It Ain't Me, Babe (Hades Hangmen #1)(77)

“What the f*ck happened with the skinheads?”

Took out seven with my Uzis. Then got caught, carved up. I managed to get my Bowie from my cut, plucked out the last two f*ckers’ eyes and made them eat that shit. Then I smashed up their skulls just to be sure, slit throats and stabbed hearts.”

“Shit, Styx,” Ky said in a tight voice and swallowed back bile. “You’re one sick motherf*cker. Effective, but sick.”

I know.

“So… you and Mae…” He nudged me and his eyebrows danced. “She look after you good? You finally get up in that pilgrim *?”

Grabbing him by the collar of his Zeppelin shirt, I threw him up against the wall, my hands in his face. Never talk of her like that again unless you wanna lose your f*ckin’ tongue. Right, brother?

He tried to lose his smile but failed. “‘Bout time, Styx. ’Bout f*ckin’ time.”

I looked at Ky’s damn smiling face and shook my head. Let’s go. The son of a bitch was a real pain in my ass.

As we entered the bar, the psycho trio shot to their feet.

“Fuckin’ Prez!” Viking shouted, walking toward me, arms wide. “Taking on the Nazis on his own and living to tell the tale!” Viking tried to pick me up, but I punched the redheaded f*cker in his stomach.

AK slung an arm around my shoulder as Flame stopped in front of me, muscles twitching. “Did you kill ’em all?” he asked with urgency.

I nodded, the flame tattoos on his neck dancing beneath his bulging veins.

“Did they suffer?” he asked coldly, his pitch-black eyes wide with excitement. The brother looked like a walking demon, irises so dark his pupils were lost in one black pool against white.

Badly, I signed.

Flame broke out in a wide smile, tipped his head back, and raked his over-long nails down his arms. “Fuck yeah,” he hissed, blood beginning to spill.

One by one, every brother in the chapter greeted me, leaving only Rider at the end of the bar. I met his eyes. He stared right back, then stood and came over.

“Good to see you made it out safe, Prez.” He held out his hand for me to shake. I glowered at his outstretched arm and thought of him back in my room, forbidding Mae to bathe me. My lip curled in disgust. She’s my f*ckin’ woman.

“Prez, come on, brother. I was wrong. I get it now. She’s yours,” he said just for us to hear. I reluctantly reached out to grip his hand. My eyes said it all to him. Back the f*ck off Mae or we’ll have problems. Okay?

The brother nodded his head. He knew what I was saying.

“You been f*ckin’ your bitch?” Viking said from behind me, sniffing the air. He looked at me and smiled. “I can always smell new *, and you’re stinking of that shit, Prez!” He laughed loud for everyone to hear.

Rider ripped his hand away from mine and he staggered back, slumping to his seat, eyes down. The brother was in a whole world of pain.

Ky appeared at my shoulder. A second or two later, Viking was knocked out on the floor.

“Shit, Ky!” Viking shouted from the ground, rubbing his chin. “Stop with the f*ckin’ punching!”

“Then start shutting the f*ck up!” Ky shouted back.

I signaled for the brothers to move in. Ky stood beside me, ready to translate, as the brothers watched us with alert expressions.

Pit’s a rat, I signed, as Ky’s voice carried the intel round the room.

Deathly silence.

I’ve thought we’ve had one for a while now. Ky found the evidence today. Of the whole f*ckin’ thing. Leaked details on the Russian deal, the ride out shooting, and the Nazis near-attempt on our compound tonight.

“Who’s he working for? The Feds? Another MC? Mexicans?” Viking asked. The idiot shit gone, stone-cold killer in its place.

I shook my head. Don’t know. Ky called Pit in. He should be here—” The sound of a bike rolling into the yard stopped me dead. Right about f*ckin’ now, it seems.

Flame growled and began punching his fist in the other hand. “Is he mine? Please say he’s mine. I want him to be mine.”

The door opened and Flame flew at Pit, the prospect didn’t even see the first fist coming… or the second… or the third. Flame picked Pit up off the floor, his feet dangling as he was smacked up against the wall.

“You f*ckin’ piece of scum!” Flame ground out through clenched teeth. “Did you think you could turn coat without us finding out? Without us stripping off your skin, piece by piece to eat your flesh for barbecue?”

Pit’s face reddened and shock spread all over his features. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about! Flame, I don’t!”

Get him to the shed. Now. Ky voiced my command.

In minutes, we were all in the shed out back, Flame and AK strapping Pit to the chair in the center of the room.

Pit looked my way. “Prez, honestly, believe me. I don’t know what you think I’ve done, but I ain’t no rat. I’m all in. This club’s my life. I ain’t got nothing else.”

Ky flew at Pit, his hands braced on each arm of the slaughter chair. “Found shit in your room, brother. Security tapes and a cell phone with messages showing dates of all the drops, the location of the ride out, everything. Tank, Smiler, and Bull are out tracing the receiving number now, but I’m thinking it’s gonna come back to the Feds or Senator Collins. Am I right?”