Nasty Bastard (Grim Bastards MC Book 4) (20 page)

A whimper comes from Torch as Boz walks over and slaps me on my back. “Remind me never to piss you off, brother.”

Lifting my chin to him, I turn to look at Dad. “Since you thought it was a good idea to take matters into your own hands and bring this fucker in, you and Rocky can head back to the junkyard and start digging his grave. We’re gonna need a big fucking hole, so you better get busy now.”

He grunts at me but doesn’t say anything, just walks over and grabs a shovel and motions for Rocky to follow him out the door. After the door is shut, I look over to Hack. “Go to the shop and grab the wooden crate the new motor for Dad’s truck came in. That should be big enough to squeeze his ass in.”

He does as I say without question, shutting the door again as he leaves the room. When it clicks shut, Brew asks, “What do you need from me, Smoke?”

“Get this fucker some water and a flashlight. I don’t want him dying right away. I’m not sure how long the air will last, but I want him to spend every minute he has in there knowing death is coming his way.”

Boz and I spend the next few minutes cleaning up, leaving Torch hanging from chains attached to the ceiling. When Brew gets back, we take him down, and my brother forces a few drinks of water down his throat. By the time that is done, Hack is back.

“I carried the crate out there. Round and Rocky’s about got the hole dug,” he says with a smirk on his face, not at all upset that we are about to bury this fucker alive. “They decided using the backhoe would be a bit easier than shovels.”

“I’m figuring we should get this shit done before my woman comes looking for me,” Boz says throwing an old blanket over Torch then tossing him over his shoulders. “I want him in the ground.”

We stay quiet as we walk through the clubhouse. More than a few brothers see us, but not one asks a question. In fact, they turn their heads and go on about their business like they see this shit every damn day. By the time we step outside, everyone knows something is going on, but none of them has any idea what. We head straight to Dad and Rocky, our way dimly lit by the lights of the clubhouse.

When we reach them, Boz tosses Torch to the ground and turns to look at me. “Are you sure this is really what you want to do, Smoke?”

“You think I should just end him? Do you honestly think he has suffered enough for everything he’s done?” I ask, my voice filled with anger.

Boz looks from the box to me. “I’m not questioning what you’re doing here, not even saying I don’t agree with it. I just want to know that you are gonna be okay with it tomorrow or ten years from now.”

I think about my answer for a second or two then nod my head. “Oh yeah. I’ll be fucking thrilled that I made him suffer until he drew his last breath.”

Torch attempts to push his broken and bloody body off the ground, looking at me through swollen eyes. “Please, man… don’t… don’t do this shit. Just put… fucking bullet… my head. Don’t… think I’ve suffered… enough?”

I ignore him and look over to Hack. “Drop the box.”

He does as I say, shoving the crate into the hole. Brew follows closely behind him, dropping a few bottles of water and the flashlight into Torch’s coffin. When that’s done, I walk over to the bastard I’ve hated for years and toss him over my shoulder.

I walk straight to the hole and dump him in, not feeling an ounce of mercy in my soul. He rolls over to his back and lets out a pain-filled moan. He’s about to start begging, but I cut him off with a shake of my head.

“You’re gonna be in hell soon, motherfucker. When you get there, tell Stone I’m gonna work hard to erase every memory his daughter has of him. I’m gonna make sure she has the sweet life he never had,” I growl through gritted teeth, then grab the top of the crate and place it over him. A relieved breath pushes its way out of my lungs as I hear it click in place, followed closely behind by his screams.

After a moment of silence, Boz comes over and lays his hand on my shoulder. “Let’s get this shit done, brother.”

Taking in another deep breath, I shrug, trying to pretend doing this isn’t messing with my head. “This shit is done, Boz. Now, we just need to do a little clean up. Then, we can forget this fucker ever drew breath.”

Gidget

Rolling over in the bed, my fist hits the pillow. No matter how tired I am, I just can’t seem to sleep without Layton beside me. I haven’t seen him since Boz came and got him hours ago. I’m not sure what is going on, but I know it isn’t good. Luckily, it’s something I will never have to know about. Club business will never affect me, even if I someday wear his cut. Still, it’s lonely being in bed without him.

