Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,106
glared at the strung-up man. “Not that any of us are opposed.” Dutch could’ve remained silent and I still would’ve prolonged his death. Our VP turned toward me. “Too bad Cutter’s not here. I’m sure he’d love to show you how it’s done.” The mention of the ol’ man distracted me briefly, but my focus was brought back a moment later when Dutch decided to taunt me once more.
“Did you like my handiwork?” More blood spilled from his mouth, the dirt turning crimson from the droplets. “Every time you look at the bitch, you’ll think of me.”
My arms swung forward at full force, knocking his head back from the swift upper cut, then another blow landed on his ribs, his grunts cascading over the tip of my temper with ease. While he dangled there, waiting for my next bout of anger, I frantically looked around the space. I didn’t know what I was in search of, but I’d know it when I saw it.
Pressing my thumb into the bullet wound on his shoulder, Dutch howled in pain. “Don’t you fuckin’ mention her.” I walked away, rifling through the heaps of garbage strewn all over, an old wrench tossed aside when I decided it was useless.
Then a wooden handle caught my eye, and as I drew the tool out from underneath a stack of old newspapers, I smiled.
Tapping the flat side of the machete against my leg, I made the short journey back to Dutch, his eyes opening and closing rapidly, his stare bouncing from me to the weapon I held at my side.
“I like when they fight.” Heavy breaths fell from his mouth. “And she didn’t disappoint.”
I thought I heard Stone say something behind me, but I couldn’t be sure.
Don’t let him get in your head. Zoe is safe now. I repeated those eleven words over and over, bringing the blade up to meet his chest. With a bit of pressure, not so much as I’d end him right here, right now, I sliced his skin apart. He twitched, glaring at me, as if he couldn’t believe I’d done it. A second swipe to his other side caused him to gasp, narrowing his eyes even more.
“I’m gonna do to you what you did to her.” Three additional swings of the machete, this time to above his waist, spilled more blood.
“You’re gonna stick your dick in my ass,” he garbled, laughing maniacally right before I brought my arm back, my anger overriding my barely controlled calm. The blade was buried in his side two seconds later, stuck so deep I had to tug on the weapon to free it. “Fuck you!” Dutch screamed as loud as he could manage, breathing hard and jolting against the rope holding him upright. “Untie me. Or are you not man enough to give me a fightin’ chance?” His words were choppy, but I heard most of them. Even without the weapon in my hand, Dutch was no match for me. For starters he was at least twenty years my senior, not to mention I had a good six inches and about fifty pounds of muscle on him. In no world would a fight between us be fair, not that he ever deserved such a thing. The only thing he deserved was exactly what was happening to him right now.
But then I had a thought, one which might work to our advantage if he fell for it. “I’ll tell you what. If you tell us where your buddy Griller is, I’ll untie you. Let you try and defend yourself.” Surprise didn’t cover the emotion I felt at managing to keep my tone calm and even keeled.
“Untie me first.”
“No. You tell us what we wanna know, then I’ll do it.”
“I don’t trust you.”
“I don’t care.”
I could see the cogs turning in his evil mind, weighing the options, as if he had many to begin with. He was losing a lot of blood, and if he didn’t speak up soon, I feared he was gonna perish before I had my fill of payback.
“There’s a cab… cabin about five miles east. He stays there sometimes.”
“We’re on it,” Stone said, Ford falling in step until they disappeared from the barn.
“We’ll wait to see if you’re tellin’ the truth.” Marek’s words mirrored the ones in my head. He pulled me aside, out of earshot from Dutch. “You sure you can handle this?” He looked down at my hand holding the blade. It was shaking. “I can do it if you want,