With a click of his fingers, two men moved forward and picked up the screaming Pixie.
“Don’t let them take me, Bruiser, please, they will kill me.” Bruiser snarled at her for calling out his name. We hadn’t used any till she opened her gob.
She was crying out all the way to a car that was parked at the entrance of this warehouse.
“We will leave these two with you; they were never part of our agreement with Pixie.” They kicked the guys on the floor as they walked past, leaving the warehouse.
Bruiser moved his hand in quick succession, signaling the guys to watch them.
I moved forward to check on the men on the floor and realized that since they didn’t even grunt when they were kicked, the guys were both dead. Their cries, which we had heard earlier, had gone.
“Call your cousin, we have two dead here,” I called out to Slug, who, for once, wasn’t drunk.
Half an hour later, his cousin arrived in a cruiser, two other cruisers accompanying them. Twelve men came and climbed out of the three cruisers and approached us.
“What happened?” The cousin asked, examining the two of us.
“We heard the Jones’ boys were in town; we got word they were here. We arrived to see them beating up a woman, and these two were on the ground, they were alive when we arrived, but have since died.” Bruiser said calmly. He was used to this sort of questioning.
I offered my phone as evidence, having put it on record when we arrived, and had it in my top pocket.
The coppa checked it out and then handed it to one of the other men to watch. The cousin, having had his fill of the two on the ground, pulled out his phone and called for forensics to come for the two bodies.
“We need to take statements from you all, you know the routine, get your men out of here.” My men, as he put it, hadn’t come this close; only the six of us had moved closer, and only I had checked the bodies. The others stayed back, not contaminating the evidence, as the coppa had kindly put it.
For the next five hours, yeah, five hours, they questioned all of us. Fortunately, they did it out there and did not try to drag us back to the station. It had been a long day.
We’re no snitches, but brutal force hasn’t worked on these Jones’ guys. We have been at war with them on more than one occasion, and we weren’t to blame for this killing, nor up to covering it up either. If we had left the bodies here and called them in, there was enough evidence to say we were here, and it would be even worse for us later. Plus, it was our town, our coppa’s, our judge; they follow the laws and give us as much slack as they can, without breaking them completely.
I watched the two lads get placed in body bags and loaded into the van.
These guys weren’t that bad.
Now they are dead because of Pixie.
I am sad that they hauled her away.
What she said would most likely be true. She would be dead by morning if they didn’t get what they wanted. Unless the police act before then, I think they need to get some jurisdiction or something to go to another town, but that is not my headache to worry about. She had been in trouble since she came to us, and we should never have let her in, as she was known for causing trouble, but our soft-hearted Sticks liked to give people the benefit of the doubt, and then regretted it, within the first month. But when we saw her true colors, we should have kicked her to the sideline, but somehow, like a rat, she kept finding ways back in.
“Thank you for your patience. You can go now.” The cousin informed us, “I know this is not over yet, but for now, we get to go home, get a decent meal, because we have gone all day with nothing but water and whatever snack we had on us.” The cops didn’t give us anything.
It was dark by the time we made it back to the clubhouse. We had to fuel up and talk about what went down before we made it back. A meeting will no doubt be called, and we will go over this all over again. We have to be on extra guard. Now the cops are involved, and two dead bodies on our turf.
We arrived back, and I was never so grateful to see home again. It had been a horrible day. I don’t think we got any answers. Bruiser was more intent on getting rid of the gang than interrogating them.
Many of the members were waiting for us to arrive. Having heard our bikes arriving, I was pleased to see that Maxine had come out to greet me. Well, I hope it was for me. Cricket raced over the Bruiser before he even managed to climb off his bike, and he effortlessly lifted her so she was straddling the bike, kissing him hard on the lips. I chuckled at the sight, one I never get tired of seeing, our girls happy to welcome us home.
“Hey, are you good?” Maxine asked me, standing beside my bike, hesitant about what to do next.
I didn’t pull her onto the bike, like Bruiser, but instead flipped my leg over, and had her standing between my thighs. I pulled her to my chest and gave her a long, hard kiss.
She didn’t resist, allowing me to get what I needed.
Maxine POV
“Maxi. Max, eat up.” Sticks pushed, I hadn’t got an appetite, worried about Tank being gone so long, and no word from them, and no explanation of where they were going.
The girls don’t even know.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.