“Call the cops, let them know what we’ve discovered. Make it from their landline. Willa held on to give us names; now they pay. Big Al take Tati home and make sure she’s secure and safe. Zeus fucked up today. The rest of you, I want those fuckers found. We’ll use our wet room,” Chance spoke.
“Wrong,” I replied, stepping in front of Chance. “I’m an old lady, and three old ladies were involved. Chance, I’ll deal with their retribution.”
Big Al’s eyes widened as Chance’s head snapped towards me.
“Do you know what you’re saying, Tati?” Chance demanded.
“Chance, your brothers deal with club shit. This is exactly that. But old ladies deal with female shit, and I’m the only old lady Hellfire fuckin’ has. Do you understand me?” I snarled. Chance studied my face before checking with Big Al.
“You get the women,” Big Al said.
Thirty-six hours later.
Casually, I whirled the lead pipe around in my hands, smiling at the three lumps of inhumanity in front of me. Within six hours of discovering the bodies of our brothers and sisters, Hellfire had captured those responsible. Their wet room turned out to be an underground bunker with a couple of rooms hidden not far into the Black Hills. Unless you knew what you were looking for, you would drive straight past the dirt road. Even if you discovered it, you’d never find the entrance because it was buried in the ground.
I’d been here ever since the women were brought in. At first, they thought they’d be freed because they knew Hellfire had an aversion to hurting girls. That Hellfire wasn’t like Zeus’s gang. But they hadn’t counted on me, and I was beyond pissed. Big Al had tried to get me out of Chaser’s home without looking at the other bodies. But I’d needed that. I required those images to carry me through. Seeing those good men and women, those children, laid to waste, what poor Mia had suffered. Oh, my anger was truly stoked.
Chance ensured I always had two brothers with me. But I hadn’t needed them. Once the women were tied to the chairs, they were all mine. Quietly, I watched for a while to see who the ringleader was. Judging by the fearful glances Queeny and India kept sending Pixie, I made a guess. Approaching Pixie, I grabbed her hair and yanked it back and, without a word, stabbed a knife straight into the flesh of her thigh. Pixie screamed like the bitch she was, and then I turned to the table where I’d had Shee and Tiny place some shit for me.
I picked up a hammer and the chisel and asked Shee to remove Pixie’s shoes. Shee sent me a wide-eyed glance before he did as I ordered. Moments later, I knelt at Pixie’s feet and hammered the chisel straight through her left foot. The noises that escaped Pixie’s lips were appalling, and then I repeated the actions with her right foot. Quietly standing up, I took the two portable clamps I’d requested, fixed them to Pixie’s breasts, and tightened them until her skin turned purple. Calmly, I stuffed a dirty rag into Pixie’s mouth to shut her up, and then I stepped back and eyed Queeny and India.
“I ain’t finished with Pixie yet, not by a long shot. Now, you can either talk, or I repeat those actions on you,” I said, pointing at Queeny. She was screeching through her gag, and I nodded to Shee to remove it.
“Hellfire won’t kill us; we’re women,” Queeny shrieked, her stare going to Tiny and Shee.
I shot her a withering smirk. “You ever wonder what happened to Ramona?”
It had the intended effect. Queeny let out another shriek. I shoved the gag in her mouth and rolled my eyes. While I knew I hadn’t touched my wannabe pimp, they didn’t. I walked back to the table and picked up two railroad spikes. Fuck knows why Hellfire had them here, but I’d spotted and claimed them. Without remorse, I nailed Queeny’s feet to the floor, leaving her red-faced and screeching behind her gag.
“Anything to say?” I urged India as I removed her gag. India sent a fearful stare at the other two and nodded.
“What do you wanna know?” India whispered, resigned.
“Who murdered the women?”
“Pixie shot Willa, and I shot Amy. Queeny reshot them both after us,” India replied as tears fell down her cheeks.
“Who killed the kids?” I snarled.
India broke into sobs.
“Tati…”
“Answer me, bitch! Who murdered those beautiful boys? Who raped and slaughtered little Mia? Eight years old and Mia was raped and killed. Who fuckin’ did that, India?” I screamed into her face.
“Pixie, Queeny, Hound and Grinder went upstairs. Where’s my husband?” India asked. Snot streamed out of her nose as she cried.
“Beaker? Oh, he’s in with Hellfire,” I announced.
India’s head shot up as confusion crossed her eyes.
“Why are you doing this? I don’t understand. Why is Beaker allowing this?” India demanded.
“I said Hellfire India, not Zeus’s punk ass gang. The real Hellfire brothers have your husbands and their cronies. And believe me, they’re going to fuckin’ suffer,” I replied as Pixie began screeching behind her gag.
“Hellfire doesn’t kill women,” India sobbed. I drew back a fist and punched her straight in the nose. A sickening crunch echoed through the room as I broke it.
“Do I look like a Hellfire brother? Old ladies take care of wives. I’m dealing with old lady business. The brothers police their own, as do we. And as I am the only real old lady in Hellfire, it falls to me. Who raped Mia?”