Breaking Dragon (17 page)

“Fuck me. I thought I was done, but suddenly I want to feel that too.”

“About time.”

“I’m going to have to tame you before you kill me,” Dragon said climbing back on top of me. I look into those dark eyes that never fail to stop my heart.

“Bring it on, Big Boy.”

And he did….

Chapter 16

Dragon

Fuck it had been a stressful two days. I finally got Nicole packed up and moved into the club. She was fighting me every breath, mainly because her girl was being a bitch and refusing to come to the club. Nicole had flat out refused until I got a little more creative in my convincing.

Tonight would be the first real night Nicole would be staying at the club. I wasn’t going to fucking lie I didn’t know how she was going to fit in. I was expecting drama with the Twinkies. Tonight was also a party night and Nicole would probably see shit that will make her run. I wouldn’t let that happen. Or I wasn’t going too but then Skull had canceled out our meeting the night before and we were meeting up tonight instead. I was fucked. I couldn’t be there watching over my woman and here with my men and Skull and I fucking needed to be here.

Crush and I walked into the old factory’s slaughter room. I normally took care of my business at the shed, but since this involved Skull to a certain extent I moved to a more central location. I didn’t like it, but I also didn’t want that fucker on my turf, knowing where my shit was.

Skull and three of his men, Beast, Copper and Torch were already sitting in the corner watching as Gunner was hosing down our entertainment for the night. Bull
and Freak were sitting across from Skull’s men saying nothing, just watching.  I had
Irish, Frog and Striker watching over my woman. I was still hesitant about Striker, but he seemed to be innocent of this shit. I couldn’t go around blindly accusing my own. With three of them surely Nicole would be safe, that’s all I could do for now and it’s the only way I would agree to come here tonight.

Twist had been tied up on a meat hook now for two days. His face was swollen, his ribs bruised and I could tell Freak had been working on him with his razors. There were fine little lines with blood trailing along them all over Twist’s naked body. The lines were cut just deep enough to separate the layers of skin, and in perfect vertical form, straight as an arrow, except for the word Rapist that was written across Twists stomach. Freak was an artist with a knife or razor. Scary fuck, but handy to have on your side for damn sure.

“Let’s get this damn meeting started.” I said, as I sat down at the meeting table across from Skull.

“Damn Dragon, I was hoping the lovely Nicole had improved your mood.”

“She did, that’s why I want to be done with this shit and get back to her.”

Skull was wise enough not to say anything back. Good call.

“My boys explain shit to you?”

“Si, though I am sure you know by calling this meeting, I am not so stupid as to leave a clear trail pointing back to me or my compadres,” Skull answered.

“I do, which means we both have an enemy we need to find before this shit escalates.”

And fuck me, this shit always had a way of escalating, it hadn’t bothered me before. Now, I had Nicole to worry about. I still wasn’t sure how the hell that had happened.

“Freak, you about ready to start?”

“Plastic is all rolled out just waiting on you Boss man.” He said as if he was bored.

I look at Skull. “You warned me about this mother fucker before. Do you have any more intel you willing to share?”

“Sorry mi amigo, I wish I did, but I have nothing I wish to speak of to you or your compatriots”

Fuck! That meant he knew something more, though nothing he was willing to tell me. Why can’t shit ever be simple?

I rake my hand over my head. I dread what’s coming next. I can handle beating down and torturing mother fuckers, they bought their ticket and in my world you had to prove you were strong. You had to be someone others could not fuck with.

Still, the fact that tonight I would be doing that shit to one of my own was bitter in my gut. I keep my mind on Jess. It replays the beat down Twist gave her and how he laughed with each kick of his steel toe boot. It pictures how he raped the poor unconscious girl afterwards. Jess was a sweet girl, she even reminded me a little of Nicole to look at her. I kept that thought up front as I got up from the table. I make my way over to Twist and remind myself that this fucker destroyed an innocent woman and betrayed his brothers. Gunner turns off the hose.

“Untie him and put him in the tub. You got the shit on?” I ask because there’s not a doubt in my mind how this is going to go down.

“Yeah, Danny has the stuff going now.”

I nod and stand against the wall watching as Freak and Gunner lower Twist into the cast iron tub. His eyes are swollen together so he can’t see, but he has to know what’s happening. He’s seen what we do to those who betray us and try and cross us. There’s a reason we’re the Savage MC. I grab the pliers and knife off a makeshift table and walk towards him.

Truth be told, I don’t have a stomach for this shit. This was only done when information was needed. I’d much rather shoot a fuck between the eyes than go through this. I know the men felt the same. Freak took care of the crap job, because it had to be done and done right, to protect the club. I knew he didn’t truly like it either. Fuck, if he did I’m not sure I’d want him on my side.

I bend down and take the filthy oiled rag from his mouth that the boys had used to gag him with.

“You ready to talk fucker?” I ask, already figuring what the answer would be.

“Fuck you. You’re going to kill me anyway.” Twist said and let’s face it, he wasn’t wrong.

I grab him by the hair of the head and decided to lay it out for him.

“There is a world of difference in how you die. I can make it easy, I can make it hard. Now I know what I hope you’ll choose, but betraying the MC shows me you’re not the brightest fuck. So, I figure you might need some convincing.”

“I’m not telling you a thing.” Twist said, and I pull over the small stool by the tub to sit because I was right. He’s not that bright and obviously this is going to take awhile.

“Do you know what lye is fuckwad? See everyone talks about acid but if you heat lye up way past boiling and pour that shit on a human body? In just a few hours all you got is liquid slop.” I tell him, as run my Bowie knife along the outline of his Savage MC tat on his chest. All the brothers had one and clearly I needed to be more careful about who I let wear it.

