With a growl and a few quick movements, I plant my fist into his rib. T groans in pain and Torch sends me a frown. “She ain’t a bitch,” I grumble and sit back in my seat.
“Why are you in our territory?” Torch continues his list of questions.
T draws in a shaky breath, hesitating and my brother grazes T’s lower arm with the heat. The man screams, “Okay, okay, okay! Fuck that hurts!” The wound oozes, and I have to glance away.
“Talk, motherfucker,” I gripe, sick of smelling the charred skin. I have a feeling Torch is merely getting started, so this process needs to hurry along.
“We were sent by our Prez to scope the area out at first. See where your members hung out.”
“Why?”
“Because,” T hisses in pain, his jaw trembling to get the words out, “he wants you gone. His grandson is here…he wants him back…and he thinks if your club is gone…it’ll be easier for him to take the other club down as well.”
Torch flicks his gaze to me. I know that look. Pulling my burner cell free I send a text to Viking letting him know what T just shared with us. No one would have any idea what my text means who aren’t a part of our club.
Nobody knows what we’re dealing with and the Prez wants it to stay like that. Well, minus the other Oath Keeper charter down the road. I guess they’re the reason this war between clubs began in the first place. We need these two Iron Fists to give us everything they’ve got on their club, or we’ll be exactly where we started off before finding these two—nowhere.
T continues through broken gasps and wheezes, his forehead and body covered in sweat. The raunchy onion smell only adds to the disgusting stench of burnt skin. “They’ll keep coming.”
“To look for us or to The Pit?”
“Both.”
Torch glances at me again. “Check on her. See if anyone’s shown up and watch your six.”
Nodding, I get to my feet, eager to make sure that Chevelle’s safe.
“Send Sinner down.”
“Bet,” I reply and take quick strides to get some fresh air. The reprieve couldn’t have come soon enough. I can handle blood, but the scent of torched flesh is fucking disgusting. How Torch came up with his method is a little nerve-wracking, but I understand how he got his road name and his death dealer patch, there’s no doubt in my mind.
“I figured those two would’ve kept you busier for longer,” Chevelle mutters, rolling out from under one of her cars. I didn’t think I’d made enough noise for her to know I was even here.
Her eyes meet mine, brow raised, and she has grease speckles on her forehead that reminds me of dark freckles. “Anybody else been by looking for them?”
“I thought we bonded last night, cupcake. You can answer my question.”
“You know my name, brat. Has anyone else paid you a visit?”
“No, but should I tell you since you don’t like to share things with me?”
“I’m a man, I don’t share.”
“You’d be surprised,” she replies with a cocky smirk and stands. “You don’t have anything better to do?”
“You owe me dinner.”
“The hell I do,” Chevelle huffs and closes the hood of the car. She shoots an annoyed glare in my direction before striding away, her ass swaying deliciously with each step. The woman is going to drive me insane either with that ass or her mouth.
I’m able to easily catch up to her since my legs are longer. And damn do I want to snatch her elbow and make her listen, but I learned my lesson the first time about touching her like that. She’d lay me out all over again, and that shit pisses me the fuck off if it’s not foreplay. I may let her flip me if I can bring her down to the ground with me and fuck her...otherwise, not happening.
“Hmph,” I grumble. “You’re lucky I’m even interested.”
She whips around so fast I nearly collide with her sassy mouth. “Excuse me? Look here, cupcake, you may push others around, but not me, buddy. I don’t work like everyone else. I bite back.”
With an exhale, I lean close enough to touch my nose to hers, my groin tightens at the irritation in her features, and with a choppy deep grumble I ask, “The real question is where do you bite?”
“Ugh!” She yells, hands flying up in the air and she stomps off. Knowing I’m getting under her skin has me chuckling. There are so many things I want to do to her, maybe spank that ass to punish her for that mouth.