The kicker was who got her pregnant. Ironically, it was none other than Flame, the motherfucker who’d tried to kill my daughter-in-law. Seems everything has come full circle now that we understand all the puzzle pieces.
Shaking my head clear of the confusion, I step into the Pocket to face the asshat one last time. I cover my mouth and nose the moment I step into the room. Fuck, he’s got this place stinking to high heaven.
Grabbing one of the face masks, I put it in place before turning my attention to the traitor to our club. “Are you ready to meet the devil?” I snarl as I step next to the table Jackal is strapped to.
“Fuck you, asshole,” he mutters.
“No thanks, you’re not my type,” I chuckle, grabbing a lever that will stand the table straight with him still strapped in place. Releasing the lever, I move around the room and grab what’s needed for what I have planned.
Placing four five-gallon buckets in front of him, I fill each one with cement mix and water before using the paddle I keep in here for mixing the materials together.
Once each bucket is mixed, I take one of the buckets and pour the cement into two smaller but wider buckets. Putting the five-gallon one to the side, I step over to the tool table and hit the switch on the radio for Drowning Pool’s ‘Let the Bodies Hit the Floor’ to blare through the room. Hitting another switch for the heat to kick on, I move back to what I was doing.
Without a word, I lift each one of the asshole’s feet and place them in the two smaller buckets.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he screams out as I step back and grab the bucket I’d started with and lift it to pour over his head. I continue with the remaining three buckets and repeat the process several times.
After the third time around, I remove my shirt due to the heat in the room and wipe my face. As I continue to cover him, his screams become muted. Pouring the last of the third round, I grab a spatula and spread the wet cement until it’s smooth where it needs to be.
I mix one last round and repeat the process of smoothing the material out. Satisfied with my work, I grab several of the steel rods and send them straight through the middle of Jackal's body.
Stepping back, I remove my mask and toss it to the floor. The prospects can come in here later to clean this mess up and take Jackal’s statue to where it belongs.
I grab my shirt and leave the Pocket. As I step out into the fresh air, I suck in the heavenly smell.
Glancing around the area, I spot Blaze, Tracker, and a few other brothers. “How do y’all feel about taking a ride?” I call out as I walk toward them.
“Where we goin’?” Coyote asks.
“To pay a visit to an old friend,” I shrug.
“Sounds good to me. You wanna change first though?” Tracker asks, pointing at the cement drying on my clothes.
“Naw, I’m good. I’ll change when we get back,” I say as I straddle my bike and bring her to life. I’d gotten her back a few days after switching it with Horse for the truck when he’d ridden up here. He got to meet Rachel and actually had remembered her from before she moved off to college.
Clearing my throat, I lift the kickstand and pull out, heading in the direction of my destination. It doesn’t take more than thirty minutes to pull up at the run-down house.
“What the fuck are we doing here?” Tracker demands.
“Takin’ care of unfinished business,” I explain as I turn my bike off and climb off.
With understanding, each of my brothers follow me into the house. I don’t bother knocking since this isn’t a friendly visit. Kicking the door in, I hear loud moans and groans coming from somewhere inside the place.
“Fuck if I want to see that bitch naked,” Tracker grumbles.
Chuckling, I follow the sounds and come to a stop at the entrance to the living room. Damn, that’s a sight I never want to see again— Rachel’s momma takin’ it up the pussy and ass while suckin’ dick.
“Which one of you is Neil?” I yell, gaining their attention.
“What the fuck? Get the hell out of my house,” the cunt screeches as the assholes stop fuckin’ her.
“I don’t think so, bitch,” I sneer. “Now, which one of you is Neil? I won’t ask again.”
“That would be me, motherfucker. Who do you think you are coming into my house like you own the bitch, huh?” Neil demands as he puts his puny dick away.
“Good to know. Name’s Stoney,” I say, pulling my gun out of the back of my jeans, lifting the gun to Neil’s head, and pulling the trigger.
Rachel’s cunt of a mother screams, covering her mouth as she begins to blubber away.
The other two men do their best to rush putting their clothes back in place. Unfortunately for them, they are too slow as I aim for each one of their heads, pulling the trigger and taking them down.
I finally aim for the cunt. “You know who I am?” I ask.
She nods her head as she begins to beg for her life.
“If you know who I am, then do you know why I’m here,” I demand.
The cunt shakes her head no and starts to back away. “I . . . I d-didn’t m-mean to have him killed. I-It was an accident,” she wails.
I still for a moment, letting it sink in what she’d just admitted. “You killed Rosco?” I snarl.
“Isn’t that why you’re here?” she asks in confusion, tears falling down her cheeks.
“No, it fuckin’ isn’t. You fucked up messin’ with my ol’ lady. Selling her to some sick fuck,” I roar and pull the trigger, hitting her square between the eyes at the same time hatred contorted her face. “Rot in hell like the monster you are,” I say.
“Damn, Prez, did you have fun?” Blaze chuckles as he walks around me to the first dead fuck on the floor.
“Naw, this was just something that needed to be done, Rachel deserves to live in peace and not worry about her whore of a mother. Plus, we now know for a fact Rosco’s accident wasn’t a mishap,” I state.
“Yeah, true. What do you want to do with this mess?” Shadow asks.
“Blaze, burn this bitch to the ground,” I order as I turn to leave. This part of the day is over and done. Now, it’s time to move the fuck on.
Nothing else I have to worry about for now. Especially since I also don’t have to worry about Rachel’s ex anymore. He’s as dead as the rest of his club. I’d heard about it from one of our nomads that Lucien fucked up goin’ against the Reapers. Shame I didn’t get my hand in, but I ended the rest of them.
All I want is to enjoy raising Luca and Corinne with Rachel, and who knows, maybe have another kid or two.
Straddling my bike, I start her up and point in the direction of home.
Epilogue
Rachel
“Holy crap, this place is a madhouse,” I murmur to Momma B as I walk with her around the Franklin Charter clubhouse. I’d finally been able to get the cast off a month after the incident only to be put in a boot for way too damn long.
If not for Stoney wanting to wait until I was completely healed before making a trip here, I’d have already met all the other ol’ ladies.
I didn’t think it would take five months. Then again, I didn’t think I’d be pregnant again within that same time frame. Well, I should rephrase that. I didn't want to think about the chances but didn’t stop Stoney from having his wicked way with me.