Meltdown of Mad Dog (Satan's Savages MC Novel #4) (18 page)

“C’mon, Mum,” he says pulling on her arm.

“No, I can’t.” She clings to me, and I hold her tightly as Billy huffs and walks into the room.

“Frank,” Billy pleads.

“Millie, baby, you gotta let me go. You gotta go, baby. I gotta let you go,” I murmur with tears now streaming down my face.

She shakes her head violently from side to side, clinging to me strongly. “No, I won’t let you die, Frank. I can’t, I can’t let you die.
I won’t let them kill you,”
she screams falling apart.

Dylan grabs her by the waist and pulls her. But her hands clench onto my arms as he tries to pull her away from me. She screams and cries as he pulls harder. I try to pry her hands from me, but her grip is tight. Billy walks over helping too, and I look in her eyes and shake my head.

“I’m sorry, I love you,” I say as she screams, and together with Billy we pry her fingers away from my arms, while Dylan pulls her off me. She screams so loud, I’m sure the entire jail can hear as he lifts her from the ground, her legs kicking as her arms reach out for me, and she’s dragged out of the room.

“I love you. I love you, Millie. I’ll always love you,” I call out as they all rush out of the room with her sobbing and screaming so loudly, and it breaks my heart so irreparably that I fall to the ground in a heap and place my head in my hands and sob into them.

Seeing her like that killed me.

I hate that my death brings her this much pain, but there’s no way out of this.

I will die tomorrow.

And Dylan and her are much better off without scum like me. 

I had a restless sleep. Normally the night before the day you die in jail you get a last meal of something you really want, I didn’t get that, all I got was a sleepless night with haunting memories of Millie being dragged away from me kicking and screaming.

God, I hope she’ll be okay.
I hope Dylan will look after her. He’s a good kid, I know he will. I just hope Millie moves on, I hope she finds another man to love her and doesn’t spend her life being unhappy. I would hate that life for her.

Billy arrives at my cell door and huffs. I take a deep breath. “It’s time, isn’t it?”

“I’m sorry, Frank, there’s nothing I can do,” he claims. I nod knowing that even paying off the guards doesn’t always work. My time’s up. I’m out of solitary and into cattle class.

Standing up from my bed, I walk to the door and take a deep breath. I’m okay with how today will go. I’ve made peace with my mortality. I just hope that Dylan and Millie can get through it okay. They’ve dealt with a lot in their lives, all because of me. Well, all the pain can stop now. I won’t hurt them anymore.

Billy escorts me down the halls and toward the yard. “I really am sorry, Frank. You’re a nice guy, I’ll try to sort something out and see if I can get you a transfer as soon as possible,” Billy says.

Half smiling, I shake my head. Kid doesn’t get it. He knows my club will be out to get me. What he doesn’t get is they are out for blood, all of it, not just to rough me up a little.

It’s a brotherhood, rat and you die.

Rules are rules.

“It’s okay, Billy, you’ve done enough. I want you to know that what you’ve done for my family and me, will always be appreciated. Thank you for letting them come and see me yesterday. I needed that.”

“Hey, I’ll see if I can get them in again for you soon.”

Half smiling again, I nod. “Yeah, that’d be nice,” I say even though I know in a matter of minutes my time on this earth will be done.

We make it out and into the giant yard, and I notice all the other prisoners congregated already. He opens the gate, and we walk through outside. The sunlight hits my skin making me smile. It feels good after a week locked inside four grey walls. Looking around, there’s groups of men all huddled together.

And then I spot them.

The Virginia crew all close together by the back fence.

Swallowing, I stride in with my head held high. I’m not letting them know how terrified I am right now. Suddenly, a guy to my left stands up and launches himself into the guy next to him in a full on fist fight.

Taking in a deep breath, I nod.

So it begins.

