besides a few people looking at me and whispering I couldn’t see anything.
We all made it up the stairs Archer standing at the top waiting for us. He walked up behind us and Rooster opened up the door to where Vida and Angel stayed.
“Hey what the fuck, can’t we get some fucking privacy?” The man yelled out as the door slammed open.
“Oh my bad bro, we need to drop his ass…” Before Clean finished his explanation, Rooster, Archer and Shepard grabbed the man and put a hand over his mouth to keep him from screaming out. I jumped off Clean’s shoulder and grabbed the man’s head.
“Where the fuck is Vida?” I asked my voice as calm as I could get it.
“Fuck you.” He mumbled from behind Roosters hand over his mouth.
I listened and I could hear something start to bump from the side of the room. I walked over to where I heard it and listened closer. The sound was coming from the closet. I opened the door slowly and could see Vida and Angel tied up and stuffed into the closet. I couldn’t send them out or the spies downstairs would know that something was up.
I pulled off the gag and the ropes around their hands.
I knelt down but did not let them out of the closet.
“What the shit, move.” Vida said through a busted lip. She looked like she was smacked around a bit but nothing that an icepack wouldn’t fix.
“I can’t Vida, you and Angel have to stay in here for a bit. We have to do some things that I’d rather you didn’t see but we can’t let you leave the room.”
Vida nodded her head. She understood but Angel didn’t.
“I don’t want to stay in here, it’s dark and cramped. I want Mikki. I want to get out.” She began to cry and as much as I wanted to pick her up and hold her I knew this wasn’t the time.
“Angel baby, I promise as soon as its over I will come get you to come out. Here watch something on my phone.” I pulled out my phone and my ear buds for her to watch something and hopefully shield her from anything that would scar her further.
“I got her Alex, do what you got to do.” Vida wrapped her arms around the little girl who was already lost in the world of YouTube.
I closed the door and walked back over to where Wire was setting up a space to work. The bastard already had the gag in his mouth and was doing everything to fight. He was getting nowhere.
Wire used the rope that was already in the room to tie the man to a chair. His knees were on the ground and his midsection was bent over the seat of the chair with his back facing the ceiling.
“I don’t have time to give you my undivided attention, so you are going to do what I ask or you going to be in more pain then you ever thought possible. How many of your people are here?”
“Fuck you bitch!” The man mumbled through the gag.
Wire tore the man’s shirt off and went to work. He used the very tip of the knife and drew a grid like pattern on the man’s back, cutting deep into his flesh. He screamed and writhed but he couldn’t get up and the gag kept the sound down.
“I am going to ask you again. How many?” Wire asked in a monotone, calm voice.
“Motherfuck. Fuck. Fuck.” The man shook his head no. He was already regretting his decision to come into our club house.
Wire took the knife and with expert precision, sliced the man’s back off. Square by fucking square, not deep enough to hit an artery but deep enough that we could see the sinew of his muscles.