Finally giving up, I crawl out of bed and jerk on my clothes. A minute later, I’m headed up to Addy’s room, hoping she is still awake. As I hit the third floor of the club, I hear the sounds of Addy and Trix’s laughter coming down the hall. Thank goodness, I’m not the only one waiting for my man.

Knocking on the door, I open it without waiting for a response. “Y’all mind having a little more company?”

“Come on in and join the party,” Trix says, pointing to the gallon of mint chocolate chip ice cream sitting on the table.

Closing the door behind me, I take a seat and take the bowl Addy is holding out to me. “I’m glad I’m not the only one awake.”

“There is always someone awake at the clubhouse. You just may not be able to understand what their drunk asses are saying,” Addy says with a smirk.

We all share a laugh while I fill my bowl with ice-cream. Our laughter dies as we stuff our faces with useless calories. By the time they’re done, Trix is looking at me with a look of concern on her face.

“Hey, the guys are fine. Stop looking so worried,” she says with a shake of her head as she refills her bowl. “You gotta get used to these late nights if you’re gonna be an old lady. They come with the territory.”

Before I can respond, Addy puts in her two cents. “Bullshit. We never get used to it. We just learn to tolerate it a little better. If you were, you wouldn’t be up here in the middle of the night shoving sugar in your mouth.”

“True.” Trix looks between the two of us before adding, “I’m not sure if it means much, but Boz came into the kitchen for a bottle of water earlier. He didn’t say anything, just grabbed the water, gave me a quick kiss, and walked back out. At least, that tells us they are somewhere around the clubhouse.”

Knowing that Boz is here makes me feel a little bit better. “If he’s here, so is Layton. Maybe I’ll be able to sleep sometime tonight.”

“Hopefully,” Addy says with a nod, quickly followed by Trix’s agreement. “Maybe they’ll even come back in time to do more than sleep.”

We are all sharing another laugh, when a prospect comes running in the door. My concerns are instantly back when I see the look of panic in his eyes. Whatever is wrong is bad, really damn bad.

“Violet is down in her room, screaming and crying. She says she’s losing the baby,” he says, looking to Trix for instructions.

She looks to me and Addy. “Fuck, I don’t know what to do.”

I take a minute to put my anger at her aside, before my nursing skills kick in. “Is she bleeding?”

“I don’t know,” he answers, looking uncomfortable with the conversation. “I didn’t see any blood, but I didn’t exactly look.”

His eyes leave mine and go back to Trix. “She’s hollering for someone to help her. I don’t know what to do, so one of you ladies need to come take care of it.”

Trix and Addy look nearly as uncomfortable as the prospect does, so I know this is on me. “It’s okay. I’m a nurse and have dealt with more than a few miscarriages. I’ll go down and check on her.”

Both girls nod; the relief is easily read on their faces. I stand up and follow the prospect to the door. Before I walk out into the hallway, I turn around. “Call an ambulance. If she is losing the baby, I want her to get the best treatment possible.”

Trix pulls her phone out of her pocket. “I’ll call right now, but I’m not sure how happy Boz is gonna be having outsiders on the property.”

I simply shake my head and continue walking, knowing she will do as I asked. There is no way I’m not going to do everything I can to save this child, if there even is one. Layton may be sure that it’s not his baby, but he could be wrong.

As we hit the stairs, I ask, “Where is she?”

“She’s in the back of the club. Lettie calls them the slam rooms, for whores the brothers don’t want to take to their rooms.” He gives me a flirtatious smile, but it fades from his face as fast as it appeared. “Sorry, I shouldn’t be saying shit like that right now.”

I don’t respond, just follow him to the back of the clubhouse. When we reach the door, he turns to look at me, all the color drained from his face. “If you gotta do anything to her, I’m gonna step out to the hallway. All right?”

“That’s fine,” I reply, giving his arm a gentle pat. “I probably won’t need to do anything but talk to her.”

He nods then opens the door and leads me in. “Violet, I’m back. Smoke’s woman is with me, says she’s a nurse.”

Before we take more than a step or two into the room, the door slams shut behind us. The sound causes me to jump, and a high-pitched yelp slips past my ears. Turning around, I see Violet standing behind me with a gun in her hand. Before she can raise it, the prospect rushes her. His hands don’t even reach her before the gun goes off. The prospect falls to the floor, his vacant eyes staring up at me.