This fuck up was on me. I knew I should have black balled Twist from the beginning, but Irish and Gunner and Striker had all voted to patch him in. I usually tried to run the club by majority vote. This was one time I should have paid more attention to my gut.

“We’ve used it before. Fuck stinks worse than pigs in shit. There won’t be a trace of you left for one sorry-ass to grieve. It’ll be like you never existed. All we do is pull the drain open and wash you down into the sewers where shit like you belongs.”

“Fuck you.” Twist said, but oh I can hear the fear in his voice this time. That was good because fear meant the fucker might tell me what I needed to know.

“What really bothers me the most is that none of the other punks who tried to betray the MC held our mark on their chest.”

“Yo! Crusher you think we should allow Twist to carry our symbol on him into hell?” I ask, my knife still dancing around the tat in question over the heart.

“Abso-fucking-lutely not Prez!
” 

“Yeah, I don’t think so either, but let’s be fair. All those that say this fuckwad can keep his tat say Aye.”

I reach over and put on the latex gloves that Freak had put on the floor beside me. I waited a minute for effect and then lean even further down so my voice is in Twist’s ear.

“Listen to that silence fucker, looks like fun time is about to begin.” 

Then I let my knife slice into the skin in a deep ‘X’ through the tattoo. I pick up one of the loose pieces of skin and saw it off throwing it in the tub. I do that four more times, until the tat is completely removed and the pieces are lying along Twist’s naked legs.

Twist had screamed and is crying now, but I block that shit out. I’m sure Jess cried out too, and she was just a helpless slip of a thing. Twist deserves this and worse. I lay my knife on a rag that has been placed on the floor and then take off my bloodied gloves, throwing them in the tub.

“I swear you might be more of a pussy than I thought Twist. You’re crying more than poor Jess did. Did it make you feel like a big man hurting someone innocent? To rape a woman you had already beaten to the point she was unconscious?”

I picked up the pliers and twisted the fuckers head back.

“Danny told me his stew manages to melt everything but you know me Twist, better to be safe than sorry. Hold still now, this is going to hurt like a son of a bitch. Kind of like how poor Jess felt when you broke her fucking arm.”
I said, using my pliers to rip out one of his front teeth. 

“Or maybe it will hurt as much as when you broke three of her fucking ribs you ass fuck.”
      
I put the tooth on the plastic by my feet and yank out two more. Twist is trying to moan but since I kept the pliers jabbed into his mouth that’
s pretty much impossible. 

“Shit boys, Twist smells like he’s been sucking your dicks. Damn breath is killing me.” I complain going in to pull another one. Twist passes out and I put the new tooth with the other three. Then yank off the new set of gloves I had put on, throwing them in the tub.

“I’m taking a break. Wake the fucker up in a bit and get him ready for round two.” I growl walking to the door. “Skull, you and me now,
” I said and didn’t look back. 

I light a cigarette and lean up against the outer wall of the building, waiting for Skull. He didn’t take long and I offered him a smoke. I didn’t usually smoke, but some things called for a good smoke and a stiff drink. Fuck if this wasn’t one of them, I may even let myself get lost in the booze later tonight.

“It is not easy being a leader mi amigo,” Skull said,
taking a smoke and looking out over the abandoned property. 

The cement is cracked and weeds are growing through it. There are a couple of old junked cars and lots of trash. Place is a shit hole, but with the purpose it had, that seemed fitting.

“What aren’t you telling me Skull?” I ask straight out, it is time to cut the bullshit. Skull and I would never be the best of friends, but there is a grudging respect of sorts.

He took a drag on his cigarette and blows out the smoke. In the distance a train whistle lets out a lonely wail.

“Dragon, talk on the street is of two adders in your nest, mi amigo. The fuck up in there being a small fry in a big ocean, and word is trouble is headed your way.”

“Trouble is headed my way every damn day.” I growl, watching the glow of the fire burn on the butt of my cigarette.

“Perhaps.”

“Besides, I already knew that shit from the call Twist made at the end of the tape, asking if I was distracted.”

“Si.” 

“So, you have names?”

“None I am willing to share at this time, but I will when I find a reliable source, doing so now may implicate an innocent man. I warn you though you shouldn’t trust anyone.”

I threw the cigarette away and gave Skull a hateful look. I might understand what the fuck he was about, didn’t mean I had to like it.

“Let’s get this shit done.”

Chapter 17

Dragon

It had been a fucked up day. I had pulled the rest of Twists teeth and cut off his fingers, when it became apparent the fuck wasn’t going to talk. It pissed me the hell off. I needed something more to go on and for some reason I thought for sure Twist would have caved. All he would tell me in the end was that he’d see me in hell. A man could almost respect that, if it hadn’t come out of the mouth of a woman beating, rapist.

I don’t know why he didn’t break, whoever was behind this shit, cultivated a fuck of a lot of loyalty apparently. I had left Freak and Gunner to deal with what was left of the scum. There wasn’t much; the skin with the fingerprints and the teeth were dissolved separate, so I could be sure there was nothing left. Then the Mexican stew Danny had prepared was poured into the tub with Twist. It took several hours, but eventually he really would just be a stain in a sewage line. The fucker deserved less than that.

Now I’m sitting here at the club getting drunk. Nicole had come over and tried to pull me out of my head several times, but I shot her down. Why? Because I’m a fucking asshole, that’s why. She doesn’t deserve it, and I can tell from the blush on her face I had embarrassed her.

Now, she is watching the club Twinkies and she is clearly not happy with what is going on. I hated to tell her, but for the most part this was a quiet night for everyone. Hell there wasn’t even any open fucking going on. That will probably change before long, since the alcohol is flowing heavily and all of my men are
in fucked up moods.