Holding On (53 page)

Hem and Shame finally come back in.
Shame will hardly look at me, but Hem stares at me with certainty.
Something is brewing behind those chocolate eyes. Those are my
mom’s eyes, and it worries me instantly.

“
Hem, what are you doing?
Why are you looking at me like that?” I mutter softly but loud
enough he can hear. Shame grabs my shoulder as a way of bracing me
for this.

“
I’m going to kill him,
Mace. He’s good as dead. Do you get that? Greyson touched you, he
fuckin’ hurt you. He’s dead. Those wolves Warren mentioned, Grey
will wish he were sent to those wolves. Fuck no that won’t happen,
he’s mine.” His voice is so dark and scary and his face is etched
in hate. I look away from him and want to block it all out. This
doesn’t even look like Hem.

“
No! This is not what I
want. He did these things to me, not you. I do not want his blood
on your hands. You have more shit to deal with then him! You need
to get to Warren and be sure no one gets hurt, namely you! Warren
promised nothing happens to me as long as you go to him. You’re
going to HIM dammit. Deal with Grey later.” Shame sits on my bed
next to me, looking directly into my eyes. There I have my answer.
It’s done. Hem has made up his mind and he’s choosing to deal with
Greyson first, for me. Dammit this is not what I want. I’m pissed
at both of them.

“
YOU ARE NOT LISTENING TO
ME. FUCK GREYSON MEYER. DEAL WITH WARREN SO YOU’RE SAFE. YOU WANT
TO JUST GO OUT AND KILL SOMEONE, DO IT. BUT KILL
WARREN.”

“
No.” That’s his final
word as he turns to the door but I’m not finished.

“
PATRICK, YOU DO THIS. IF
YOU DELAY YOUR SAFETY FOR ME IN ANY WAY. I WILL HATE YOU FOR
IT.”

Hem turns back to me and says with an
uncanny certainty. “I love you, Mace. So much. That fuckin’ animal
will never touch you again.”

Sadey follows Hem out the door and
Shame and I are left staring at it as it closes with a
bang.

“
Shame, stop him. I mean
it. You fuckin’ stop him. His focus is on WARREN NOT GREYSON. Grey
is nothing, he’s nothing! Warren is plotting ways to kill Hem right
now!”

Shames shakes his head and holds me
while I cry on his shoulder.

*****

--HEM--

Fucking bastard. I knew his shit was
bad but that fucking bastard beat her! He fucking touched her,
abused her! My mind is wrapped around ways of making him suffer at
my hands. This is personal, so fucking personal.

Warren not being Mace’s father doesn’t
surprise me. My sister is so much good and he’s a piece of shit.
Doc was good, Mace got that from him. This thought is so peaceful.
The connection I always felt to Mace was a resemblance of Doc.
Everything fits together, it’s perfect.

I will kill Greyson first.

I hate the call I’m about to make.
This is dangerous shit but I need to focus and I have faith in my
brothers to have my back as I head into it. I’m not telling them
what I’m doing but I know my boys and they are going to help me
even though I’m not even going to ask. This is brotherhood, the
life. Family has your back, either way.

I hit the call button, bile rising
knowing I have to hear Warren’s victory song in my ear. “Well
Patrick, there’s my caller. I see you still can’t tell time, as
ever. Your call is late but I’m willing to let it go, being that
you’re going to give me the news I’m seeking.”

“
Shut the fuck up. I want
Greyson. Before I come to you unarmed and accepting of your
revenge, I want Greyson. I’m going to kill him, you should know
that. Fucker touched my sister. He’s dead. Deal?”

He tisks into the phone as if he’s
some king on a throne. Fuckin’ bastard is playing with me. “Oh my
now Patrick, are you asking now after all that has played out
around you me if there is honor among criminals? It’s amusing
though, you asking that is. You’re asking me to give you my monkey.
He’s been a good pet this year. Did you know he worked for Switch
before me? He helped me kill him as well. He’s a hungry animal and
though I do find his energy used to hurt women offensive and vile
he’s been loyal to me.”

“
Give me this. I need to
be sure Mace is safe, that she stays safe. She told me the
gentleness you showed her, Warren. You cannot control that idiot.
He will hurt her, he almost raped her under your fuckin’ watch!”
Fuck I’m not against begging. He wants even a shot at me, then I
want that fucker dead in the unlikely event he pulls it
off.

“
He’s yours. If we are
weighing honor among us then Patrick, I have him delivered to you
and you do what you deem necessary. After that, you come to me. You
contact me and we’ll set it up. No fuckin’ games do you read that
clear? No brothers, no saviors, no alliance with my men. You come
here to claim your families’ safety, give me this and I give you my
word your family is free from this Club and all the retaliation it
would transfer to them if you don’t.”

