Page 43 of Wyatt (The Black Roses MC #5)

Chapter twenty

Wyatt

F ortunately, we don’t have to wait long for that fucking asshole to come back to the motel. I’m not squeamish by any means, but the fucking dead Bone Breaker smells to high hell.

“Hope you're finished with the girl,” Nolan says as he opens the door. “I brou—” his sentence cuts off when he sees me standing in front of the bed with a gun aimed at his chest and a dead body lying behind me.

“Hello, Nolan,” I say.

He drops the bag of food and reaches for his belt, where I’m assuming he has a gun stashed.

He doesn’t have a chance to grasp it before Cash punches him in the side of the face, and he falls to the floor.

Our treasurer is on him within seconds, landing blow after blow to his face and ribs.

When Nolan stops struggling beneath my brother, Cash stands, taking Nolan’s gun with him.

“Check him for more weapons,” Ozzy says.

Cash pats Nolan down the front, then turns the unconscious man onto his stomach and repeats the process. “He’s clear.”

Ozzy grabs one of the chairs from the little table in the corner, then walks over to Nolan. He and Cash grab him under each shoulder and haul him into the chair. I grab the duct tape Liam gave me and wrap this fucker up nice and tight.

“Fuck, how hard did you hit him?” Jude asks, leaning against the wall while we wait for this piece of shit to come around.

“Not hard enough,” Cash says, his eyes never leaving Nolan.

I grab the smelling salts that are in the bag Liam handed me. Fucking serial killers’ wet dream in here.

I wave the salts under Nolan’s nose, and his head jerks back. One eye is nearly swollen shut, but the other eye frantically looks around the room.

“No one is coming to save you,” I say, stepping into his line of sight. “You really fucked yourself this time, asshole.”

Nolan struggles against the duct tape, and I release a caustic laugh.

Nolan is seething when he realizes how tightly he’s taped to the chair. “You aren’t going to get away with this. My club will find out what happened. We already know you killed three of our brothers last year.”

“You think you fucking scare us? If you’re so sure we were responsible for your missing brothers, then why the hell haven’t they come yet? Is it because they know they’ll never win against us?” I ask.

The Bone Breakers don’t have much of a reputation other than being tweaker desert rats who raise hell occasionally in the small town they live in. Not much of a threat to any other club worth a damn.

“Red isn’t scared of you,” Nolan says.

“Then why isn’t your president here?” I ask, holding out my arms and looking around the room before my gaze zeros back in on the beaten man in front of me.

“He sent you to do his dirty work and is probably back in Arizona snorting crank of some nasty club skank you fuckers keep around.

Face it, Nolan. He doesn't give two shits about you.”

“Fuck you,” Nolan spits. “When I don’t check in with him, he’s going to come looking for us.”

“And he won’t find shit. Just like last time,” Jude says. “Bet you didn’t know it was me and my old lady that took your brothers out. They were just as incompetent as you fucks.”

“You think you can keep dropping bodies and there won’t be consequences?” Nolan asks, as stupid and cocky as the stories I’ve heard about him.

“You think you can take my old lady and our son and live to see another day, asshole?”

Nolan glares at me through his one good eye. “The kid is mine.”

“Wrong. Colby has never been yours.” I grab a knife from my belt and plunge it into his thigh to make my point clear, then lean down so that I’m eye level with the soon-to-be dead man.

“Colby and Maizie are mine, and you made the fucking stupidest decision you possibly could have when you threatened my woman and took my kid.”

I stand and look in the bag sitting on the bed, spotting all sorts of shit. Needles that you can put under fingernails, pliers, a box cutter with extra blades, and a bottle of epinephrine with several syringes.

“Goddamn, Jude. Your brother is one sick fuck. I like it,” I say, pulling out the pliers.

“I have some questions,” I tell Nolan. “And we can do this the hard way”—I wave the pliers in front of his face—“or…well, the harder way. That’s the one where I keep you alive with what’s in the bag. Or you can answer my questions and I kill you without having a little fun first.”

“Fuck you,” Nolan says.

A deadly smile spreads across my mouth. “The fun way it is, then.”

I grab the side of his face and wrench his mouth open, sticking the pliers inside and yanking out a molar. He lets out a bloodcurdling scream, then quiets when I drop the tooth on his lap, breathing hard.

