Ink: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel Rae Lake (the red fox clan txt) 📖

you, so I called out your name. That’s when he realized I knew you and was demanding I tell him where you were. I didn’t say anything, though. I would never snitch.”

She was afraid I would think she ratted me out. I knew better.

“I know, babe. I know.”

I had originally come over to say goodbye to her and tell her I would be out of town for a little while. But now I knew for sure she was being targeted as well; there was no way I could do that. She had to come with me. “Jazmine, I need you to pack a bag. Just the necessities, we have to get out of town for a couple of days. I can’t leave you here, and something were to happen because I wasn’t here when I needed to be...” I shook my head at the vision of what could have happened to her today if I’d come just a few minutes later. I didn’t want to think about it, but I couldn’t give that a chance to happen again.

“What about him?” She tilted her chin in the direction of Lou, who was still passed out on her floor.

“I’m going to take care of him. I will get one of the prospects to come and take you back to the compound. We’re going to be leaving early tomorrow.”

She nodded and turned to the closet. She pulled out a duffel bag that was already full, dropping it at my feet. “Okay, I’m ready.”

I looked at the bag and then back at her. How the hell did she know I was going to ask her to get this together?

“Had a drug boss for a father, remember? I have bug out bags everywhere.” She put her head down and sat on her couch. “You think we’ll be gone long? Should I go to the shop and shutter everything up?”

“We should be back in a few days, but I think you should go on ahead. One of the prospects will pick you up from there.” I walked over to her house phone so that I could call Clean or Devin.

“Seriously, you need a phone.” Jazmine chuckled as she opened her bug out bag and pulled out one of her throw away phones and handed it to me.

I made the arrangements, and within minutes, Jazmine was on her way to the shop, and Devin was on the way to pick her up. Lou, on the other hand, was still very much unconscious. I’d heard somewhere the longer a person stays knocked out, the more brain damage. I wouldn’t want him to have that, time to wake him up.

***

“What the fuck? Hey! Hey!” Lou screamed as he tried to break the restraints I’d made around his legs and arms. They were simple knots, but they were solid. Another skill learned from dear Ruby.

“Shut up unless you have a story to tell me,” I said as I stood over him, looking into his panicked eyes. It made me excited to see him like that. I wonder if that was how he felt every time Ruby or Harrington had me locked up at one of their parties? Was my fear intoxicating to him like his was to me?

“I’m not telling you shit, Nico, and you know it. You better fucking kill me because if you don’t, both that little girl and your new bitch are going to be sliced open from twat to throat.”

I laughed at first. My chuckling got louder and louder as I replayed what he’d said in my mind. How fucking stupid can he be? Here I was with his fate in my hands and a vendetta against him, and he was threatening me? Dumbass.

“No story, huh?” I said as my hand unraveled the heavy chain I found in the back of Jazmine’s house. “That’s fine. Marcel told me everything I wanted to hear anyway.” I shrugged.

“What?” He sighed and closed his eyes, “That fuck!” He screamed as he tried again with renewed vigor to get out of his binds.

“Ah, don’t worry. I’m just going to take you on a bit of a trip, let you see the scenic area of my wonderful town. What do you say?”

I attached the chain through the perfectly tied rope on his legs and then attached it to the body of my motorcycle. He was going on a ride.

I took off at a slow pace. I didn’t want to cause Lou too much trauma and have him die right away. It was a long way back to the clubhouse, and there was a lot for him to see.

I made sure to go the back way where there weren’t many residents. I’d have to past a few farmhouses and cabins on my way, but I wouldn’t stay around long enough for anyone to come out and ask any questions. At fifteen miles per hour, he was already screaming and crying for me to stop. I rode through ditches and patches of gravel, down into the grass and near cliff edges. Ten minutes into the ride, it was time for a break. I parked my bike and went to the back where he was lying, trying to catch his breath through all the whimpering he was doing.

“Lou, did you honestly think you wouldn’t have to pay for all the pain you caused Angel or me? That you’d go through your life living scot-free because you were in the Giles’ pocket?”

He murmured, I couldn’t understand what he was saying. His bottom lip had been torn off somewhere during the short ride. It was a strange sight.

I put my foot on his shin; the bone was bent in a strange direction, definitely broken. “Speak up.” I pressed down hard to hear him scream before I lifted my leg and waited for him to talk.

“Fuck you, Nico, I did what I was told.” He panted.

“Yeah? The day you threw me over the side of the ship, someone told you to do that? How about the day