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Chapter Twenty-Two

Breaker

“Where are you at?” barked Mud.

“Just driving around,” he answered, following the brunette. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on her hot little body as well as that rock around her neck. The sapphire had to be worth thirty or forty grand.

“You need to get your ass down to the clubhouse, brother. Rumor has it that ‘The Judge’ might be looking for your ass.”

His eyes widened. “The Judge? Where’d you hear that?”

“Misty. She overheard Slammer talking about it earlier. Called and give me the heads-up.”

“I’m not afraid of that asshole. I’ll slice his nuts off if he tries taking me down. Shove them up his ass.”

“You’d better be. From what I hear, the guy has never missed a delivery, and this time, you’re the one on order. Now, get your ass back here so we can figure this shit out.”

Breaker sighed. That foxy little Adriana was just going to have to wait. “I’ll be there in twenty.”

“Don’t stop off anywhere. We’ll be watching for you.”

Click.

Breaker set his phone down and got into the right lane. As he was about to turn, he rolled his window down and waved at Adriana. He couldn’t see her face, but something told him that she wasn’t smiling. In fact, he was pretty sure he’d scared the hell out of her. The knowledge made his cock swell.

“Mother fucking Prez,” he mumbled, lighting a smoke. He loved Mud and the rest of the crew, but in reality, they really were a bunch of pussies. Every last one of them. His brothers seemed to shake in their boots whenever ‘The Judge’ was mentioned. Well, he wasn’t afraid of the Zorro-wannabe-faggot. The Judge was a joke. He wasn’t even part of any club. The fact was, he would love to face the asshole and show him who the real judge was. Maybe stick a gavel up his ass and call it a night.

Laughing to himself, Breaker turned down a dark, dead-end street and parked his truck in a quiet spot. He couldn’t help it – he needed to get off. Chasing Adriana had wound him up and now, all he could think about was fucking the little cunt. Pushing the ‘Play’ button on his stereo, he began listening to the CD he’d made. The one where he’d recorded the last bitch’s screams. Jessica’s. The fact that it was Slammer’s Old Lady’s daughter made it that much more exhilarating. He’d noticed the girl when he’d been trailing Slammer last summer. Saw her leaving his house. From that moment on, he’d followed the sweet piece of tail everywhere, waiting for the right opportunity. When he’d noticed her roommate leave with a suitcase a couple weeks back, he’d broken in and made himself at home. The rest was history. Sweet history that he’d recorded for his own sick pleasure. Sure, he knew he was a little twisted, but it didn’t change the fact that he enjoyed torturing women. Making them beg for their lives.

Breaker got rid of his cigarette and unzipped his pants. Imagining himself on top of Adriana, he spit in his hand and began to jerk off.

“Yeah, baby,” he whispered, moving his hand up and down as the girl on the CD whimpered, begging him to stop. He closed his eyes.

“Look at me,” demanded the voice on the CD. His voice. “You see me?”

Panting, Breaker remembered the terror in Jessica’s eyes as he stared into them, and it brought him to the edge. Just as he was about to blow his load, he felt the cool barrel of a gun against his temple.

Gasping, he opened his eyes and found himself staring at a man he didn’t recognize.

“You’re one ugly cuss, you know that? I can also see why don’t get many dates,” said the man, turning down the stereo. “Also, I don’t know if anyone has ever told you, but your taste in music is pretty fucked up.”

“Who the hell are you?” he said, trying to shove his dick back into his jeans.

He smirked. “If you have to ask, you’re even dumber than I thought.”

“Fuck you,” he growled.

“Why don’t you beg? Like the girl on the CD, you sick fuck…”

“Go to hell.”

“Thanks for the invite, but I’m not ready yet. Tell everyone that I said hello.”

Breaker’s face turned white. “Wait a minute. I’ve got money, too. I’ll pay you double. Whatever they offered, I’ll pay more.”

“This one isn’t about the money.” He lowered the gun to Breaker’s limp dick. “It’s about a girl whose life you ruined,” he said, pulling the trigger.

