“What the fuck do you want?” He makes no attempt to cover himself up, so I point my gun down at his discarded pants on the floor.
“Cover your shit up,” I order, and then watch him casually reach for them.
The whore stands from the floor with the help of Sy and reaches for her dress.
“Do you mind telling me what this is about?” Morre asks when he’s covered his shriveled dick.
“We’re going for a drive. We’re gonna have some words,” I tell him, pointing to his shirt.
“I can assure you, whatever you need to discuss doesn’t interest me.” He ignores his shirt and puffs his chest out. Somehow his pants have given him some newfound confidence.
“No? I think the video you just made could be of some interest to you.” I nod to Angel, and she moves to the freestanding closet, opens it up, and pulls out a video camera.
Thank fuck Tiny could set this shit up.
“You think your threats interest me?” He reaches for his phone, but I’m faster, snatching it from his hands. I drop it to the floor and stomp my boot into it, smashing it to pieces.
“You think this is a threat?” I step in closer and press my gun into his pasty chest. “You have no fucking idea. Put your shirt on. You’re coming with us.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you.” I point my gun at his thigh and pop a round into his flesh.
“Fuck.” He falls to the bed, clutching his leg.
“Last warning. You’ll have another hole if you fight this.” He looks up, fear, panic, and anger flash all over his face, before resignation.
“Fuck you!” The cocksucker isn’t bright. I train my gun on his right leg, and let the pop ring out before his screams take over once again.
“That’s two rounds in less than a minute. We need to wrap this up,” Nix reminds me over the screams of the Mayor. I don’t want to rush this, but he’s right. We need to get him out.
“Not gonna tell you again, Morre.”
“You’re gonna have to kill me,” he spits, deciding the next move for me.
“You’re not gonna walk. We’ll carry you.” I bring the butt of my gun down on the side of his head and knock him out cold.
“Get the van ready, Jesse. Hunter, Sy, help me with him.” They both move at my command, Sy taking his legs, Hunter on his arms. “Nix, make sure we have a clear path.” Nix nods, leaving us alone.
“You okay?” I ask the girl.
“Yep, you go. I’ll sort it.” She hands me the tape. I slide it into my back pocket as she moves to her bag and pulls out her cell. I don’t give her a second thought. I pick up his shirt and then help Hunter with his other hand and start to drag him out of the ratty hotel.
“Fucker better hold up enough for me to have my shot at him,” Sy grumbles under his breath.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take it slow on him. You’ll have your shot,” I assure him as we carry him down the stairs and into the back of the van.
“Straight to the barn.” I turn to Hunter.
“Got it,” he says, moving to the driver’s side.
“Jesse, you stay here and make sure that everything gets cleaned up,” Nix orders, and I’m grateful for it. If this turns Red, I’m not sure he’s gonna be able to handle it. The last thing we need is him going green on us.
“Yep, boss.” He moves back to the steps, following his orders.
“Let’s roll.” I pick up my pace as I head back to my bike and watch Hunter speed out of the parking lot.
“You sure you want to do this, Beau? There’s no going back from this.”
“I’ve done worse for less to better men,” is my only response.
“And you’ve come back from that. You sure you wanna head back there?”
“The only thing driving me forward now is knowing this will be the end, Nix,” I tell him what he wants to hear. He mounts his bike, not saying anything else.
This is happening.
Maybe later my decision will play with me, maybe it won’t. But I won’t waste another second thinking about it right now though.
I have to do this. For Mackenzie. For Kelly. For this to end.
I already let down one woman in my life. I’m not making the same mistake again.
“I’m not telling you anything.” Morre slurs his words, still fighting his restraints as I land another blow to his face.
We’ve been going at it for an hour, and I’m not sure how much longer I can keep up. I just want the fucker dead, but know I can’t take it anywhere close to there. Not until we have the information we need.
“You fucking will, even if it’s the last words you say.” I punch him again, splitting the bridge of his nose. I don’t even care how fucked-up he looks, or how clean Nix wanted this. There’s someone out there who is responsible for Kelly being in the hospital and I want a fucking name before we finish this fucker off.
“You and that bitch won’t get away with this.” Before I realize what I’m doing, my fist is connecting with his mouth. He twists his head and spits blood out onto the dirty barn floor.
“Call her a bitch again, and I’ll put another bullet in you.” I shake my fists out. I’m getting over his bullshit. He has no proof on Chad, but it’s in his head, and he’s not letting it go.
“Nix, Warriors just pulled up.” Hunter’s voice travels across the barn.
“What the fuck are they doing here?” Nix pushes off the bench and makes his way outside.
“Listen, fucker, you’re dead either way I see it. Give me the name and I’ll make sure we go easy.” I have no desire to follow my promise through, but he doesn’t need to know.
“You have no idea who you’re messing with.” He dodges my question and continues with his shit.
“No, I know you’ve been dealing with Axle David.” His eyes find mine at the name. “You don’t think we know about your connections, Mayor?”
“I can explain.” I almost laugh. I doubt there is any possible way for him to explain this clusterfuck.
Axle David is known as the leader of a human trafficking organization in Arizona. One of the largest ones, on this side of the country. Connections to the Mayor tell me Axle’s organization runs a lot deeper than anyone knows.
“I don’t think you’re gonna be able to find a way out of this one, Mayor.” I smirk, knowing we have him right where we want him.
“Beau, we have a problem.” I turn back and watch Nix walk back in with T and three of his guys.
“He’s ours, T. Fuck off,” I tell him right out. How the fuck did he know we were here? Someone obviously talked back at Pink House.
“Give him up, Beau. Trust me, you don’t want this marker on your head. You kill him, you’re only bringing more shit to your doorstep.”
“And you expect me to believe you give a fuck?” I fire back. I don’t know what T’s intentions are here, but I’m not willing to give him up, so the Warriors can settle whatever it is they want with him.
“We have a relationship with them. We also have our own agenda.” He offers nothing for me to go off.
“And you want us to trust your agenda is going to sit well with us.”
“You owe us.”
“Last time I heard, you owe us, T. I’m not giving him up.”
“You will if you want your woman to walk away with murder.” My mind blanks for a second, before clearing and realizing what he just said.
“The fuck you say?” I take two steps toward him. Nix moves to my right, Sy to my left. I know I’m fucking losing. I’m walking a steep precipice here. But fuck, I can’t seem to give a fuck.
“Rumors.” He raises both hands in surrender.
“Yeah, rumors, this fucker’s been spewing to anyone and everyone.” I point back to the piece of shit tied to one of the support beams.
“Let us take care of this, Nix. There are larger things at play here.” T ignores my anger and turns to the one person who can put a stop to it.