She doesn’t even take the time to look at him, just raises the gun to my chest. “Now, I’ve got you right where I want you. I knew one of you bitches would fall for that miscarriage story. Figured it would be you. You haven’t been around here long enough to know the old ladies don’t waste time on us whores.”

“Are you fucking crazy?” I ask, forgetting to be scared for a minute. “You just shot a man! You killed him, Violet.”

Before she can answer, someone starts pounding ruthlessly on the door, then Trix’s voice hits my ears. “What the hell is going on in there?”

“He’s dead,” I shout, my voice coming out in a rasp. “She killed him.”

“Don’t worry about him,” Violet says calmly, not at all worried someone is standing outside of the door. “He’s the least of your problems, considering you’re gonna be lying beside him in just a few minutes.”

Finally, fear overcomes my astonishment at the situation. Thoughts of Parker and Layton hit my mind, and tears start to fill my eyes as I realize I may never see either of them again. I have to do something, and I have to do it now if I want to keep that from happening.

Staying quiet, I slowly inch my way away from her and look around the room for a weapon. She doesn’t move, but a smile spreads across her face. Seeing it, a chill spreads from the top of my head all the way to the tip of my toes.

She lets out a shrill sounding laugh and says, “You’re not getting away, so you may as well give up.”

I gulp back the knot in my throat and ask, “Why are you doing this, Violet? What do you hope to gain from it?”

“Before you came here, everything was perfect. Smoke came to me nearly every day. I just knew he was going to make me his old lady,” she says, her smile becoming even more frightening. “I always dreamed of being an old lady, and it was gonna happen. Then you came in here and fucked everything up.”

For some reason, the first thing that hits my mind is the fact that she doesn’t want Layton. She simply wants to be an old lady, and he was the quickest path to get what she wants. Why that stands out at this moment, I don’t know. I guess a part of me is pissed that she is doing all this, and she doesn’t even love him.

“After I shoot you, I won’t have to worry about Smoke wanting you anymore. He will be all mine again.” She finishes in a sing song voice, “All mine.”

I can tell she’s ready to take me down, so I try to keep her talking. “Do you really think he is gonna want you after you shoot me? All he’s gonna feel when he looks at you is hatred. I’m his and will always be, no matter what you do.”

“We’ll see about that,” she says with a manic smile and pulls the trigger.

A second later, I’m on the floor, bleeding profusely and praying Layton gets here in time to save me.

Smoke

As I throw the shovel down on the ground, only one thing fills my mind: disappointment that I will never hear Torch scream again. It didn’t take nearly as long as I thought it would to bury him, not with all of us shoveling dirt. Each shovel I threw on his box caused a smile to form on my lips. Knowing we were burying him alive, even though that life would be short, felt so fucking good that it scared me a bit. What the fuck does it say about me that I can get so much pleasure from doing something so fucked up? Maybe I’m just as bad as he is?

As that thought crosses my mind, I look around at my brothers, at my own father. Every single one of them has a smile on their faces. Like me, they think the bastard deserves whatever he gets for fucking with Shelia and Gidget. If I’m fucked up in the head, at least I have good company.

“I doubt we’ll ever find the money Stone took,” Brew says, tossing his shovel on the ground. “We’re gonna have to tell the other members.”

Boz shakes his head, letting us all know that shit isn’t gonna happen. “The money will be replaced by us; the rest of the club will never know anything about this shit. Each one of you knew what it meant to put on that officer cut. A portion of all money coming to us for the next year will be taken to replace the money.”

Each of us nod our heads in agreement, not one person voicing a complaint. The Pres is right. With all the extra privileges and a hell of a lot more money that comes with being an officer, a shitload more responsibility is laid on our shoulders.

“I think it’s time for some beers,” Dad says, not sounding the least bit stressed about the fact he just lost a fuck ton of money or that he buried a man alive.

Rocky looks at him and shakes his head. “Fuck a beer, I want a bottle of tequila and a woman to suck my cock.”

Hack slaps him on the back and nods. “Sounds like a plan to me, brother.”

Before anyone else can say anything, the sound of a shot echoes through the air. Instinctively, we all start running to the clubhouse. By the time we hit the door, another shot is fired. After that, someone lets out a bloodcurdling scream.