I couldn’t fucking believe it. He was putting me up for a promotion; Wire wanted me to be the club's pain manager, the Enforcer. Once Wire had taken the seat as President, his old seat was left open. He had been wearing both hats for a long time. It was a damn shame my years of being on the wrong end of a cruel bitch was how I learned the skill set that would make me perfect for the new role. It was the truth, though; I was a fucking perfect choice.
Prez looked over at me from where he was sitting, “Where’s your head, kid? I see you got the talent, but it won’t mean shit to us if you crack.”
“I’m good.” I looked around. Once I was out of that room, what I’d just done was gone from my mind. I wanted to go wash his blood off, but I wouldn’t spare one fucking tear for Marcel. He deserved every fucking thing I did to him and then some. “Just another day.”
“Yup, that motherfucker is crazy as fuck,” Ripper said from beside me, a slight smile on his face. Jokes.
Wire examined my face, maybe to see if I was bullshitting about being okay. I stood there, more excited than anything, imagine the punishments I could dole out on all those fucks who would pass through my cave. Oh, the possibilities.
“Fuck it. I vote yea.” Wire’s rich voice echoed through the air. Followed by an almost instantaneous eruption of ‘yea’s’ from everyone around the table. “So it’s set, Ink, you earned this.” He pulled out his old tags from his wallet and slid them over to me. I grabbed them quickly and put my hand out to give him a pound. I was so damn happy. He leaned back and looked at me strangely.
“Maybe you want to wash the brain off your hands first?” He indicated my outstretched hands. I was still covered in blood.
“Oh shit, my bad.” I backed up a small smirk on my face.
“We done, get your shit together we are moving out tomorrow.” Wire got up and made his way to the door. I put the tags in my pocket.
Friday, I would be free.
Chapter 24
We would be starting on the road tomorrow, and I didn’t want to leave Jazmine without her knowing what was going on. Just in case something unexpected went down, I didn’t want her to worry. I knew she would.
I parked my bike and walked up to the door, but when I went to knock, it pushed open.
Fuck. What the fuck.
I stepped in and could hear talking.
“I said I don’t know what you’re talking about. There is no one else that lives here; it’s just me. There’s nothing else for me to tell you.”
“Bullshit!”
My hands curled into fists at my sides, and I took larger strides toward that voice. A voice I recognized, Lou’s voice.
“It’s okay. He’s probably already gotten rid of the girl, and you’ll be a nice addition to our parties. I think I should try you out first and make sure our clients will like you.” His slimy words infuriating me even more as I slowly made my way to him. I peeked around the corner and could see he had Jazmine tied up to a chair and was hovering over her. His back to me, I stepped out a little so she could see me. Her eyes sweeping over me, but her expression never changing as Jazmine tried to convince my former captor she didn’t know who I was. She wasn’t crying, she wasn’t panicked, as if the girl had practice being tied up and questioned by a madman before. I’d have to find out. I walked behind him as softly as I could, doing my very best to make no sound. I could see the gleaming metal of the gun in his hand, and I didn’t want Lou to hear me. He could kill her before I ever got a chance to disarm him.
He reached out to grab her, but she leaned back from his grasp, “Don’t you put your perverted hands on me, asshole, I swear you will regret it.”
“Oh, you're a feisty bitch? I like that. I’ll fuck that right out of you.” He pulled his hand back and slapped her hard across the face.
I roared, no longer caring about the element of surprise, he’d laid a hand on her. He quickly turned, bringing around the arm holding the gun. I kicked the weapon out of his grip, watching it land out of reach.
He tried to rush me. His arms wrapped around my midsection, but he wasn’t strong enough to push me back. I lifted my leg and kneed him hard in the face. I grabbed him by his head and slammed the crown of it into the wall. He was unconscious almost immediately. I could have killed him right there, but I had other plans for the man who was almost as cruel as Ruby Giles, the man who fished for a shark using me as bait. Yes, I wanted his death to last a lot longer.
I rushed over to Jazmine, who was still sitting on the chair, her face red from the slap. “Jazmine, fuck, are you okay? Did he hurt you?” I asked as I quickly tried to untie the ropes he’d used to keep her down.
“I’m fine. I’m sorry this was my fault.” She berated herself as she rubbed her newly freed wrists.
I helped her out of the chair and brought her face up to mine so I could examine the bruise, “How do you figure that, all this is my mess.”
“I heard someone here, and I thought it was
