Satan's Devils MC Colorado Boxset 2 Books 4-6 by Manda Mellett

Author:Manda Mellett [Mellett, Manda]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9781912288793
Publisher: Trish Haill Associates
Published: 2020-09-05T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Five

Mace

“We don’t know any Connor Foster, man. Why would we? We’re just squatting here for a few nights.” The Hispanic looks scared. It’s the worried look in his eyes which keep going to the area that Pyro and the others are searching that makes me think there’s something here to be found.

“Look, just let us go. We’ll collect our things and be out of here. Didn’t know this place was owned by… who are you anyway?”

Out of our territory we’re not wearing our cuts so we could be anyone.

Beef gives me a tired look. I’m not the only one who’s been awake for thirty-six hours. “Mace.”

My name, spoken in a tone of voice which only means one thing. I look from one to the other, quickly assessing which man can least handle pain. The Hispanic looks scared, but the white man? He’s all bluster, I’m sure.

“Sit him down,” I snap to Thunder. “Hold him tight.”

Taking my pliers out of the utility belt I’d thought to bring with me, I kneel on the floor and roughly pull off the man’s right boot. When he tries to kick out, Beef’s there with two sets of handcuffs. The VP soon has the captive’s legs fastened to the wooden legs of the chair. I nod my thanks at him when he stands.

When I remove the man’s sock, I could puke, and wish I’d started with his hands. But trying to breathe through my mouth and not my nose, I take a strong hold of his ankle. As I’d hoped, his personal hygiene isn’t good, and he’s neglected to trim his toenails for some time and gives me something to get hold of. Yes, I might have done this a time or two before.

“What the fuck you doing?”

“Where’s Connor Foster? Who are you working for?” Beef’s barking questions at him. “Start talking and we’ll stop this now.”

“I don’t know anything,” the man protests.

Glancing at his face, I see his eyes widening as the pliers approach his smallest toe. “You can hurt me all you like. I can’t tell you what I don’t know.”

I’ve heard similar words before, from Skull. Then, they were true. I hesitate only a moment. As things had turned out, if I could go back, I’d do it all over again, and this time, I’d kill him. Save one hell of a lot of pain that was to come. My remorse at what I’d done has gone. There is no such thing as an innocent man.

I attach the pliers firmly, then with a practised upward pull and a twist of my wrist, the yellowed nail comes away from the nail bed. Blood floods the area immediately.

The man lets out an unholy scream, and tries, unsuccessfully, to pull his restrained leg up toward his body. It will burn, sting, and then throb. Even stubbing your toe hard seems to cause a disproportionate amount of pain.

“Where’s Connor?”

“I don’t fucking know who Connor is,” the man wails.

“Who owns this warehouse? Who’s your boss?”

Silence. Right. Toe number two it is.

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