minute or so after us, Mav hogtied in the back of their truck, gagged and fucking livid.
Good.
The cunt deserves worse.
"I've been in this club for twenty fucking years! You think I'm the rat?" he says, struggling against Hawk but there's no budging him. King might have gotten huge in prison but my pops has been a brick wall since birth.
King stops in the bayou, his boots slowly sinking just a little into the soft swamp dirt, and I keep an eye out on the water, my hand hovering by my gun. "I don't just think you're the rat, Mav. I fucking know it. You thought you were slick, getting away with shit while I was in lockup, getting fucking sloppy."
Mav wrenches his body, trying desperately to get out of Hawk's grip, and Rue finally fucking snaps and steps forward to punch him in the face. One quick blow has blood pouring out of his nose and a string of vicious curses. Good thing we're out in the middle of bumfuck nowhere because he's squealing like a pig.
"King, I've been loyal the entire fucking time you were gone. I haven't fucking leaked a word to any other club, I've been on every run, spilled blood for my brothers, what else could I possibly fucking do?"
King throws the rope over the tree and starts tying it off. Mav watches him work, the sweat on his forehead running down his face and mixing with the blood pouring out of his nose. He looks worried and a little confused, nowhere near the fucking terrified he should be.
It's fine, he'll figure it out once he's up there.
"We had someone go over the books, Mav, you thieving piece of shit. You've been skimming from the fucking top for years and writing it all off. I always did wonder how you kept your hog looking so fucking good with all of the gambling debts," Rue says, lowering the tailgate on the truck and pulling out the buckets, their contents slopping around.
Now Mav is looking a little more worried.
"Skimming from the top gets me excommunicated, not fucking strung up in some swamp. I had debts, I needed some fucking money and I knew there was no way the club would help me out with that. I saw what happened when Vic asked about getting extra."
King takes a step back from the tree to admire his work. It's good, should be strong enough to hold, even with all of the struggling. I smirk at him, waiting for the signal to get moving but the Prez takes one last moment to study his traitorous brother.
"We have the footage of you making a deal with the Demons. You might not have been a rat this whole time, that might have been the very fucking first, but you sold us out. Coulda gotten a lot of men killed. Fuck, you have my prospect in the fucking hospital getting open fucking heart surgery. I'd have put a bullet in your brain for that alone but the fact he's my blood? A Callaghan, set to take over this club someday? You gotta pay the price and it's gotta be the fucking Captain."
Now he's shaking.
Only the Callaghans know about the Captain, know exactly how we torture and kill the worst of our enemies but there's rumors about her aplenty. Everyone knows something evil happens out here in the swamp.
"She's grumpy tonight. I've already given her a snack, just something small to get her excited about the main course."
"King, I didn't—"
"You did. We have it all on camera too. String him up, boys."
I grab one side of him and Rue takes the other from Hawk, walking him over to the tree and holding him in position as King starts to tie him up.
"You'll fucking pay for this. The whole club too. You think the Demons are just fucking around? Grimm Graves is going to fucking destroy everything your daddy built and make it his own personal playground. You think I wanted to hand that information over? He's fucking insane. He's mentally unstable and if you go against him then you'll end up dead too. There is no getting out of this, King. Patch over or die trying to stay Unseen. They're your only options."
King tightens the last rope around Mav's arm and then punches him in the face, the crack of his cheekbone breaking as loud as a gunshot through the warm night air.
"I live Unseen. I'll die Unseen. If that death is handed to me