Page 26 of Filthy Savage
Loner will be stripped of any tattoos he received that are club-related. After that, he will be tortured. Slowly. He decided to fuck around. Now he’s going to find the fuck out. I tighten my grip on my gun as I stand and march toward the house.
I can see my brothers closing in around the house, all of us walking in solidarity. If the Southern Mafia knows we’re here, they aren’t showing it. Atomic is the first to reach the front door, and I watch as he wraps his fingers around the knob, twisting it before he pushes it open.
He shoves the door so hard that it bounces off the wall behind it and almost closes again. But he moves through the opened door and lifts his hand, the gun loosely held in place,before he takes one shot, then another, and another. I do the same, and through the back of the house, I hear more shots.
Before anyone on the main floor with the Southern Mafia can pull a gun on us, they are shot. Then we move upstairs. At least, the bulk of us do. The others continue to guard the main floor, and a few head to the basement, where I hear a few more gunshots.
Sticking close behind Atomic, I move upstairs with him. He jerks his chin toward one closed door, and then he faces the one across the hall. Gnaw and King come up behind us and head toward the other two closed doors in the hall.
We all share a glance. Then, we jerk our chins in unison before we shift our attention back toward our own doors. Inhaling a deep breath, I let it out slowly as I turn the knob of my door and step through.
There are three women in the room, hiding in the corner. They’re huddled together, and as much as I want them to live because, as a rule, we don’t hurt women, I also know they’re brainwashed by these fucking people.
They will, without a doubt, come back to haunt us if we don’t get rid of them all right now. Lifting my gun, I pull the trigger once, twice, three times. Quick. Easy. Pain-free. Or at least as pain-free as death can be.
Another door opens in the bedroom, and I watch as Loner walks out of the bathroom, completely fucking naked. Day. Made. Not just because he’s here, clearly unarmed, but also because I was blessed in the dick department, and he… was not.
Loner stops, his eyes wide as he watches me for a moment. Then, he lifts his hands in the air as if he’s surrendering. Not like he has much of a choice. His dick is hanging out and swinging. He doesn’t have a choice for fucking shit.
Wordlessly, he makes his way toward me. He shows me his wrists and lifts his chin, looking down his nose at me as he does.I smirk, making my way toward him and stopping close, but not too close.
“Your little game has come to an end,” I murmur.
He smirks at me, obviously not thinking that any of this is fucking serious. “Has it, though?” he asks.
I shrug a shoulder and grip his wrists with one hand. Tugging him behind me, I don’t give a fuck what he thinks he has in the works. None of whatever the fuck he has to say will make me not kill him.
This fucker is a dead man walking, and there’s no way around that.
Cock and balls out and all.
“Yeah, it has,” I bark.
Dragging his ass downstairs, I toss him in the middle of the bloody living room. A few moments later, the gunfire stops, and the room fills with the rest of the Dark Horse MC. The only person who isn’t Dark Horse who is breathing is Loner.
“Well, look what we have here,” Atomic murmurs. “A traitor and a small dick. Jesus Christ, you really got the short end of the stick.”
“Fuck you,” Loner grinds out.
I smirk, looking down at him. Crossing my arms over my chest, I tilt my head to the side.
“Where is my grandfather?” Loner demands.
Atomic laughs, crouching down in front of him. “Dead,” he states.
And as if he knows exactly what’s coming, he stands and steps to the side as a body is dumped in front of Loner’s naked ass. That body is Albert’s. I smirk at the sight, and at the same time, Loner cries out.
“Did you think that your granddaddy would protect you always?” I ask.
His eyes find mine, and I watch as they water. All of the men in his family are now dead. I would feel sorry for him, but I don’t. I pity him, but I don’t feel any kind of sympathy. I cannot fathom feeling even an ounce of compassion for this man or any of his club.
“You’re all fucking cowards, and now you’re all dead cowards,” King grunts from somewhere behind me.
I can’t look away from Loner. I am focused on him. There is nowhere else I can look. Atomic steps over the dead body and crouches down in front of Loner again. This time, he’s got a knife in his hand.
He lifts his knife and presses it to the hollow of Loner’s throat. “You want to tell me what the fuck you thought you were going to get away with by getting Clink locked up?” he grinds out.
“Fuck you,” Loner growls.