Crucifixed (Royal Bastards MC: NYC Book 2) by B.B. Blaque (interesting books to read for teens txt) 📗

I could barely understand her, but got the gist. “What fuckin’ guy, Fi? One of my brothers who brought you here? Did one of them hurt you? So help me God, I’ll kill him!”

Was it Hazard? The Bishop?

Wasn’t FOCUS or Casket.

Who else knew?

“I saw him . . . he had a vest like yours, but I knew the voice as soon as I heard it. Oh, my God, that voice!” The shakin’ got worse and her legs were pulled tighter to her chest. “Why, Gio? I’m sorry I hurt you, but why did you do this?”

A vest like mine? Who the fuck is gonna die now?

“You need to know I did not do this to you . . . would never do this to you!” I stood up faster than I probably should’ve, but I needed to take care of shit. I was just short of losin’ control. “I love you and always have. Hold on to that while I go find out what the fuck is goin’ on. I love you, Fi! I did not do this, but I’m gonna find out right now who did!”

I stormed outta the bedroom and stomped down the hall until I was in the main room of the clubhouse. There were balls on the pool table, and I grabbed one and slammed it against a door.

“Who the fuck did this to her?” I picked up another one and threw it against the wall and broke a mirror and neon light. “Which one of you motherfuckers is gonna get Crucifixed for this!”

FOCUS ran up to me and almost caught a right hook to the face with the bottle of Jack

“Fuck, yank! You need to take your crazy Sicilian ass outside now! You wanna crucify a son of a bitch, I’ll get ya the nails and hammer, but you are scarin’ the fuck outta everyone!” He pushed the bottle into my chest and grabbed the back of my head. “Drink!”

He tipped the bottle up to me and yanked my arm until I was out the door and back in the dark garage. My adrenaline had been workin’ overtime, and I didn’t know who I could trust in that second except for FOCUS and Casket. I took a deep breath, lit a smoke, and stared through FOCUS

“Who am I gonna kill? One of our brothers did this to her and I wanna know who.”

He started to walk toward the back office in the garage, and I followed. When we got to the door, he looked at me and put a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t go off half-cocked. If you want a crucifixion you can’t just go at him like a rabid dog.”

When I got into the office, my wrath couldn’t be contained, and I slammed the chair back until that motherfucker’s head hit the wall.

“You cocksuckin’ piece of shit!” I pulled my fist back and nailed him in the middle of the face. He’d already been worked over pretty good, but it was nothin’ compared to what I was gonna do. “I knew you were a scumbag! Your ass shoulda been outta here a long time ago. Now, you’re gonna pay with your life! Do you wanna explain why?”

“Eh, I didn’t know it was your nun . . . lucky me, huh? If I woulda known you’d tapped that, I woulda really fucked her.” Rattler’s lips were busted and his words were slurred, but he was bein’ the same asshole he always was. “Wonder if you’ll still taste my cum when you kiss her.”

That prick knew he was gonna die and had basically just said a prayer for it.

“FOCUS . . . I’ll take the nails now.” I lit another smoke and thought for a second. “Bring me nine of ‘em.”

Hazard and Casket left the office and went to get things set up. We’d done it before, and they knew where I was headed with shit. Rattler does too. FOCUS stood behind the chair and rolled him outta the office. I couldn’t wait for the first nail to sink in.

Rattler was a scumbag, but to get in bed with the fuckin’ Catholic Church after knowin’ my history took a major set of balls. It was time to clean house. I only wish we’d done it sooner. Before Fi was involved.

I looked around the shop table until I found my gloves and the big clawed hammer. I didn’t wanna waste too much time on him. There wasn’t a lot to say and I needed to get back to Fi. She was my priority and Rattler was just another obstacle.

When I got over to where the guys were, Rattler had been untied and was bein’ held on a few pallets. Casket and Hazard were each holdin’ a leg and FOCUS was kneelin’ on his arms and sittin’ on his chest. He wasn’t gonna move that big hillbilly offa him before I was done.

“I don’t wanna hear your mouth . . . you’re dead to me and dead men tell no tales.” I squatted by his head and drove the first nail into the webbing of one of his beefy fingers. He screamed and I slammed the hammer into his mouth. “Shut the fuck up! I told you. I don’t wanna hear you!”

I nailed the webbing between each of his fingers to the wood and he passed out from the pain. Each time the hammer came down, it broke a finger or two until they were a gnarled mess. He wasn’t gonna need ‘em and I didn’t stop until all eight were done. That’s when he started to squirm.

“Oh . . . what’s the matter, tough guy? That nutsack climbin’ up inside ya about now?” I undid his belt and started to yank down his pants. “Don’t worry. I’m just about done with ya. Figured the last thing you’ll remember