Blaine charged at the guy like he was ready to die. The guy turned and there was a split second of time before Blaine was going to eat a bullet for dinner and have dessert with the reaper. He lunged off his feet and slammed into the guy, taking him down to the ground. The gun went off but nobody was hit.
Trev jumped forward and ran to the guy he shot. He pointed his gun. “Don’t move or I’ll end you.”
The guy showed his hands and nodded.
Blaine wrestled on the ground with the other guy. They threw punches and then Blaine went in with his mouth. He bit the guy’s fucking ear and jerked his head like a dog gnawing on rawhide. The guy screamed and lost his control. Blaine ended up on top of him, socking him in the jaw, calming him down.
“Okay,” Trev said. “Everyone take a breath now. You” - he pointed to the guy he shot - “get back here with your friend.”
The guy kicked back.
Trev tucked his gun away and crouched down. “Word on the street is that you two motherfuckers are ratting out the MC.”
“Fuck you,” the guy Blaine bit said. “You assholes took our shit out of town.”
“That’s what we do,” Blaine said. He stood tall. “You don’t fuck around in this town. Not with that shit.”
“It’s how we make a living,” the guy said.
“What about you?” Trev asked the other guy.
“I got nothing,” the guy said. “Look, I’m showing you my hands, man. Okay?”
“I’m not,” the first guy said. “I ain’t no bitch.”
Trev reached for the guy’s leg and pulled. The guy kicked and Blaine wound up and kicked the guy in the face, sending him back.
Trev dug in the guy’s pocket and found two bullet casings. “So it was true. Working the PD? You think that’ll get you something?”
“Get the fuck out of here,” the guy said, covering his bloody nose.
“I can’t do that,” Trev said. “I’m here to silence you.” He reached for his knife.
“What are you doing?” the second guy asked.
“I’m going to cut out your friend’s tongue,” Trev said. “That’s a warning. And then you, motherfucker, you’re going to eat it. So that way if you think about talking, you can just think about friend’s tongue slithering around your stomach and then your asshole.”
The guy turned and threw up.
Blaine started to laugh. “Oh, fuck, Trev. Look at this.”
The first guy shook his head. “No, man, no. Come on now. It’s survival.”
Trev inched forward and grabbed the guy by the throat. “You’re right, it’s survival… and I’m the fucking fittest.”
*
Trev wiped his hands as he sat on his motorcycle. He looked at the guy he shot, his face in shock from having his friend’s tongue in his hand.
“I expect that to be gone,” Trev said. “I’ll come back and check in an hour.”
The guy let out a dry heave sound.
“Hey,” Blaine called out. “Lather it up with some BBQ and toss it on the grill.”
Blaine laughed as the guy kept dry heaving.
They left the scene and as they rode the open road, Trev felt a little regret surge through his body. Shit, if Griffin was alive and knew what Trev had just done to his daughter, he’d chop Trev’s dick off and shove it up his ass. And that was no exaggeration.
Eden was a part of Griffin. And she was beautiful. Maybe it was more than just touching her. Maybe it wasn’t.
This was the exact reason Trev always kept outlaw. Settling in with the MC was making his heart start to settle even.
Back at the clubhouse, Trev, Blaine, Gaige, and Miller sat outside, drinking beer and whiskey, wafting in the smell of burgers as prospects cooked up some food for everyone. The whole Sunday family bullshit thing was finally over. The day was almost over, too. It was one Trev could wash away with booze and face tomorrow fresh.
“You made him eat the tongue?” Gaige asked.
“I don’t know if he fucking did it,” Trev said. “He was scared, man. Nobody will be talking from that neighborhood.”
“Good work,” Miller said. “That fucking prick, Ethan…”
“We’ll get him,” Blaine said. “He and I go back. He wants my ass, Miller. That’s what it is.”
“He can try,” Miller said. “Let him try to tangle up with some other gangs and street scum. Let one of his men get popped and then see how fast he comes for help.”
“At least it’s done,” Trev said. “Can we focus on the other situation here?”
Nobody spoke.
“We have nothing new,” Gaige said. “You think The Lost Men would have hit up that tattoo shop?”
“I don’t know,” Trev said. “That’s a stretch. Ride all that way…”
“To get her,” Miller said.
“Who told them to get her?” Trev asked. “That’s the question.”
“You think Ripper found out?” Blaine asked.
“It’s just weird,” Gaige said. “The letter was sent right around the time Griffin is killed.”
“Maybe he had it written already,” Miller said. “Maybe Jenn had it. Maybe he told her to send it if he ever got killed.”
“Jesus,” Blaine said.
“So, what?” Trev asked. “Griffin had an eye on his daughter the entire time? Then he gets killed and has this letter sent to get Eden here?”