Page 39 of Empower

I stepped forward then, “Have I ever put my dick inside you?”

She glared, then muttered, “No.”

I nodded, “And I know for a fact that neither Ripper nor Red has either. So, your reasons for this shit are invalid. Wanna try that shit again.”

“She wanted to be an ol’ lady. That’s all it fucking boils down to,” Clip growled out.

“Then she went about it the wrong fucking way. No man wants to slide his cock into a snatch that his brothers have also been in.” Gravel stated.

That was the undiluted fucking truth.

Ripper continued to work her over, but he threatened to cut off other parts of her body any time she refused to talk.

We didn’t bother to tell her that if she told us everything, we would let her go.

Mitzie had been a club girl for three years now, she knew that if you came into that shed and you didn’t bare a Wrath MC kutte then you wouldn’t come out of it alive.

Seeing that Ripper was slowing down I knew that it was time to end it.

I whistled for everyone to file out of the shed and let Ripper finish up.

I reached inside my kutte and pulled out my pack of cigarettes and my lighter.

After a few pulls on my cigarette, Ripper walked out of the shed with a red rag, “Done?”

He nodded, then headed into the clubhouse to take care of any evidence that would be on his body.

Three prospects along with Tank got the body out of the shed and moved it to the wagon we had attached to the back of a four-wheeler.

Mitzie’s body would be tossed in an area we called no man’s land.

And it seemed only fitting for the bitch to be eaten by animals.

And I couldn’t name a single soul that the bitch had met her timely demise.

***

It had been one thing after another, and fucking hell, all I wanted to do was to get Lena, have that talk with her, and go somewhere.

Quiet. Isolated. Something where no one could find us. No technology.

Speaking of no technology, my phone went off a-fucking-gain.

But not before I read a message from Ripper.

Ripper - Mitzie’s body was gone, a few scraps of clothes and a few pieces of bone remained, but the rest had been mutilated by wild animals.

Good. Fucking. Riddance

Seeing the name that popped up on my phone I felt my brows raise, it’s been a long fucking time.

No longer agitated at my phone blowing up, I took the call.

“What’s going on fucker?”

Trident chuckled, well, what sounded like a chuckle.

I met Trident years ago when we worked an op together in the Kandahar Province. And let me tell you something, I’ve never met an official badass, but I can definitely say that he is one.