It Ain't Me, Babe (Hades Hangmen #1)(93)

“NO! Don’t kill me! I’ll tell y’all anything you wanna know!” Collins screeched, his words barely audible through Flame’s iron-tight grip. When the senator’s puffy face turned purple, Flame dropped his puny naked ass to the hardwood floor.

“Who put the Neos on us?” Any blood left in the senator’s face completely drained on hearing Ky’s question.

“I don’t… I didn’t—” Flame flew at him again. Collins pushed his hands out, screaming and scrambling against the wall. “Okay, okay… just don’t hurt me!”

Flame looked to me for instruction. I called him off with a flick of my chin.

“I’ll tell you what,” Ky said, moving to confront Collins. “I’m gonna start counting down from sixty. If I get to zero, I’m gonna get Flame here to give you a lobotomy. Let’s just try and jog that memory of yours.”

Flame threw back his head and laughed hysterically, flicking open his Persian switchblade in readiness.

“Fifty,” Ky counted down.

The senator rubbed his sweaty, bald head in obvious fear.

“Forty.”

Flame began loosening up: cracking knuckles, rolling his neck, slicing along his arms, blood dripping to the cream-carpeted floor.

Collin’s face visibly reddened with fear.

“Thirty.”

“Twenty.”

“Ten.”

“Five… four… three… two… one… zer—”

“Okay! Okay! I’ll make you a deal!”

I jerked my chin, ordering the senator to speak.

“It was some suit. He came in and I put out the hit. Neos took the bid. The suit wanted the mute dead, the Hangmen took outta the gun game.” He looked up at me. “The order came from the governor’s mansion downtown. The suit carried a letter with the governor’s signature and I was told to overlook all gun trades from some new organization, Gaza-funded or such shit. To approve no-flight zones and enforce trespassing laws around some piece of abandoned land north of the city. I didn’t ask no more about it. Less I know the better.”

“What did the suit look like?” Tank asked.

Collins pinched his nose. “Tall, good suit, normal. Oh, he had a long brown beard and a scar down his cheek.”

Gabriel.

Ky turned to me for orders.

Find out the location of that land. It’s the commune. No doubt. The suit was one of the f*ckers who took Mae.

Ky nodded stiffly. He was pissed.

“We’re gonna need the location,” Ky demanded.

Collins frowned. “Can’t give it.” Flame approached, licking his bloodied blade, and he screamed, “Wait! Wait!”

I held up my hand signaling Flame to halt.

“The governor has shit on me. Shit that could destroy my political career, my family. He told me he would ruin me if I ever gave that location away… especially to you… the Hangmen. Can only mean he’s getting serious bank from them.”

“You mean he knows you like to f*ck little boys?” Viking queried.

Collins’s lips tightened in annoyance. Viking smiled.

“The only folks who could give a shit if that location is found will be dead within twenty-four hours. The governor only cares ’bout what comes back on him. We’re fixin’ for no one to be left talking once we’re done. They or he won’t be giving you shit.”

Collins sighed. We had the f*cker over a barrel and he knew it. “And you guys. What will y’all do with this piece of… personal information on me?”

“Fuck all… if the location works out,” Ky emphasized.

“And I’m meant to believe you won’t use it against me in the future?”

“Not at all. Help us, we’ll let you f*ck road kill if y’wanna. Don’t give us the location, you’ll be national news in the morning.” Ky leaned down to where Collins sat. “Let’s just say we have some connections who’ll enjoy spreading this story.”

“Fuck!” Collins hissed. “I guess I have no choice then, do I?”

“Sweet. Fuck. All.” Ky agreed.

Five minutes later, we had our target location.

As we sat on our Harleys outside, Ky answered a call. “Yeah… ETA… Right…”

He closed his cell and looked to me. “Many as seven states of Hangmen en route. ETA eight hours.”

A feeling of relief stirred in my stomach. I was gonna get Mae back. In less than twenty-four hours, I’d have my old lady back on my bike and in my bed. The f*ckers who took her would be long gone to the boatman, no dimes on their eyes. And that bastard Rider, he’d pay and pay good.

Tipping my head back, I closed my eyes. Hang tight, babe. I’m coming for you real soon.





Chapter Twenty-Three


Mae



“Babe,” Styx hissed as I kissed down his taut, packed stomach, licking between the valleys and hills of hard muscle. Following the patch of hair leading to his underwear, I pulled down the waistband, his length springing forward only to land next to my mouth. Glancing up, Styx’s eyes were hooded at half mast, his teeth biting the silver ring that sat through his bottom lip.

“Mae… f*ck…” he hushed out.