When Dad called and said he needed me to help Uncle Spider deal with someone, I’d been pissed. Delaney had been in my lap, her wet little pussy soaking through the sweats she was wearing. The feel and scent had been enough to make me come a little in my jeans, and I’d been seconds away from rolling her onto her back and burying my face between her thighs.
But I couldn’t tell him that. For one, I didn’t want him or anyone else to know about my little treasure until she trusted me completely. So far, it had been easier than I’d thought, which was a good thing. I didn’t want to mess up the progress I’d already made with her. I just wanted her in love with me before I introduced her to my parents so that she wouldn’t want to leave me once she realized Mom could be a little…intense at times.
Especially when she was trying to protect those she loved.
I knew she would love Delaney, but would it freak my girl out at how Mom tended to show her love?
Delaney was on the run from her family, who she said were bad people. And my fear was that maybe she would get the wrong impression of Mom once she realized that Raven Hannigan Reid’s go-to way of showing affection was putting a gun to the head of anyone she deemed a threat to her babies.
Uncle Spider motioned for me to back away as the guy who’d just blown chunks groaned and coughed. He was a mess, with blood and sweat dripping from his brow. His eyes were bloodshot from pain, but I wouldn’t have been surprised if this idiot was high on something hard. It would explain why he hadn’t broken yet. The drugs were dulling the pain I was dishing out.
And I’d already dished out a hell of a lot.
His left eye was swelling shut, and his nose was broken, the blood steadily streaming out. I’d taken off my cut and shirt before I’d started beating him, but my jeans still had droplets on them. My fists were cracked in a few places, but I’d put on gloves so his blood didn’t mix with mine. No fucking way was I chancing this guy was carrying something I couldn’t get rid of.
The puke had a few pieces of broken teeth in it, which didn’t surprise me. I had a powerful uppercut. I was honestly surprised I hadn’t knocked him out from all the punches to the head he’d already sustained.
“I’m going to ask you again,” Uncle Spider said in his deceptively soft voice. That tone made me have to fight a
shiver. The enforcer used that voice to fuck with his prey, get them to think they could trust him, before he struck. The last time I’d heard him use it, he’d gotten some poor bastard to spill every secret he’d ever kept all the way back to childhood. Then Uncle Spider had slit the sobbing fool’s throat without flinching. The shock and betrayal on the guy’s face when the room filled with gurgling sounds as he fought for breath that wouldn’t come while he choked on his own blood was something I wouldn’t forget. “Why were you creeping around town?”
“Just enjoying the scenery, man,” his newest victim said with a laugh. “Ain’t no crime in that, is there?”
Maybe not in other towns, it wasn’t, but in Creswell Springs, when a stranger caught the eye of the Angel’s Halo MC prez, and he didn’t like what he saw—or he felt like the stranger was a threat—it was grounds to haul the motherfucker into this old shack and question him. So far, this one hadn’t been very forthcoming. Hence, the beating he was getting.
It turned to an agonized groan when I picked up a blade and stabbed it into his right thigh. With his hands tied over his head, they took most of his weight when his knees buckled on him for a minute from the pain.
“Fuck!” he roared, his breathing coming in heavy pants now. He turned his bloodshot eyes on me and spat at my feet, earning him another punch to the face.
“Untie my hands, cocksucker,” he growled. “Let’s me and you do this right.”
I smirked and pulled the blade from his thigh, keeping quiet. I wasn’t there to talk to him. Getting answers was Uncle Spider’s job. He was the “good cop” in this little game. And when I didn’t answer their taunts, that only pissed them off more. I fucking loved it.
“Who do you work for?” the enforcer asked when the guy stopped cursing so savagely at me.
“Fuck you,” he seethed.
Uncle Spider sighed in disappointment. Turning, he walked over to the chair several feet away and sat. Stretching his long legs out in front of him, he crossed his arms over his chest and gave me a nod.
My smirk turned into something feral as I strolled to my long table of tools and took a moment to choose my next toy. This fucker’s legs seemed to be his weakness, so I grabbed the ball bat and walked back over to him. The first strike to his left knee had him screaming even louder than when I’d stabbed him.
Without giving him time to recover, I took out his other knee. Two more slams to each leg and he was sobbing as his entire weight shifted to his arms because he could no longer stand on his own.
“Tony Garcia!” he yelled, snot mixing with the blood still coming from his nose and dripping into his puddle of puke. “He’s looking for his niece. She ran away months ago, and he sent me to find her. Followed her trail close to here, then it went cold. Figured she was still in the area. That’s all. I fucking swear.”
I froze.
Delaney had said her uncle’s name was Tony, and I didn’t think it was a coincidence that there were two girls on the run from their uncle in the same town. Which meant this motherfucker had come to take my treasure away from me.
I didn’t even wait for my uncle to give me the signal. I wasn’t even thinking past the need to protect my girl as I pulled my gun and popped two in the bastard’s forehead.
“The fuck, Max?” Uncle Spider grumbled.
“I believed him,” I said with a shrug as I tucked the gun back into the waistband of my jeans. “Maverick and River are looking for a homeless girl. I figure that’s who he’s looking for.”
He grunted but nodded. “Yeah. I have a feeling that’s who he meant too.” Standing, he frowned at the mess on the floor then at the guy hanging lifelessly in front of me. “It’s Chance’s and Elias’s turn to clean up. I’ll make sure they do it right. You head on home.”
I flexed my shoulders, trying to relieve some of the tension that was starting to tighten them. “You sure? I can take care of this.”