Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Judge Blakley had protested his innocence the whole time until we’d gotten to his botched attempt at taking out Cotton with his car. He’d finally lost his temper then.
“Bitch deserves everything that happens to her! She killed my son in cold blood!”
“And what about what your son did to her sister? And about how you railroaded her into a ten-year prison sentence when she should have been out in four?” Cain had been in the guy’s face the whole time. I wasn’t sure what point he was trying to make, but it was clear the president had taken personal offense to this guy.
“My son was innocent!” Blakley was yelling now. Sweat beaded over his skin and blood dripped from the stubs where there had once been toes. Sword had taken over and was now starting on his fingers. It was an old technique. But effective when we just wanted to fuck with someone.
“Your son was guilty as the day is long! I saw the report on Cotton and the one on your son. Brandon Blakley was a piece of shit rapist! He murdered that girl because he knew you’d get him off without so much as community service! You both had that history. Him gettin’ into trouble. Daddy bailin’ him out. Well, you fucked up. You. All those years, had you made him take responsibility for himself he might still be alive. That’s on you, you bastard. Cotton served her time. She owned her actions and sat quietly and took everything dished out to her while you sat back and plotted ways to make her life even more miserable. All to keep from ownin’ up to your own actions.” Cain got right in his face. “Well, now you’re payin’ for ’em.”
Cain backhanded the judge, then took the cutters from Sword. “I’m sick and tired of men preying on women. We’ve had more than our share recently and I’m sending a message with this one.”
“Cain,” Bohannon said, laying a hand on the president’s shoulder. “We can’t do that. You know it. Take it out on this fuck, but it’s cleaned up when it’s done.”
“Don’t tell me what to do in my own fuckin’ club, Bohannon!” Cain was angrier than I’d ever seen him.
“Rein it in, Prez.” Torpedo was vice president of Bones. Other than Angel, he was the only one who could calm Cain when he got angry. Which wasn’t often. Cain was the most levelheaded man I knew. Stunner was at his side as well. In addition to being a patched member of Bones, Stunner was Cain’s son-in-law. The big man never said much, but he always stood shoulder to shoulder with Cain. No matter the circumstances.
“I’ll take care of it,” Stunner said. “I’ll send your message.”
That was quite possibly the only thing that could have made our president see reason. His head snapped around to Stunner. The big man just looked at Judge Blakley, ready to carry out any order Cain handed down.
Finally, Cain spun around, swearing loudly and inventively. “Fuck you, Stunner!” The other man didn’t let his expression change, but I could tell he didn’t understand what he’d done wrong. “You know I can’t let you do it. If there’s blowback and you went to jail, Suzie would be devastated.
“Yes,” Stunner said. “Which is why I volunteered.”
“Fucker,” Cain muttered.
Then it hit me. “You volunteered because you knew if it was important enough for Cain to risk his daughter’s happiness, it needed to be done.” I grinned. “Good thinkin’, bro!”
Cain gave me a venomous look. “Don’t encourage him. He’s been taking lessons from Suzie in how to manage her old man.”
Stunner shook his head. “If it needs doing, I’ll do it. No one hurts our women and gets away with it.”
“Bohannon and Sword will take out the trash, Stunner,” Cain said with a weary sigh. “But Torpedo and Bohannon are right. Tempting as it is, they disappear.”
Stunner nodded his head once. “Good. Suzie’s pregnant.”
Cain stopped dead, the color leaching from his face. “You got my daughter… pregnant?” I almost felt sorry for Stunner. The big man said nothing for a long time. Then he just grinned. Everyone roared with laughter. Cain gave everyone a growl but looked more than a bit sheepish, clapping Stunner on the back. “Just so you know, I may have to throw you another beatin’ for that. Not for givin’ me a grandbaby, but for volunteering for something like that knowing you had a baby on the way.” Stunner just shrugged, not looking intimidated at all.
“Fine, then. Get rid of these pissants. Clean up the mess. I expect every single one of you motherfuckers to be at the fuckin’ baby shower, too.”
It was surreal. We were celebrating a new life while we were getting ready to take four. The irony wasn’t lost on any of us. Probably because of Stunner’s news, there was no more torture. The deaths were quick. Each of them got a slit throat.