“Hell, no,” Jax grumbled.
“Actually, I am.” Sid laughed loudly, rolling his eyes. “And I’m trying to talk my buddy into joining with me, but he’s being a hard-ass thinking he don’t need it.”
The girl’s eyes ran up and down Jax, and from her expression she agreed; he didn’t need it. Then her sales’ face returned. “You are in great shape.” The girl nodded at Jax. “But this is a great gym with all the state-of-the-art equipment to help you stay in great shape.”
“That’s what I told him,” Sid sighed, shaking his head before looking back at her with his biggest smile. “So, can we take a look around before making the decision?”
“Sure!” Her excitement at a possible bump in salary by signing two new memberships had her grabbing papers. “I’ll get everything together on this end. You guys go check it out. I know you won’t be disappointed. Plus, we are the only twenty-four hour gym in the area.”
“Thank you.” Sid smiled down at her, making her blush. “I’m sure we won’t be disappointed in what we find at all.”
Jax had already taken off. It was pretty empty since it was two o’clock in the morning. The place was big, and as Jax was about to give up finding the bastard, Sid chuckled, pointing toward the back corner.
“He really is a douchebag,” Sid smirked. “He’s going to be so happy to see me.”
Looking to where Sid was pointing, Jax spotted the man immediately, standing in front of a mirror that covered the whole wall while pumping weights and looking at himself before flexing. “He’s mine,” Jax reminded Sid.
“Just got your back, brother.” Sid nodded, looking slightly disappointed as they made their way toward the iron-pumping asshole.
Rod was too busy looking down at his muscle to notice two figures behind him in the mirror, but once he looked up, it was a photo moment because the look of shock on his face was classic. Sid with his crooked ‘you’re getting your ass beat’ smile and Jax’s ‘I’m the one beating your ass’ glare couldn’t be misconstrued.
Dropping the weights, Rod tried to make a run for it, but had nowhere to go. Jax grabbed him by the back of the neck, forcing him down on a weight bench.
“What do you want?” Rod’s voice didn’t fit his body image. He sounded like a scared girl, his voice high with fright. “I didn’t do anything to Lana.” His eyes shot to Sid.
“And you’re very lucky for that,” Sid growled down at him.
“You like hitting women?” Jax smacked him on the back of the head, hard. “Does it make you feel like a man, you piece of shit?”
“No, it was an accident.” Rod’s lie pissed Jax off even more, making him smack the back of his head harder.
“Try again, motherfucker,” Jax sneered down at him. “Do you know what my tribe did back in the day to men who abused their women?”
“No.” Rod’s voice shook almost as bad as his body. “And I didn’t abuse Caroline.”
Jax grabbed Rod by the throat, getting in his face. “You’re not even fit to say her name.”
“Ah, Jax.” Sid tilted his head, watching Rod’s face change colors. “I was hoping to prolong his suffering for a while; it’s more entertaining that way.”
With one last squeeze, Jax shoved his neck away. “A woman should be honored, not beat on by little pricks like you.” Jax knelt down in front of Rod so the bastard could see the truth behind his words.
“So what did your tribe use to do?” Sid sat down on a weight bench next to Rod. “I’d really like to hear the story.”
Jax’s smile turned evil as his fist clenched tightly; his piercing black eyes never left Rod’s. “First, after the bastard was found, he was tied to a tree. The elders allowed all the women to inflict punishment, but not kill. When the women were finished, the woman who had been abused had her turn, and it wasn’t pretty. Indian women could be more ruthless than the men.”
“Go on.” Sid leaned closer as if really getting into the story, which was fucking with Rod’s head.
“Once she was finished, the women would go back to their daily routines while the men took over.” Jax’s face took on a menacing look. “If it was rape, his cock was cut with expertise off his body. The shaman would sew him back up to make sure he would live so every day he could see his rotting raping cock hanging from the woman’s camp.”
“Holy shit. Can someone really live without their dick?” Sid leaned back, really thinking about that. “Then again, who the fuck would want to?”
“If it’s done right, they can, and believe me, our shaman had it down to an art and even showed men in the tribe how it was done so the punishment would live on after he was gone.” Jax watched the sweat roll down Rod’s terrified face, a primal satisfaction filling his body.