“You wanna fucking play? You wanna see who has the bigger set of balls? My move, right?”
Swallowing my nerves, I answer, “Yeah.”
“Good.” The Devil tosses his hands in the air. “Because it's a brilliant one. Who here has a girlfriend in WITSEC?” Dread drops to my stomach. “Well it's not Drew because his girlfriend is dead.”
The Devil thinks that and we are to keep it that way until he fucking is.
“You two aren't fucking, which is why she scowls like her vibrator probably does after a hard night and why you're just so....fucking...angry,” he whines and makes pout faces at them. “So that means....”
Immediately I try to push down harder at the horror that's hauling itself through my system. “You're lying.”
He bobs his head back and forth. “Am I?”
“I call bullshit.”
“Oh...” The Devil nods. “Just one second.” He makes a fake phone with his hand. “Hello Bullshit? Yes, you know me very well. Quick question, Destin's girlfriend Azura-” He abruptly stops his own voice. “Oh I need to call The Truth for confirmation? Of course. Duh.” Hanging up the pretend phone he mimics tossing it over his shoulder. “That's not enough to make you panic. This'll help. It's the BV MC who wants her.”
A small gasp comes from Knox as my jaw trembles.
The BV MC stands for the Barbaric Viking Motorcycle Club. They conduct business quite similar to Vikings. Instead of raping, it's rough sex, pillaging is in the form of drugs and territory snatching. They have some fucked up code where honor is at the top. Brutal is the name of their game and explanations are rarely needed or provided.
The Devil smiles brightly. “Did I fail to mention they're on their way to kill her? Right...now. Oopsy. Eh well. You fucked with something I love. I'm returning the gesture.” Terror floods my eyes and he winks at me. “Have a good day Geek McCoy.”
Our screen goes black. At that very moment the instinct to let my legs buckle kicks in. The pressure that was once relieved from life bares back down with a vengeance. Before my knees have a chance to touch the floor, Drew swoops in bringing me back to my feet.
“No,” he fusses. “Get up.”
“I told you to stop fucking with him!” Madden shouts.
“I know,” I meekly reply.
“You're so fucking hard headed!”
“I fucked up,” my voice shakes. “I know. But Azura-”
“We're not doing this shit,” Madden grouses. “We're not losing another fucking person.”
“Madden-”
“Just fucking forget it! Fucking focus! Get your head in this!”
Barely able to breath, I nod my compliance.
“Where is she?”
“I-I-I don't know.” Panic pushes out. “We- We- We had fight and I bailed.”
“Of course you did,” Knox grumbles. “The McCoy way. Things get too intense. You bail.”
“Not now!” Madden snaps. He instructs with a firm point. “Triple D, check the bar. I'll check her house. Drew stay here and be on standby in case she or they show up here.”
“I can check her house,” Knox volunteers.
“No,” Madden shuts her down.
“I can fucking help,” she argues as he grabs his keys.
“I said no-”
“But-”
“Fuckin' hell Knoxie!” He shouts at her. “I said no!”
“And why the fuck not?”
“Because I've already lost too many people I fucking love! If anything, and I mean anything, fucking happened to you, I'd chase down the son of bitch, feed him his balls for brunch and wear his liver like a fucking top hat. I'd write your name in his blood before watching the light fade from his life only to come and take my own knowing I could never fucking live with myself if so much as a goddamn scratch happened that I could've prevented. So just fucking listen to me one goddamn time, at least fucking today, and stay the fuck here.” Madden's graphic declaration touches a nerve I didn't
Swallowing my nerves, I answer, “Yeah.”
“Good.” The Devil tosses his hands in the air. “Because it's a brilliant one. Who here has a girlfriend in WITSEC?” Dread drops to my stomach. “Well it's not Drew because his girlfriend is dead.”
The Devil thinks that and we are to keep it that way until he fucking is.
“You two aren't fucking, which is why she scowls like her vibrator probably does after a hard night and why you're just so....fucking...angry,” he whines and makes pout faces at them. “So that means....”
Immediately I try to push down harder at the horror that's hauling itself through my system. “You're lying.”
He bobs his head back and forth. “Am I?”
“I call bullshit.”
“Oh...” The Devil nods. “Just one second.” He makes a fake phone with his hand. “Hello Bullshit? Yes, you know me very well. Quick question, Destin's girlfriend Azura-” He abruptly stops his own voice. “Oh I need to call The Truth for confirmation? Of course. Duh.” Hanging up the pretend phone he mimics tossing it over his shoulder. “That's not enough to make you panic. This'll help. It's the BV MC who wants her.”
A small gasp comes from Knox as my jaw trembles.
The BV MC stands for the Barbaric Viking Motorcycle Club. They conduct business quite similar to Vikings. Instead of raping, it's rough sex, pillaging is in the form of drugs and territory snatching. They have some fucked up code where honor is at the top. Brutal is the name of their game and explanations are rarely needed or provided.
The Devil smiles brightly. “Did I fail to mention they're on their way to kill her? Right...now. Oopsy. Eh well. You fucked with something I love. I'm returning the gesture.” Terror floods my eyes and he winks at me. “Have a good day Geek McCoy.”
Our screen goes black. At that very moment the instinct to let my legs buckle kicks in. The pressure that was once relieved from life bares back down with a vengeance. Before my knees have a chance to touch the floor, Drew swoops in bringing me back to my feet.
“No,” he fusses. “Get up.”
“I told you to stop fucking with him!” Madden shouts.
“I know,” I meekly reply.
“You're so fucking hard headed!”
“I fucked up,” my voice shakes. “I know. But Azura-”
“We're not doing this shit,” Madden grouses. “We're not losing another fucking person.”
“Madden-”
“Just fucking forget it! Fucking focus! Get your head in this!”
Barely able to breath, I nod my compliance.
“Where is she?”
“I-I-I don't know.” Panic pushes out. “We- We- We had fight and I bailed.”
“Of course you did,” Knox grumbles. “The McCoy way. Things get too intense. You bail.”
“Not now!” Madden snaps. He instructs with a firm point. “Triple D, check the bar. I'll check her house. Drew stay here and be on standby in case she or they show up here.”
“I can check her house,” Knox volunteers.
“No,” Madden shuts her down.
“I can fucking help,” she argues as he grabs his keys.
“I said no-”
“But-”
“Fuckin' hell Knoxie!” He shouts at her. “I said no!”
“And why the fuck not?”
“Because I've already lost too many people I fucking love! If anything, and I mean anything, fucking happened to you, I'd chase down the son of bitch, feed him his balls for brunch and wear his liver like a fucking top hat. I'd write your name in his blood before watching the light fade from his life only to come and take my own knowing I could never fucking live with myself if so much as a goddamn scratch happened that I could've prevented. So just fucking listen to me one goddamn time, at least fucking today, and stay the fuck here.” Madden's graphic declaration touches a nerve I didn't
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