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All in all, it was a damn good day for deliveries.
Chapter Eighteen
A Little of the Tooth
“You know you never really even brought anyone around the clubhouse, let alone inked them up,” Slade said.
Linc stood near the living room window, wearing black gloves, making sure nobody on the street saw what was happening in the house.
“What?” Linc asked.
“Nova?”
“Not your concern, brother.”
“Just has a vibe to it…”
“What does that mean? Vibe? What? You think she has something on me? Something on the club?”
“Whoa, I never said that,” Slade said.
“Hey, are you two going to stand there and do nothing?” Priest called out.
He walked from the kitchen, dragging a man named Aaron Pekka by his right, bare foot. Aaron’s left foot wore a slipper. He also wore flannel pajama bottoms and a white, long-sleeved shirt. Wrapped tightly around his mouth to prevent him from screaming was a dish towel with butterflies and sunflowers on it. Blood dripped from the left corner of Aaron’s eye.
That was not exactly Priest’s fault though. Aaron thought he was going to be a hero, get a knife and kill the bastard biker who was there to ensure he testified on a case that would help out Chief Dick. Nothing but the normal give and take that kept the balance between law and outlaw in the town of Cielo.
Aaron Pekka kicked and thrashed but could not scream. He should have known something like this was going to happen. Defying the orders from Chief Dick. He had heard many rumblings about the motorcycle club. Hell, Aaron Pekka had lived in this town his entire life.
“Think he’s smart enough now?” Linc asked.
“Well, he did threaten to… run…” Slade said with a nod to Priest.
Priest grinned way too eagerly and in one swift move, he turned, picked up Aaron’s leg a little bit higher… one quick breath… Priest squatted down with all his strength and snapped Aaron’s leg in half like a skinny tree branch.
Aaron screamed through the towel wrapped around his face. Slade grabbed for his stomach.
“What a sound that made,” Linc said.
Priest dropped Aaron’s broken leg to the floor and grabbed his other.
“That’s good,” Slade said. “Can’t have him too fucked up. This has to be believable.”
Priest hated that.
Linc stepped toward Aaron and crouched down. “I’m going to take that towel out of your mouth, buddy. You’re not going to scream. If you do, Priest will rip your cock off.”
Aaron nodded. He was crying. Linc loosened the towel. Aaron blubbered.
“Man, all you have to do is testify,” Slade said. “That’s it. Take care of the chief. Do your civic duty, right?”
“Yes,” Aaron managed to mutter. “Yes. I will. I swear. I… aaahhhh…”
“We’ll leave you with your phone,” Linc said. “You’re going to wait five minutes and then call your girlfriend to come get you. You tell her that you have no clue what happened but you tripped.”
“Smacked your face off the wall and then twisted your leg and heard an awful pop,” Slade said.
“Hey,” Priest said to Linc and Slade. “Dick is going to want proof.”
