Chapter 60 Covered in blood
Viper
I looked through the binoculars at the Jackals’ clubhouse. Their place looked a lot like ours. A big brick box of a building with a metal roof that slanted down on one side. What set it apart was the tall iron fence that surrounded it, with a heavy automatic gate on wheels, and the fact it had a basement. My gut told me they were holding Catalina down there. Just thinking about what they were doing to her made my blood boil. We’d seen the video an hour ago, my angel being tortured. She was so brave in that clip. But all I could think about was what they were doing when the camera was off. Were they putting their hands on her? She was naked in the video. Some of the guys in my crew cursed when they saw that, and I knew why. We might be an outlaw club, but we did not torture, rape, or sell women. That was our first and hardest rule. We dealt in drugs, guns, and stolen goods, but never people.
“When do we move?” Beast asked.
“Half an hour. Doc and Clown found the cameras. We’ll disable those first. Rockstar and Bear picked up two ladders. We’ll go over the fence, through the back. Anyone in our way dies. No survivors. Doesn’t look like they’re celebrating tonight, they’ve been holed up all day.”
“I hate waiting. I just want to get in there and bring our girl home,” he said.
I turned to face him. “Our girl?”
“Not like that, Rip. I mean her and Jenna, they’re our girls. We look out for them. Yeah, I’ve been with her when you were there, and honestly, I wouldn’t say no to doing that again, but..”
“Beast, I’m deciding right now that your monster dick is never going near my girl again. You sound a little too attached.”
“Don’t be like that, Rip,” he said, holding his palms up. Then he gave me that annoying grin of his.
“Stop trying to make me smile,” I told him.
“Almost worked, though. Sorry, I just hate seeing you like this. But for real, I love those two like sisters. You’re my brother. I’d do anything for you, same as you would for me. I’m closer to you than any of these other ugly bastards.”
I smiled and pulled him into a quick hug.
“Thanks, man. And thanks for trying to lighten things up. Inside, I’m losing my mind. My stomach is in knots thinking about what she’s going through.”
He lowered his voice. “If… if they’ve raped her, do you think she’ll be alright?”
“I know she will be. My girl is the toughest woman I’ve ever met. She went through hell when she was just a kid. Maybe that’s why she’s as wild as she is,” I said, almost smiling.
“Don’t let her hear you say that.”
“You all call her Little Crazy.”
“Yeah, but she likes that name. We don’t actually say she’s crazy to her face. We like staying alive.”
I let out a short laugh. He was helping ease the pressure. I really needed that so I could think straight about what was coming.
“Thanks, Beast.”
“Always, brother.”
Catalina
I looked at Mal and Vice. Mal had just turned away to set the blowtorch on the table. Vice was staring at me like I was something to eat.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” Vice said to me.
“What the hell, Vice? Atlas never said anything about fucking her,” Mal said, turning back and walking over to stand beside him.
“Well, I’ve decided. She’s going to be my Old Lady.”
Mal laughed hard. “Are you serious? We just tortured the life out of this bitch. You think she’ll want to be with you?”
“She will. I’ll tie her to my bed and fuck her until she says yes.”
Mal stared at him, then looked at me. I glared back at both of them.
“You gonna share?” Mal asked.
Vice grinned. “Hell yes, brother. Let’s share her right now.”
“Wait,” I said. “If you’re going to do this, I want to see which one of you is better with your tongue.”
They both looked at me like I’d lost my mind.
Come on. What do I have left to lose? I’m not getting out of here. I’m already completely fucked, might as well go along with it.”
With that, I gripped the chain I was shackled to, used all my strength to pull myself up, and spread my legs wide to give them a good look. Just like I hoped, they both leaned in close, bending down to stare. I snapped my legs together as hard as I could, smashing their heads together. There was a solid ‘thud’ and they both dropped like sacks. I stared at their unconscious bodies and let out a shaky breath. I looked up at the shackles, took a deep breath, then grabbed one thumb with my other hand and yanked it out of place. I bit back a sound at the sharp pain, just one more hurt to add to the list. I slipped my wrist free, then used my teeth to pop the thumb back into joint. I repeated it with the other hand and dropped to the floor, landing on my backside. After fixing my other thumb, I flexed my aching hands and pushed myself up on unsteady legs.
I went to Vice first, opened his vest, and pulled my knife holster from an inside pocket. Then I stood over his head and looked down.
“You fucker,” I spat at his face. I wished he was awake to see this. I lifted my foot and slammed it down on his throat, crushing it. His eyes flew open and he began to choke, hands clawing at his neck. Panic filled his eyes as he stared up at me.
“Hurts, doesn’t it? That’s for touching a girl without her permission, you needle-dick cocksucker.” I stomped on his hands where they clutched his throat three more times until the choking stopped and his eyes went blank.
I strapped the holster on and fastened it. I took a knife out and moved to Mal.
“You gonna share?” I mocked in a silly voice. “You stupid bastard.” Then I dragged the blade deep across his throat. Blood poured out and his eyes snapped open. He choked, drowning in his own blood. I smiled as he died looking right at me.
Suddenly, gunfire erupted upstairs. I heard shouts and running. I searched for something to wear but found nothing. I looked at the two dead men and decided I’d rather be naked than put on their clothes. Limping badly, the burn on my right foot was screaming, I moved to the closed door. It would probably get infected from the filthy floor. Knife in hand, I opened the door slowly. The hall was empty. I slipped out and limped toward the stairs, then stopped.
At the top of the stairs, Atlas was crouched by the basement door, sticking his gun out to fire before ducking back, swearing. I crept up step by step, quiet as I could. I pulled out another knife and got ready. On the last three steps, I ran.
He turned around, shocked. I screamed and threw myself at him, stabbing him again and again in the chest as we fell through the doorway onto the concrete floor. I was on top of him, slicing his face, his arms, his chest, until he went still. We were both covered in blood. I could feel it on my face, dripping off my body.
I got off him. Men were shooting, diving for cover. I threw a knife at one of the Jackals and it stuck in the side of his neck. I kept throwing, blade after blade, until I had none left. Then I grabbed a gun from the floor and shot one man after another in the head. By the time the gun clicked empty, no one was left moving near me.
Covered in blood, my holster empty, holding a dead gun, I stood completely naked in front of my man and the club I called my family.
“Damn, my girl is something else,” Viper said.
I laughed, then broke into sobs as he ran to me and pulled me into his big, strong arms.