Chapter Twenty-Three

I pulled into a parking lot, which was across the street from Club Hideaway, and parked the car. Then I texted Krystal. She called me right away.

“Perfect timing. The shit is about to hit the fan. Jason is heading toward the door with some girl, and we’re getting ready to follow him.”

“I’ll wait out here. I don’t want him to see me.”

“Good idea. I’ll call you right back,” she said, hanging up.

I stayed in my car and watched the front door, anxious and scared at the same time. A few minutes later, I saw Jason step outside with a girl. He had his arm around her shoulders. I noticed she was lucid and actually seemed to be enjoying their conversation. It made me wonder if I was wrong about everything. Sure, he’d been an asshole, but had he really drugged me?

As they walked toward the parking lot where I was hunched in my car, the club doors opened again. This time, Trevor, Tank, and Krystal stepped outside.

Blowing out my breath, I watched as the three kept their distance and followed them into the parking lot. Just as Jason approached his car, which was a couple rows away from mine, Trevor confronted him.

***

“Excuse me, Jason?”

He turned around and looked at me.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” he asked.

“No, but I think you know her,” said Tank, nodding to Krystal.

Jason’s face turned pale. “Ah, hey, Krystal. What’s going on?”

Krystal smiled coldly. “Heard you abandoned my friend last night. After you tried raping her, you fucking asshole.”

The girl standing next to Jason took a step back. “What? Jason, what is she talking about?”

“Nothing, Michelle. Get in the car. I’ll handle this.”

“But –”

“Get in the car,” he said firmly. “Please.”

Sighing, she opened the door and slid into the front seat.

Jason turned back to us. “What’s this all about?”

“You slipped something into Adriana’s drink last night,” I said. “What was it?”

His face darkened. “That’s bullshit. I didn’t do any such thing. Is that what she told you?”

In three strides I had him by the throat. “Look, you ass-fuck,” I spat. “That shit could have killed her. What the fuck was it?”

He tried clawing at my fingers. “I didn’t,” he croaked. “Let me go.”

I reached into my jacket and pulled out my revolver. I held it to his head and cocked it. “Tell me or I’ll blow your head off, motherfucker.”

“Oh, my God, no!” hollered Adriana, who was running toward us. “Don’t!”

I lowered the gun and shoved it into his nut-sack. “Don’t worry, Jason. I’m not going to kill you. Just remove the source of your problem.”

“Please,” he begged, holding up his hands. “It wasn’t me. Seriously. It was Lucas. He did it. For Gary. It was his birthday.”

I glared at him. “Explain.”

“Lucas just wanted him to get lucky. The shit was just supposed to make her horny. That’s all I know.”

“Gary wasn’t interested in having sex with any of us,” said Krystal, looking horrified. “Don’t put the blame on him.”

“I’m not. I mean, you’re right. He didn’t even know about it.”

“But you did,” I said sharply. “And you tried raping her.”

“No,” he lied. “I swear…”

“Say goodbye to your little friends,” I said, mimicking Al Pacino.

He began to cry. “No! Please! I’ll do anything.”

I heard the sound of sirens in the distance.

“Time to leave,” said Tank.

Swearing, I slammed my fist into Jason’s face and heard the distinct sound of his nose breaking.

He sank to his knees holding his nose. “I think you broke it. Oh, my God!”

I grinned. “Good. It looks like it’s your lucky day, fuck-face, because that’s all I have time for. Now, I know you’ve heard of the Gold Vipers and now we’ve heard of you.”

Jason’s eyes moved to my jacket and the realization of who I was associated with made him look like he was going to shit his pants.

I grabbed him by the collar and looked down into his face. “I ever hear of you or your friends drugging these or any other girls, you’re dead. You feel me?”

He nodded quickly.

“I mean it. You’ll be ten feet under and I’ll bury you myself if I have to. I have plenty of shovels.”

“I won’t. I swear,” he cried.

Although I still wanted to beat the fuck out of Jason, I released him. 

“Let’s bolt. The cops are getting close,” said Tank.

I turned toward Adriana, but she wouldn’t even look at me. Sighing, I grabbed her by the elbow and began ushering her to the car she’d gotten out of. “Meet me at my house,” I said, when we stopped.