A roar rings through the yard as men start to race around in every direction. I stand still waiting for the inevitable blow. I’m not sure who or where it will come from, all I know is I’m a rat, and I know Wreaking Havoc is coming my way. The Grimm Reaper is hanging in the air. A flurry of bodies rushes around me as I stand tall and wait.

Suddenly, Chops appears in front of me and frowns looking at me like he’s mightily pissed off.

“You’re a sitting duck out here, Mad Dog, let’s get you out of here,” he says and grabs my shoulders turning me. 

For a moment, I thought he was going to be the one, but that would be harsh. He’s my best friend, he started this club with me, and he’s been through all the highs and lows with me. Surely, it couldn’t have been my right-hand man. He starts to push me forward, leading me out the way, when a sharp pain rips through my back. Gasping for air, I hunch forward and turn my head looking back to Chops. He frowns at me, holding a makeshift weapon in his hand. Furrowing my brows, I curl up my lip at the fact that my best friend literally just stabbed me in the back.

“Chops?”

“Don’t even say my name. You ratted on us all. We voted and called in Wreaking Havoc. Meet your maker, Prez.” Chops brings the weapon up and shoves it straight into my stomach. The pain sears through me as he slices up ripping me open. He pulls back and then continues to stab me with the object continuously until I fall to the ground, my body now numb to the pain, and I can only hear the gargling of the blood in my throat.

My last thought is of Amelia and Dylan. Hoping they can live their lives out long and happy, and I hope I haven’t done too much damage to them. Sending out a silent
‘I love you’
the darkness washes over me, and I bathe in the glory of peace finally surrounding every inch of me.

I can finally relax.

As my muscles release and my soul floats away, I can finally say I’m home.

In the blackness is where I belong.

A MONTH LATER

Placing the flowers down on the patch of barely there grass, I take a deep breath still feeling as hollow as the day I left the prison after seeing Mad Dog for the final time. Being at his grave doesn’t make the hurt or anger any less, or more, it just makes it real. He’s gone, he’s really gone, and nothing can bring my husband back. Swiping the stray tear from under my eye, Willow places her arm around my shoulders and pulls her to me for comfort.

It doesn’t help.

“Mum, are you ready to do this?” Dylan asks.

A tightness forms in my chest and butterflies dance in my stomach in excitement. “Fuck, yeah.”

“Flame, are you sure you really want to be a part of this?” he asks.

She smiles. “Being a part of this world for a while now has shown me a few things, and I think I’m ready to see the worst of it.”

I love the way she’s changed from the woman she was, to the tough and confident woman she is now. Willow is great Old Lady material. She reminds me of me, I’m glad she’s stuck around.

The wind suddenly blows, and a leaf falls from the tree next to us right in front of Dylan. He huffs out a small laugh and smiles.

“What’s up?” I ask.

He shrugs. “Just something Dad said.”

“What was it?” Flame asks.

“He said if a leaf fell in front of me it was him. It’s kind of fittin’ that we’re at his grave about to do what we’re about to do, and a leaf flies down in front of my face. Do you think he’s here?” he asks, and my chest tightens and I smile.

“I think he’s always with you, Dylan, and he’ll be with us today. We’re doing this for him, so he’ll be watching,” I say honestly.

Willow moves over to Dylan and places her hand in his supportively, and smiles leaning in kissing his cheek.

“Okay, let’s go do this,” he says, and I smile as those giddy butterflies return to my stomach.

We walk up to the prison gates, and the guard lets us all in. Dylan talked to Billy and arranged this, so I know we’re safe with what we’re going to be carrying out today.

Thank God for Billy, hey!

We’re led to a small back room, it’s dark, and there’s another room inside the room, and that’s where the guard tells us to wait. Dylan pays the guard with a giant wad of cash, and I smirk at how crooked these guards really are here. We hide in the back room, which has a one-way window so we can see out into the other room. We wait for only a matter of minutes until Billy walks in with a handcuffed Chops. My smile grows wide as he’s carrying on as they walk in.

His eyes grow wide, as he takes in the small empty room.

