Page 43 of Bane's Beginning

At that, I laughed. “I wonder if that ever actually worked for stupid fucks like you.” Grabbing a knife from the desk, I walked over to him and bent down towards his face. “We both know you’re going to die here, Preacher. It’s up to you to decide how long and how painful that death is going to be.”

Before he could say anything, I used the knife to saw off his left ear. His gut-wrenching screams filled the room as he begged for mercy, but luckily it was soundproof. “Listen,” I said, throwing his ear into his lap. I heard the boys behind start laughing. Hollywood sounded like he was about to piss himself.

“I won’t show you mercy,” I said to him. “You can ask your god for that when you meet him. Until then, you’re stuck with me.”

“I don’t know anything,” Preacher bellowed in between sobs.

“You like bets don’t you? I bet you three fingers and four toes that you do,” I said, gesturing to the desk. Ares handed me some pliers and I watched as Preacher’s eyes got big. “Want to bet?”

Ares walked over and extended his leg out as I attached the pliers around his pinky toe. He screamed and tried to kick his foot from Ares’ grasp, but he was unsuccessful. I squeezed down on the pliers until I heard the crack and break of his toe as it flopped to the ground.

“That’s one,” I said. “Six more to go.”

Two hours had passed. We each took turns torturing the fuck out of this guy, and I was almost sure that he wouldn’t tell us anything, but, when Ares threatened to cut off his dick and shove it in the ear I cut off, he finally caved.

“Carson,” he screamed. “We have a small warehouse in Carson that we work out of. That’s all I know. Only officers stay at the clubhouse. We just meet up at the warehouse for church.”

“Why drugs?” I asked.

“Because,” he said, spitting on the ground. “We’re sending a message. Times are different now. This is the new world order and once we take over, shit ain’t gonna be nothing like how you fuckers run it.”

I took a minute to process the information he told me. I grabbed onto Ares’ shoulder and said, “Get the meeting details and then kill him.”

He nodded, and proceeded to walk over to him. Screams followed me out as I walked up the stairs. I needed a hot shower and my girl. With the Sons being back on our asses, things were about to change. We had a war on our hands and I couldn’t fight back this nagging feeling that we weren’t the ones in charge.

***

I sat in my office after getting off a conference call with the other local chapter presidents. I needed them on high alert if we were going to war and needed back up. I heard a knock at my door and I shouted for whoever it was to come in.

To my surprise, it was Thea. She looked stunning, like she always did. She was wearing one of my Martyr T-shirts for ourtowing business and black leggings. She was swimming in the shirt, and I felt a sense of pride as I looked at the gorgeous girl that was wearing my clothes.

“I guess I finally have the chance to see your books now,” she joked, referring to when we first met. She walked over to my desk and sat on top of it, facing me.

“You have no idea how many times I thought about fucking you on my desk,” I said as I leaned in to kiss her. She kissed me back through her beautiful chuckle.

“I came in here to check on you, not to be slutted out,” Thea responded and poked a finger into my chest to softly push me away.

“Check on me?”

“Yeah. You got the strange call and then Anna forced me to watch movies with her all day.”

I had asked Anna to cover for me while I handled the idiot down in the basement and then showered. We hadn’t talked much about club business or how ugly it could get, but I was concerned she’d run if she knew the whole truth. I saw the way she looked at me when I roughed Marcus up, and it was almost as if she was scared of me. I didn’t want to take any chances, so I had Anna distract her.

I knew eventually we’d have to talk about club business and how bad it could get, especially with a war brewing, but I wanted to be selfish and hold on to this version of her a little longer.

“I’m good,” I said, pecking her lips. “Thanks for asking.”

I grabbed her hips and slid her down so she’d be sitting directly in front of me. I loved the little squeal she made as I grippedthe sides of her leggings and took them off, one leg at a time. I moved her closer once again. She was propped up on her elbows and her legs were spread open, giving me the perfect access to her already glistening pussy.

“Now I’m even better,” I said as I dipped my head to kiss the inside of each of her thighs.

“Maverick,” she moaned out and I felt my dick get even harder. Fuck, I loved the way she said my name, I love it even more when she moaned it as she was coming.

“Yes, sweetheart?” I asked as I dipped my tongue to give her a quick lap at her pussy. Her body tensed and I repeated it once more. She knew what I wanted. I wanted to hear my sexy-ass girl beg me to make her cum on my tongue.

“Please,” she heaved deep breaths. “Please lick my pussy.”

“That’s my girl,” I groaned. “Keep your eyes on me or I stop. Okay?”