“No,” she said, pulling her arm away.  She continued to avoid my eyes. “I can’t.”

“I’m coming with you, Adriana,” said Krystal, approaching the car.

“Okay,” she answered.

“We need to talk,” I said, feeling the tension between us. I couldn’t understand why she was pissed. The guy got off with a broken nose. Shit could have been a lot worse.

She didn’t say anything, but I could tell the wheels in her head were turning rapidly.

“Raptor,” said Tank. “I’ll meet you back by the bikes.”

“I’m right behind you, brother.”

Tank held up his hand. “Call me, Krystal.”

She nodded. “Yeah. I will.”

“So, you have a gun,” blurted out Adriana, looking angry.

“Yeah, so?”

“Yeah,
so
?” she said, laughing coldly. “I guess my mother was right. You’re not just trouble, you are fucking dangerous.”

I tried to remain calm, but it wasn’t easy. My adrenaline was still on overdrive. “Not to you.”

“Famous last words.”

“Bullshit. I would never hurt you,” I said, staring at her in frustration.

“You’ve got that right. Goodbye, Trevor,” said Adriana, getting into her car.

I wanted to stop her, but I could see the cherries from the cops heading down the street. Swearing, I took off running.

Chapter Twenty-Four

“Wasn’t that insane?” said Krystal, digging around in her purse. 

“Very.”

“God, I need a cigarette.”

“I thought you were quitting.”

“I was, but after that scene, can you blame me?”

I smiled grimly. “No. I guess not.”

“Do you have some cash on you?” she asked, pulling out her wallet. “All I have is a five dollar bill and I’ve already maxed my credit card.”

“Another reason why you should quit smoking.”

“Don’t be a drag,” she said, laughing.

I rolled my eyes.

“Seriously, can you loan me a couple bucks for a pack of smokes?”

“Yeah, fine.”

“Thanks.”

“Where’s your car?”

“At their clubhouse.”

“Where is that?”

“A couple blocks away from Griffin’s.”

“You want me to drop you off there, right?”

“If you could?”

“Why not? I’ve got nothing else going on.”

She sucked in a breath. “Is that the necklace from your dad?” she asked, leaning toward me.

I touched it and smiled. “Yeah.”

“I can’t believe you’re wearing it. It’s beautiful.”

“Thanks. I have to admit, I was nervous wearing the thing.”

“I would be, too. If someone found out it was real, they’d try and steal it.”

“Speaking of which…” I told her about Breaker, from when I first ran into him, at the gas station, to where he chased me after work.

She stared at me in horror. “Oh, my God, are you serious?!”

“Yeah. It was scary. I headed toward the police station and he must have known what I was doing, because that’s when he left me.”

“That prick. You should call Raptor and let him know.”

I shook my head. “Oh, no. I don’t want
anything
to do with him.”

“You know, he has the hots for you.”

“I don’t care. Raptor is fucking crazy,” I said firmly. “You saw him back there. He could have shot Jason.”

“Why do you care? The guy is a douchebag.”

I looked at her in surprise. “Don’t tell me you’re condoning murder now?”

“No, of course not. But, Raptor was just trying to scare him. Now he’ll think twice about drugging girls for sex.”

“After that, you’d think so.”

We pulled into a nearby gas station. She ran inside and bought a pack of smokes. When she got back into the car, she asked me if she could light one up.

I grunted. “Seriously? I just bought it. It still smells new.”

“What if I open the window?”

I frowned. “You know that doesn’t really help.”

“Fine,” she pouted, shoving the cigarettes into her purse.

I let out an exasperated sigh. “Do you want me to pull over somewhere so you can have one?”

“No. I’ll just wait until we get to my car,” she said, looking out her side window. She was silent for several minutes and I knew something was definitely wrong.

“You mad?” I asked.

“No,” she replied, looking back at me. “I’m just thinking about Tank. I’m afraid of what he’s going to do when I break it off with him.”

“So, you’re really going to do it?”

She nodded.

