“We’ll see about that.” I replied, as I grabbed hold of his head and held it up, ensuring whatever faculties he had left, got what I had to say.
“You know this is your end Victor, right?” I screamed so close, speckles of my spit splattered across his face. “But what you don’t know is how it’s going to end. I want you to think of your brothers, your family… every person you have ever loved while you answer Stitch’s questions, Victor. I want you to think about their end. Because right now, their lives are in your hands. Think about the children you left with no father while you’re cooperating with Stitch. Consider this your last chance for redemption, Victor.”
When I finally released him, his head plunged down to his chest. He was defeated, knowing what I said was true, and it was only a matter of time before he told us everything he knew. As I turned to leave, Stitch pulled his stool over next to him. He started talking to him so low that I couldn’t understand what he was saying. The door slammed behind us as we headed back to the clubhouse. We walked in silence as we listened to Victor’s tortuous screams.
When we reached the clubhouse, Cotton turned to me and said, “I’m calling the guys in for church. We need to get Big Mike working on this.”
“I’ll go get him. There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to him about,” I told him as I opened the door to the clubhouse and headed towards Mike’s room.
I knocked on his door and listened as he stalked across the room. It took him a minute to answer, but I was waiting for him when he opened the door. His eyes widened when he saw me standing there, and he opened his mouth to speak. But before he had a chance to say anything, my fist rammed into the side of his face, forcing his head to lurch back. Mike was a big dude. He could have easily fought back and won, but he knew he was in the wrong. He should’ve never spoken to Henley about club shit, and it could’ve have cost him a lot more than a blow to his thick head.
He took a minute to collect himself before he said, “I’m sorry, Maverick. I fucked up.”
“If you fuck up like that again, I’ll have your patch,” I warned.
“Understood, brother. It won’t happen again,” he promised.
“Cotton is calling church. We’ve got news,” I told him. “We’re going to need you to gather up all the intel you can find on the King Pythons Syndicate in Anchorage, Alaska.”
“Is that them? Are they the ones that killed Skidrow?”
“Yeah, but Cotton has more. We need to get over there before they start,” I told him as I turned to leave.
By the time we showed up, everyone had found their place at the meeting table. Cotton told them everything Stitch had uncovered, and we discussed our next move. It would take some time, but if we played our cards right, this whole mess could be over soon.
Chapter 28
Henley
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It’s been almost a week since I got out of the hospital, and I was about to go insane. At first it was so endearing and romantic to have the man I loved looking after me. It meant so much that he put everything else aside to be there with me. It was absolutely wonderful… for about two days. Then, it started to drive me crazy. He was so attentive… too attentive. I was feeling better – so much better, and I didn’t really need him under my feet every stinking second. My head didn’t even hurt anymore, and the bruises on my face were almost gone. I was being an ass. He was there for me when I needed him, and it wasn’t right for me to find him so… annoying. I just wanted him to get back to being Maverick, my Maverick. I couldn’t even fix a cup of coffee without him coming over to scold me for being out of bed. It’s driving me up the freaking wall. If he didn’t stop all this nonsense, I was going to have to hurt him… seriously hurt him!
On top of all of his doting, he had a new obsession. He was determined to find us a house, and it was exciting… at first. I couldn’t wait to find a place for us to start our lives together, but he’d become totally neurotic about it. He’s constantly on my computer searching for new listings, looking for the perfect place for us to live. I honestly didn’t care what house we chose. I just wanted to be with him, and nothing else really matters.
“What about that place on Glenwood Drive? You think four bedrooms will be big enough?” Maverick asked.
“Four bedrooms is plenty. There’s only two of us, you know.”
“For now,” he said as he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Yeah, well, for now, it’s plenty big,” I snapped at him as I put my book down beside me and started to get off the bed.
“Where are you going?”
I let out an exasperated sigh and said, “I’m going to get some lunch. And, no. I don’t need any help.”
“So you’re feeling better?” he asked as he closed the laptop.