“What the hell is this? I knew you were crooked, Billy, but who the hell is putting you up to this, you fucking cunt?” Chops calls out as Billy pulls Chops hands up and attaches them to a chain hanging from the ceiling. It’s painfully obvious that this is what this room is for. We’re not the first people to use it.

Smiling wide as I turn to glance at Willow, she’s breathing heavily as Dylan is smirking too. Billy looks toward our room, nods, and then walks out locking the door behind him. Chuckling, I nod to the others, and we step out into the other room as Chops glances toward us and frowns.

“What the fuck is this then?” he asks.

“This, Chops, is called payback,” Dylan replies.

Chops smirks and looks at Willow. “Right, so you’re going to
‘pay me back’
with little miss goody two shoes in here?”

Steel smiles and shakes his head. “The thing is Chops, I’m here for support. It’s the girls that are here for the payback, I’m not layin’ a finger on you.”

He smirks and nods. “Right, so we’re going to have a tickle fight then?”

I shake my head and bring a small blade out of my pocket and tilt my head licking my lips. “Oh no, Chops, I plan on having a lot more fun with you than that.”

Willow chuckles and pulls out some self-adhesive wax strips. “And while I might not be able to cut you and draw blood with a knife, those mutton chops piss me off. So I’m going to give you a little wax while Mum plays with your cock.”

Steel chuckles and shakes his head. “That sounded so weird.”

“You can’t wax off my mutton chops. That’s why I got my road name, it’s how I’m defined,” Chops retorts.

“Oh, Chops, honey, you don’t get it. You’re not walking out of here. We’re having our fun and then you’re staring down the barrel of my gun. Huh, that rhymed, what d’ya know,” I say and his entire body tenses in his shackles.

“You three are going to kill me?”

“Oh no, remember I’m just here for support. It’s all those two little ladies, Chops. Imagine this big burley biker being taken out by two chicks, huh. What a way to go out, hey?” Steel says and Chops grunts moving from side to side in his restraints.

Willow steps up pulling the self-adhesive wax strips from her bag and opens one up. I can’t help but giggle to myself as Chops frowns and shakes his head.

“Seriously? You’re seriously going to wax off my chops?” he asks, and Willow smiles pulling apart the strips.

“Yep,” she chirps and then she slaps one of the strips on the side of his face really hard. The sound of the slap reverbs through the small room.

“Ouch, fuck, woman.”

“Oh, sorry, did I hurt you?” she asks.

I chuckle, and Dylan stands back with his arms folded over his chest and smirking like he’s enjoying the show.

“Seriously, you think your introduction into torture is to wax someone?” Chops asks.

“You’ve never been waxed before, have you Chops?” Willow asks rubbing the wax into his face.

“No, but it seriously can’t be that bad. I think your attempt at torture is a piss weak effort.”

“Well, the thing is Chops, the longer the hair, the more it hurts. And your chops are longer than normal hair, so this is going to be quite painful for you,” she teases.

“Yeah, right, I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Okay, here goes, on three. One, two…” She rips the edge of the wax strip off, pulling half his stupid sideburn off with it, leaving small patches on his face.

He screams out loud as he jolts from side to side in agony.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you said on three, and that shit is like fucking torture.”

All three of us laugh at his expense, as little spots of blood appear on his freshly waxed face. “So while Willow finishes waxing you, I’m going to do something a little more… your style, Chops,” I say, and he huffs rolling his eyes.

“Oh, little Miss Millie, like I’m scared of you.”

Smiling, I lean in grabbing the elastic of his pants and he raises his eyebrows.

“Oh, now we’re talking a service. I always wanted one of your famous blow jobs. Mad Dog was always talking about how you sucked better than the club girls.”

My body tenses as I hear Dylan grunt behind me. I pull down his blue prison pants freeing his semi-hard cock. Turning my lip up, I ball my fist and punch him straight in the nads.