“Good. They’re both bad news. I’m sure Tank carries a gun, too.”

“He does.”

“Great. Well, if I were you, I would definitely do it over the phone.”

She smirked. “I was planning on it.”

“So, where is this place?” I asked, as we neared Griffin’s.

She directed me past the strip joint to a warehouse district, about two miles away. We pulled up to a set of gates.

“Great, how do we get in there?” 

“Very easily. It’s not locked,” she said, opening the car door. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.”

Krystal got out and ran up to the gate. She unlatched it and pulled it open. I drove through it and waited for her to get back in.

“My car is just over there,” she said, pointing to a row of vehicles that were parked near the side of an old warehouse.

“So, this is where these guys usually hang out, huh?” I said, driving slowly. “The building looks abandoned, except for the cars.”

“Most of those belong to the club whores,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “The guys keep their bikes inside of the building. There’s a garage door in back.”

“Why are the windows all boarded up?” I asked, stopping behind her car.

“Because of the shit that goes on inside,” she said, picking up her purse. “It’s like a playground for men in there. They’ve got this wraparound bar with hundreds of bottles of booze.
Hundreds
. A couple of wide screen TVs, some video and pinball machines.” She smirked. “Hell, they even have a stripper pole.”

“Why does that not surprise me?”

“I know, right? Get this, some of the girls walk around naked, like it’s no big deal.”

“Classy.”

“Exactly. Anyway, I’d better go,” she leaned over and gave me a hug. “I’m just going to go home and crash, I think. I’m still a little hung over from last night. I tried the old ‘Hair-of-the-dog’ thing, but it’s not working.”

“Okay. Call me, tomorrow.”

“I will.”

Krystal got out and walked over to her car. As I watched her get inside, my cell phone went off.

Trevor.

I ignored his call but then he began texting me. Sighing, I picked up my phone and called him.

“Where are you?” he asked.

“I just dropped Krystal off to her car and now I’m on my way home,” I replied, backing out of the parking lot.

“Wait there for me. I want to talk to you. I’m only a couple minutes away.”

“We have nothing to talk about.”

“Yes. We do.”

“Look, I’m grateful for what you did, picking me up in the middle of the night and letting me stay at your house, but it can’t go any further than that.”

“That’s not what I got from that kiss, earlier.”

That was before I saw you almost kill someone.

“Things have changed,” I said, driving away from the clubhouse. Knowing that he was almost there, I wanted to put as much distance between him and my car as I could.

“What do you mean?”

“I think you know exactly what I mean. That thing with Jason…”

“He needed to be taught a lesson.”

“You broke his nose.”

“Yes, I did.”

“And you threatened him with a gun.”

“Of course I did. He needed to know we meant business.”

I sighed.

“Did you expect me to ask him nicely?”

“No, but I didn’t expect that!”

“Look, Kitten, he deserved a lot more than what I dished out, believe me.”

“He wasn’t even the one who slipped me the drug.”

“No, but he knew about it and tried to use it to his advantage, didn’t he?”

“Yes, but –”

“And then he threw you out of his car, in the middle of nowhere, without giving a shit. You’re probably lucky to be alive. Are you really going to stick up for that asshole?”

He had a point.

“No. I’m not. I just don’t like the way you handled the situation.”

“I did what I had to do, to ‘handle it’. And because I scared the fuck out of him, College Boy will think twice before trying something like that again. I guarantee it.”

“I’d say.”

“Now, if that’s all you’re pissed at, then I need to see you, Kitten. Tonight. Are we good?”

“I… um…I guess so. I’m kind of tired. Maybe we could have lunch or something, tomorrow?”

“Lunch?”

“Yeah.”

He chuckled. “Hell, we can do that, too. I’ll see you soon.”

“But –”

“Meet me at my place.” He hung up.

I stared at the phone and realized this was the second time, in twenty-four hours, that he’d cut me off when I’d tried to say ‘No’.  He obviously didn’t do well with that word.

Sighing, I put my phone down and headed toward my own house. If he wasn’t going to listen to my protests, he’d sure as hell hear my actions loud and clear.