Secret Mayhem (Back Down Devil MC #4)(47)

Jonesy reached for a bag on the bar and the sudden move made Shay jump back. For all he knew, it could be a set up.

“Jonesy, did Caius give you that?” Shay asked.

Jonesy nodded.

“Jace, check it,” Shay said.

Jace hurried and grabbed the bag from Jonesy. Jonesy managed to growl as he obviously wanted to protest this. When Jace dug opened the bag, he pulled out only one item of interest. A whiteboard with a magnetic marker stuck to it.

“What the hell is this for?” Jace asked.

Jonesy grabbed the bag from Jace’s hand. He then grabbed the board and opened the marker. He started to write with a shaking fury.

“It’s how he talks now,” Shay whispered. His stomach felt even sicker.

Jonesy held up the board. This is my voice, *

Jonesy dropped the board and then socked Jace in the mouth. He stumbled back, holding his jaw.

“Don’t do anything,” Shay ordered Jace. “Meeting room. Now.”

The three entered the meeting room and Miller stood while everyone sat. Jace took his seat between Erik and Blaine, rubbing his jaw.

“What happened to you?” Blaine asked.

“Jonesy punched me,” Jace said.

“At least he can still hit. Sucks about the no tongue thing.”

“Blaine, shut up,” Miller said.

Shay pointed to his seat for Jonesy. Jonesy sat and put his whiteboard on the table.

“That’s how he talks now,” Shay said. He looked at Miller. The guilt soared through Shay's body. This was his fault too.

“This is bad,” Gaige said.

“At least he’s alive,” Griffin said. “Jonesy, you’re alive, brother.”

Jonesy hurried to write. He pointed to the board when he was done.

Shay read it out loud, “I’m barely alive. He made sure to keep me on a thread. Don’t get cozy.”

“Jonesy,” Miller said. “Tell me everything you can.”

Jonesy nodded. He wiped the board and started to write again. Shay spoke when Jonesy pointed to the board.

“I was followed by two black cars,” Shay said. “They boxed me in and when I tried to escape, one of the cars blew up. I blacked out. When I woke up, I was in a room, in a chair.”

Jonesy erased the board and wrote again.

“Christ,” Gaige said. “Caius knew we were following him before we knew what we were looking for.”

“Smart man,” Miller said. “Maybe it’s time we call Strokner again. Put him in the fire and see what shakes out.”

“Hold on,” Shay said. He nodded to the board. “The man wanted to know if I was patched in. I gave him nothing so he took two fingers. Told me he was going to send gifts to the MC.”

Jonesy looked up and around the table. Everyone slowly nodded. Shay touched Jonesy’s shoulder. “We got the gifts. We were worried you were dead.”

“Jonesy,” Miller said. “The club and myself cannot thank you enough… or say sorry enough… we didn’t realize who this enemy was…”

Jonesy made a growl noise and hurried to erase and write. He then made a fist and slammed it down on the table.

Shay sighed and read it out loud. “He’s going to take your club down. He told me that because I didn't want to talk that I didn't need a tongue anymore. So he took it. He made me drink a lot of whiskey so I would pass out. Then he took my tongue.”

Blaine pushed his chair back and stood up. He walked to Jonesy and put a hand to his shoulder. One by one, they all stood around Jonesy as sign of respect for what he sacrificed to protect the MC.

“Let me make this clear,” Miller said. “We will seek out the necessary revenge. And that won’t just be Erik getting his kill shot. Or Shay getting his. It will also be me cutting out his f*cking tongue. For Jonesy.” Miller looked down at Jonesy. “And I promise, I will make some calls and find out what we can do for you, medically. Okay?”

Jonesy wiped the board and wrote. Shay read it. “You want to help? Get me a woman for five minutes. Not one of those whores you have out there. A real woman. Like the one I saw at the bar. Blue eyes. Tight body.”

“He means Ava,” Blaine said.

Shay tensed. “Fuck. Jonesy… she’s with me…”

Jonesy erased and wrote again.

This time, Blaine leaned over and read the whiteboard. “I’m a married man, Shay. But I can’t go home to my wife right now like this. I just want the feeling one more time. Just give me her hand. I want to feel…”

Blaine, Miller, and the rest of the table looked at Shay.

This was absolutely his fault. At least Shay believed that. But the important thing was that Jonesy was alive. He was here. Caius had let him live for some reason. And soon it would be the MC’s turn to get their hands on Caius.

“Listen, if Ava doesn’t do it, I will,” Blaine said. “I’ll jerk him off. Guy’s been through enough.”

Jonesy wrote on the board. Blaine read it. “That grease f*ck tries to touch me, put a bullet in my head.”

The entire room burst into laughter. But all eyes were still on Shay. He took his hand from Jonesy and left the meeting room. This was insane, but this was the life. If Shay needed to swallow his pride and do this, then so be it. Jonesy risked his body and life for them. This was the least he could do.