Page 9 of Down & Dirty: Rage

Rage needed answers and he wasn’t going to get them if the asshole was out cold. Or dead.

Maybe pissing on his face would help bring him around faster.

But he really needed to hide Gabi’s cage first. He didn’t want anyone stopping thinking it was abandoned along the road and catching him in the act of extracting important information.

Fuck.It would’ve been easier to do this with two people. He should’ve brought along one of the prospects that worked at Heaven’s Angels.

Too fucking late now.

He glanced around for something to tie the man’s legs together so he couldn’t run. One fucking chase was enough for today.

He spotted a plastic grocery bag caught on a tree branch. Thank fuck for some littering asshole. He jogged over, grabbed it, then used it to secure the fucker’s ankles together. It didn’t need to be perfect, it only needed to hobble the son of a bitch.

As soon as that was done, Rage returned to Gabi’s cage to pull it off the road and hide it behind another small group of trees.

What a pain in the fucking ass. The situation wasn’t ideal, and he certainly didn’t have the same skills as one of the Shadows, but he couldn’t waste any more time, so it would have to do.

When he arrived back at the trussed up Soul, the fucker was finally awake.

“What the fuck?”

Rage glanced at the man’s name patch.Psycho?Did the motherfucker think he was some kind of badass?

“Who the fuck are you?”

Rage dropped a knee and a small portion of his weight on Psycho’s neck. “Your worst nightmare. You try anything fuckin’ stupid, gonna put more of my weight on your throat. Your windpipe gets crushed, then it gets fuckin’ crushed. You get to decide if you keep breathin’ or not.”

The biker must’ve liked breathing since he stilled immediately. While his expression was full of unhappy, Rage was sure as fuck his was the same.

“Got questions that need answers, so listen carefully to what I’m askin’. The sooner you gimme the answers I’m lookin’ for, the sooner you’re gonna be on your fuckin’ way.”To hell.“Ever hear of the Angels of Fury?”

“Never heard of ‘em.” Psycho failed to keep his expression neutral when he winced slightly.

That was enough of a sign to prove that the biker was bullshitting him. “The women ran off the road by three of your brothers.”

“Dunno who they are. Dunno who coulda done that.”

“Then I’m just gonna assume it was you. That right?”

“Fuck no.”

“Then I want the names of the stupid fuckers who ranwomenoff the goddamn road.”

“Fuck! Get off my fuckin’ neck! Dunno who it was. Just know it wasn’t me.”

“Like that shit wasn’t planned.”

“Know nothin’ ‘bout any fuckin’ plan.”

Rage ground his knee harder into the biker’s neck andmade a buzzing sound. “Bullshit. No way your prez didn’t know ‘bout that fuckin’ ambush.”

Psycho grimaced. “Got no reason to do shit like that.”

He made a buzzing sound again, this time adding more of his weight. “More bullshit. Want names. If I gotta pound them outta you one at a time, gonna do that.”

Psycho’s next words sounded a bit strained. “Don’t expect to fuck with me and not get the same in return.”

“Yeah? You’re gonna eat those fuckin’ words along with my fist ‘cause you stupid fucks touched our property.”