Snake barely gave the blade saw a second glance. “Suck my cock.”
“Not while it’s still attached.” Dax waved Benson over. “But that gives me an idea. Prospect, help the man off with his pants.”
“Jesus Christ.” Benson swallowed hard and took a step toward Snake.
“I’ll give you something for free,” Snake said quickly. “But you promise not to touch the family jewels.”
“Son, you’re not gonna be needing those jewels anymore. They were forfeit the minute you stepped on Sinner property.” Dax glanced over at Jagger, and something passed between them, an agreement made with the barest of nods. “Tell us what you know, and I’ll make it clean and quick.”
“Fucking Sinner bastards.” Snake snarled. “I’ll give you something just so I can watch you fucking suffer. He’s dead. Day before yesterday, Viper finally decided he was finished with his play toy. Three fucking months he kept that bastard alive. But then he got himself a new distraction—one with a pussy. Never got to see her ’cause you caught me the day he was going for her, but she must have been one fine piece of ass ’cause he fucking loved beating on your boy and listening to him scream.”
Red sheeted Tank’s vision and he threw himself at Snake, fists thudding into the Black Jack’s body. The chair toppled backward and Tank followed it down, raining blows as if the thunder of his fists could drown out the keening sound in his heart. This was for T-Rex, for every fucking hour of every fucking day he suffered, for every minute he waited for his brothers to come for him, for every second he doubted Tank’s love. For the moment he lost hope.
Arms as thick as tree trunks wrapped around his chest, pulling him against a body as hard as concrete. Gunner. Six foot six of pure muscle. Not even Tank’s rage could loosen Gunner’s hold.
“Fuck.” Jagger’s voice was raw, thick with emotion. “Tank, stand down. Let Dax get as much information from him as he can, and then you can have him. And I promise you, T-Rex will be avenged. You have my word.” He turned to Benson, his face tight with pain and anger. “Find Sparky. He and Gun found the body during our raid on the Black Jack clubhouse. I want to know if it’s possible they made a mistake.”
“Gimme twenty minutes.” Benson headed for the door. “Sparky’s at the shop.”
Sparky, the Sinners’ road chief, responsible for maintaining the club vehicles, ran a garage at the edge of town with Jagger’s old lady, Arianne, a journeyman mechanic.
“You got ten,” Jagger bit out. “Maybe seven if I lose my patience with this Black Jack bastard.”
“He’s not gonna say anything different than we told you before.” Gunner tightened his grip on Tank as if he knew Tank was still not in control. “We found T-Rex’s medallion on the floor beside a body that was the same height and build as T-Rex. His face had been so badly beaten he was unrecognizable, but our sources had confirmed that T-Rex was in that dungeon.”
“Bring him anyway,” Jagger snapped. “I won’t leave a stone unturned.”
Now that he’d had a moment to cool off, and Snake was lying in a bloody heap on the floor, Tank’s tension eased. “I’ll stand down. You have my word.”
Jagger nodded, and Gunner released him right away. A biker’s word was his bond. And Tank had given his word only because of Jagger’s promise to avenge his friend. Not that they hadn’t attacked the Jacks already. After T-Rex was abducted they turned up the heat, going after the Jacks on all fronts, trying to break the Jacks’ stranglehold on the lower-level clubs in the state. And although the executive board that ran the Sinner’s Tribe MC had decreed their actions were for T-Rex, the attacks were politically motivated and strategically executed. Tank wanted something just for T-Rex. Something that would have made his friend smile.
Something personal.
FIVE
Should she stay or should she go?
Naiya looked from the motel room door to the bathroom and back again. With the shower going, Holt wouldn’t hear the door close. She had enough money from Larry to pay for a cab and find another motel for the night. In the morning she could go to the bank, withdraw her savings, call Ally or Maurice, then jump on a bus heading across the state line. Away from Montana. Away from Viper. Away from Holt.