He groans out loud, and breathes harshly in and out of his nose, as I turn to Dylan placing my hand out. “Wesley, please.”

He nods and smiles. “My pleasure.”

He hands over his trusty knife, and I turn back to Chops, who’s having another wax strip adhered to his other sideburn.

“What the fuck are you doing with Wesley, Amelia?” Chops asks through gritted teeth.

Smiling, I bring Wesley up into view and take a deep breath. “You know all those times you tried to proposition me? All those times you made me uncomfortable, and tried to get me to sleep with you behind your best friends back, and I said no every time?”

“Well, you couldn’t blame a man for trying, could you Amelia?”

Laughing, I shake my head. “You made life uncomfortable, so I’m going to make the last moments of your life uncomfortable. Always thinking with your cock, I’ll give you some time to be less attached to it.”

His eyes open wide as he shakes his head. “What the fuck does that mean?” he asks and then Willow rips the other wax strip off. He screams out in pain, and I lunge forward with Wesley and pierce straight into his cock slicing it straight off right at the top. The tiny thing falls to the ground as blood squirts out and Chops screams out in utter agony. Willow steps back as I also stab the tip of Wesley into each nut sack. Blood and innards ooze out, and a slow smile crosses my face as he writhes in pain screaming at the top of his lungs. But it’s of no use, Billy said the room was soundproof. He turns pale white as his body falls limp against the restraints holding his arms up in the air. His legs give out, and he dangles from the ceiling as his screaming dies down, and he pants in and out of his mouth so forcibly that spittle is flying out of his mouth. 

“You mother fucking cunts,” he murmurs, and I smile as I hand the knife back to Dylan. He smirks at me and nods letting me know I’ve done good. I glance at Willow, and she’s looking very pale as she looks everywhere but at the blood pooling on the ground beneath Chops.

“Mad Dog was your best friend, and you stabbed him in the back, literally. I can never forgive you for that. Virginia doesn’t exist anymore, but as the prez’s wife, I call to vote. I motion for Chops to meet with Wreaking Havoc.”

His eyes open wide, and he shakes his head. “You can’t.”

“Aye,” Dylan and Willow both say in unison.

“Millie, wait,” Chops calls out, but I bend down grabbing my small gun from my ankle boot and bring it up pulling the safety off.

Aiming it at Chops’ head, I smile.

“Prepare for Wreaking Havoc.”

“Millie wait,” he calls out again. His face contorts with fear, and I quickly move the gun down and aim for his thigh. Pulling the trigger, I shoot. The gun fires off, and he screams as the bullet enters his leg.

Laughing, I shake my head. “Sorry, my aim is a little off these days.” I pull back up pointing at his head again.

“No, wait, you don’t have to—”

BANG.

I shoot him straight between the eyes. Blood pools out of the small bullet hole and his head falls to the side as he finally goes quiet and his body falls completely limp.

We all stand here in silence just staring at his lifeless body. Willow moves toward me grabbing the gun before I can register, and then fires three more bullets into his torso. My eyes open wide as she stands there gun still raised, her chest heaving heavily, and her hands shaking slightly.

“Willow?” Dylan asks walking up to her and grabbing the gun from her still raised hands.

“What? Just wanted to make sure.”

Steel grabs her kissing her hard, and I can’t help but chuckle as I shake my head at them.

“That was so fuckin’ hot, baby,” Dylan murmurs.

I shake my head again and push his shoulder. “Hey kid, your mother is right here.”

“Sorry, Mum.”

The door of the room swings open and Billy walks in and huffs. “Guys c’mon, I have to get this cleaned up.”

Steel walks up to him and hands him another wad of cash. “We appreciate you giving us this time, Billy. We know you’re putting your job on the line by doing this, so thank you.”

Billy nods, taking the cash. “Frank was a good guy, he didn’t deserve what this trash gave him. So I’m more than happy to let this happen. Plus my Dad runs this place, so I can pretty much do what I want.”