“Who’s helping you? Is it the Italians?” We know they were friendly before Finn Monaghan took over their organizations. Have a few of the men dissented?

Nolan spits. “Fucking scumbags bent the knee to that Irish piece of shit.”

So, not the Italians.

“Was it someone closer to us? You seemed to have information about my woman that no one in this room would have told you.” Namely, where she lived and that she and I were together.

“I’m not telling you shit,” he sneers.

I nod as though I’m completely nonplussed with his declaration and look inside the bag again. “Did you know the human foot has approximately two hundred thousand nerve endings?”

Nolan stares at me.

I look toward Jude. “Take his boot off.”

Jude bends and rips the boot and sock off Nolan’s right foot.

“You should have just told him, mate,” Jude says with a mild chuckle. He stands and slaps Nolan on the face a few times with a laugh.

I grab two thick needles and slide them both under the toenail of his big toe. Nolan screams like a little bitch. Can’t hardly blame him, I guess. This one has to hurt.

“You have nine more toes, Nolan,” I yell over his screaming. “And I have plenty of needles left. Is someone helping you find information about the club?”

“Fuck you!” he yells as sweat begins to drip down his face.

I shrug. “Have it your way. Jude, grab his other boot.”

Jude kneels again, but before he gets the boot off, Nolan screams for him to stop.

“I don’t know who Red has been talking to. But he’s been dealing with someone out here. Someone who wants Shine and all the surrounding towns. They deal in pills and meth and know you keep that shit on lockdown.”

“Who is it?” I ask, standing in front of him with my arms over my chest and a couple of needles in my hands.

“I don’t know, man. Like I said, he’s been tight-lipped. Paranoid. He’s never been the type to share information outside of the officers, but even they have no clue.”

I grab the knife sticking out of his thigh and twist it.

“Fuck! I told you everything I know,” Nolan screams. “He wanted revenge for our missing brothers. He knew you had something to do with it, and he reached out to a couple people. No one wanted to help him because of your in with the Monaghans. He finally found someone who didn’t give a shit.”

“See, there was more,” I say. “I just needed to jog your memory.”

“That’s it. I swear,” he says in a tone that begs me to believe him. And I do. Nolan doesn’t exactly strike me as the type his president would confide in.

“Listen,” Nolan pants out. “My parents are loaded. If you let me go, I can get you money. Anything you want. You want me to sign over custody of the kid to you? Done. I’ll never tell a single soul what happened here. I swear to you.”

“Nice to know you’d be willing to sell out your club, you piece of shit,” Ozzy spits at him. “Fucking just as worthless now as you were back in the day.”

“Oh, Nolan,” I say, grabbing the gun from my holster.

“You don’t have to sign shit over to me.

Wanna know why?” He doesn’t answer, not that I expected him to, but I’m still determined to make my point before I send him to his maker.

“Because you hurt two of the people I love more than my own life. You took what wasn’t yours to take.

You threatened my club and my family. And you’ll pay with your life. ”

I raise the gun and fire a bullet between his eyes. Blood oozes from the wound as his head falls back.

“There’s someone other than the Bone Breakers who wants to bring trouble to our club,” Linc says.

“Sounds like,” Ozzy agrees. “Let’s deal with one problem at a time. We’ll get this cleaned up, then it’ll be time to plan our attack on their clubhouse. Now that these assholes are taken care of, we bought ourselves a little time before we head out to Arizona.”

Jude opens the door and waves at whoever is outside to let them know that we’re finished here.

“Let’s get going then. This place is a fucking mess,” I say.

“We’ve got this, brother. You and Jude go home and be with your families,” Knox tells us.

“I would argue,” Jude says. “But fuck it. I want to check on Little Bit and Lucifer.”

“You sure?” I ask.

Both Ozzy and Knox nod. “Go. Be with your woman and son,” Ozzy says. “You get the next cleanup.”

Liam comes walking in and sees the state of Nolan’s body, nodding in approval. “Ah, I see you found the needles. Well done.”

This fucking guy.

“I’m taking one of the vans back to the clubhouse,” Jude tells his brother. “Lucy and Cece need me. Barrett should be back soon to help.”

Liam reaches into his pocket, pulling out the keys and tossing them to Jude. “I’ll be over when we’re finished here,” he says.

“Thank you,” I tell him and turn to my brothers. “All of you.”

“This is what family does,” Ozzy says. “Now go make sure yours are okay.”