Page 77 of Wheelie's Challenge
“I’m Amber—Brewer’s ol’ lady. I hear you wanna come shopping with us.” The blonde put two fingers in her mouth and whistled then waved over a couple of women sitting on the olive-colored couches. “This is Wanda—Bullet’s ol’ lady and Shania. She wears Ryder’s patch.” The women exchanged greetings and soon Sofia walked out of the room with them, clutching Wheelie’s credit card in her hand.
“Hope you set a limit,” Smokey said as the men watched the women go.
“If she’s anything like Cara, you’re in deep financial shit.” Hawk brought the beer bottle to his lips.
Wheelie chuckled. “I guess I’ll find out soon enough. It’s the first time I’ve given my card to a woman.”
“Fuck, brother. You should’ve asked us dudes with ol’ ladies,” Bullet said. “Wanda would spend up to the limit of every credit card we had if she could.That’swho you’ve got taking your woman shopping.”
“Amber’s not much better,” Brewer added.
“I’m still paying the damn bills from Shania’s last shopping spree.” Ryder crossed his arms against his chest.
“You’re fuckin’ screwed,” Smokey said, and the men sniggered.
“I better have another one,” Wheelie said, watching Sofia and the shopaholics drive away.
Rock came over with Breaker and Wheelie bumped fists with them. “Panther said you were looking for me.”
“Yeah. Just wondering if you wanted to see Tigger alone before we got started.”
“Where’s the sonofabitch?” Banger asked as he narrowed his eyes.
“We got him in the brig,” Breaker answered. “We’ve been playing mind shit on him since we dragged his ass over here, but this is your deal. If you need some help, let me know.”
“We’re cool.” Hawk clenched his jaw.
“Did Animal come?” Wheelie asked.
Smokey shook his head. “Once he found out you didn’t need his help with the asshole, he stayed back.”
“Should we get this shit over with?” Jax asked as he finished his joint.
“Yeah,” Banger said in a flat voice.
Killing a brother, even an ex-member and a thief, was never easy. They walked in silence as they followed Breaker to a garage, heaviness weighing on all of them. After opening the steel doors, Wheelie walked in and saw Tigger tied to a metal chair with bright lights shining in his eyes. Wheelie’s gut twisted, and even though Tigger asked for everything he was going to get, it still pained him to see that a brother had stooped so low.
“You shoulda stuck around like a man and taken your punishment,” Banger gritted as he came close to the ex-member.
“He’s still got Insurgents tats on him,” Breaker said as he closed the steel doors.
“We’ll take care of that,” Axe said.
The garage had concrete floors and the walls were reinforced with sound proofing materials. Suspended from the ceiling were several beams that had hooks and pulleys attached to them. Metal tables lined two sides of the room and instruments of torture adorned them. A single stainless steel table stood off to the left.
Tigger lifted his head when the bright lights went off. He scanned the room, his gaze landing on Wheelie. “Why the fuck ishestill in the club?” His biceps bulged when he pulled at the restraints. “He fucked my wife. Do you bend the rules for the brothers you favor?” He spat on the ground.
“This isn’t about Wheelie,” Hawk gritted.
“We dealt with that already,” Rock added.
“None of this shit matters. We’re here ’cause you fuckin’ stole from the brotherhood and you were a member when you did it. That and only that, is why we’re here.” Banger went over and punched Tigger in the face. “Where’s the fuckin’ money you stole from us?”
Tigger lifted his chin up and stared the president in the eyes. “I spent it. It’s gone. You’ll never see a cent of it. I can’t believe it took you dumbasses so long to figure out that someone was stealing from you. I shoulda done more. I—”
Wheelie’s fist sinking into Tigger’s belly winded the ex-brother for a few seconds then he laughed dryly. “I shoulda killed your ass when I had the chance. You fucked my wife! You can all pretend this piece of shit is better than I am, but he isn’t.” Tigger shook his head. “You couldn’t even find your own woman, you pathetic loser. Were you fucking her all the times you took her to see me when I was locked in the goddamn pen because ofher?”
“She had nothing to do with that. You never knew how to treat her. Now she’s safe.” Wheelie threw another punch at Tigger.
