Stripping Callum (Last Hangman MC Book 6)(44)



“That’s what I thought. All those women you’re taking are mothers, girlfriends, wives, sisters. None of you deserve to live to see another day. What Richard started isn’t how an MC is supposed to be. Yes, we do illegal stuff at times, but nothing like this. We do not hurt women. We protect them and love them. Following in his footsteps is making you even worse than he was. In his f*cked-up mind, he thought he was doing something good. You know how wrong it is and how wrong it can turn out for you, yet you’re doing it again. You’re really stupid.”

“I didn’t think.”

“No, you didn’t. You’re going to let the women you have go for starters,” Ant commands him, and he hesitates for a minute. “I’m not joking. If you don’t I’m putting a bullet in this kid’s brain.” Ant holds his gun against the kid’s head, and he looks terrified. I’m not sure he ever intended to be here and be a part of all of this, but if their Prez doesn’t pull his hand out of his ass, the kid is going to get a bullet in his head.

“Alright. Let them go,” he commands, his eyes trained on whoever Ant is holding.

They let the women that were in the main room go and we move them outside, a couple of our men going with them. I motion for another group to go look around to see if they are hiding anymore. I wouldn’t put it past them to already have a few lined up.

A few minutes later of staring down, we hear a couple of gunshots before Ray reappears.

“They had some men up there too with the ladies. We had to take them down,” he says emotionlessly, which isn’t surprising considering Alysson, his wife, was killed by Richard because she didn’t want to comply. This is why coming here today was so important to him. He wants to put an end to all of this, and I’m sure he wouldn’t be against putting a bullet in every single one of their men’s heads. Nor would I. I’m not for executing people, but they don’t deserve any better.

“No need to justify yourself, brother,” Ant says nodding at him. Ray nods at him and moves out with the ladies they found upstairs. In total, they had already taken fifteen women. Fifteen innocent women who never caused them any trouble.

“Now, we should kill every single one of you for what you were trying to do, but I’m feeling gracious. We let you get out of here alive, you better clean up your act and find something else to do other than exploiting women for money. If I ever hear about your MC again linked to any issue with women, I’ll come and end you all myself. Are we clear?” Ant says shocking most of us. We were all ready to end them all to hell, and he’s just spoiled the moment by letting them go. I don’t know what his motives are behind it, but something must have happened.

“Loud and clear,” the kid answers and catches his friend when Ant pushes him into his arms.

“Good.” Ant walks toward me and gives me a nod to move to follow him. I comply because he’s the Prez, and we’re supposed to listen to him even if we don’t agree. We’re all moving out when out of the corner of my eye, I see one of the Satan’s Inferno draw out his gun. I don’t think twice, I shoot him which causes all hell to break loose.

Gun shots are fired from all directions. There aren’t that many of them so it’s easy to get them all down with all of us, but I’m saving their Prez for last.

When they are all down, only him and the kid are on the ground, holding each other scared. I hold my hand up to the others and they stop shooting. I walk toward them and stop a few feet away from them.

“Who should I kill first?” I ask with a sadistic smile on my face.

“Please, don’t kill us!” The Prez begs.

“See, I can’t do that. I remember you now. Jordan. You were the one who was always following Richard and doing whatever he wanted you to do. You were the one who was seducing the women to lure them into your whorehouse. There was too much heat on a van kidnapping women that you had to be crafty. I remember you now. You’re the low life piece of shit who was raping a young girl, barely legal to ‘break her in’ for the other clients. I f*cking wish I had killed you when I had the chance,” I tell them coldly.

“I…”

“You nothing. You have no f*cking excuse for any of this,” I yell at him. Scaring him and the kid.

“Kill me if you want but not my brother. He has nothing to do with this,” Jordan begs.

“Oh, but he does, he’s here with you, isn’t he? He’s wearing the club’s cut. He’s as much a part of this as you are.”

“Please!” Jordan yells.

“Any last words?” I smirk at them. The kid is scared for his life, or so it appears until he tries to get his knife from his belt. It only fuels me to just blow his brain out. I fire one single shot and he falls limply into his brother’s arms. Jordan screams holding his brother. “You two brought it upon yourself.”

“He had nothing to do with any of this! I forced him to join us because I needed more men! Your Prez let us go freely, why did you start firing?” he cries.

“See, one of your men drew his gun out and was going to shoot, I didn’t want any of our men to be hurt so we fired first. Just like now, your brother was going to stab my leg. I move the knife that was in his hand with my foot. “I’m not going to let a little kid hurt me,” I scoff.

“You asked if I had any last word? I do. Nancy was the best * I’ve ever had,” he says with a sadistic smirk on his face, and I see red. I forgo the gun, I’m on him in less time than it takes to say it, and I’m bashing his skull in. Punch after punch, hearing his bones crack under the repeated blows. No one talks about my friends in such way, no one. I won’t allow it, and I won’t allow anyone who’s hurt any of us to live. Not now, not ever.

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