“
My word.” I’ve very well
just signed my death warrant. I’m giving this man what he has
wanted all of his fuckin’ life. In return, if I’m not careful I
lose mine. The stakes are high, but my ante has just been set on
the table. Now I’m betting on my family and that my brothers will
find a way to keep me from harm’s way.

Chapter Twenty
One
:

''He was just a coward and that was the worst
luck any man could have.''

--Ernest Hemingway

I’ve waited for this since
Mace asked me to meet Greyson years ago. I’ve told the boys that I
talked to Warren and somehow I had managed to talk him into just
giving Greyson to me. They were shocked and didn’t quite understand
what I was saying. Shame wants him as much as I do, but no way will
I let his hands dirty over this fucker. He has a baby on the way
and until recently Shame was never exposed to Club violence, just
hard life lessons. Fuck, none of the boys were exposed to something
like this before.

My Club has always been
clean. We were legitimate in our dealings. Yes, will admit that
occasionally we sunk ourselves deep into dealing drugs but only to
those who already used, abused and resold to other junkies too far
gone to come back. We had Club expenses that sometimes even the
dues couldn’t reach. No violence against people though, not even
men. So Shame does not get to be part of this.

Shame’s got a big fuckin’
mouth. My whipped sister talked him into telling her my plan for
Grey. Mace has threatened to never speak to me if I go through with
killing him. My gullible sister believes that I can keep her safe
from this fucking monster. She’s already thinking like a mother,
believing his mother and father will miss him down in Texas. I
don’t have the heart to tell her that he has no family, at all. He
lied to her for two years and if she finds that shit out she will
doubt everything she’s ever believed from everyone. I can’t afford
for her to doubt the life she has surrounding her now. She will
soon meet my child, her little niece or nephew. She now has her own
baby on the way. Shame loves her and needs her and if this all goes
bad with Warren they will all need each other. So no, I’m in this
alone.

I’ve set up everything I
need to accomplish this. The shed has been cleared out back and I’m
waiting for the boys that deliver the monster to get him in there
tied up and ready for me. I fuckin’ hate knowing Angels crew is
within my compound and as much as I hate to do it, I have to take
Warren at his word that no harm comes to Mace or anyone here as
long as I fulfill my end of the agreement and surrender to
him.

Shame has asked me again
and again what I’m keeping from him. He feels it. He’s been my best
friend since we were kids and if anyone sees through me it’s him.
I’ve thought about caging his ass again once I go to Warren. He’s
an emotional person and when he’s emotional he doesn’t make good
decisions. Life or death rides on this, I won’t risk
him.

I’ve told everyone here at
the Club that I need some space. The boys have left for the night,
I’ve given them all leave. I told Sadey a lie, telling her I was
worried sick about Mace and asked that she let Shame know he’s
needed at the house so they can watch over and keep her mind of all
this shit. It’s just me here now, I’m having a drink before the fun
begins. Warren had that fuckin’ Scarface character call me about
twenty minutes ago so I know they are on the way with my package. I
instructed where to place his ass and what position I want him in.
I swear I thought I heard Risk actually chuckle in the phone and if
I weren’t so fuckin amped on adrenaline right now I would have had
a laugh with him, but this is serious shit. I’m taking a life
tonight. It’s been a long time since I was asked to do this, but
this is not a question of right and wrong. This is just right. This
man kidnapped, raped, and beat Cherry. He almost got away with
raping my sister for Christ Sakes. I don’t want to think about the
number of other women he’s tortured in that room where Mace told me
she was held against her will. I’m shaking in fury just thinking
about him now.

I’m jerked from thought as
I hear Risk opening the front door. Fuck the man is one ugly son of
a bitch too, he had his hands on Mace. She told me he was less than
gentle with her at her drop off. He is smirking at me while
standing in the door of my fucking Clubhouse. He’s a fuck of a lot
bigger than I am, which is definitely saying something. He has a
tattoo under his left eye, probably in attempts at covering some of
his scars but honestly it just brings more attention to
them.

As I being walking towards
him he doesn’t even bat an eyelash at me. Quickly to avoid
detection I move into him and give him a gut chop. “You touched my
sister asshole, no one touches my sister. Get outta my sight now
before I put a hole in the back of your head.”

After sitting doubled over
for a few seconds he stands tall, towering me. He says nothing but
replaces his scowl with another smirk. This fuckin’ giant is crazy!
Finally he turns and walks out. After him, I close the door and
flip the lock secure. I’m on my way to sort the trash now and I
don’t want any interruptions.

Surprisingly Scarface took
my requests seriously and he looks like he even enjoyed himself.
Everything I had requested about the set up was done to perfection.
Scarface is an asshole, but not a dumb one. I flip on the lights
and immediately my eyes lock to a very pissed off Greyson.
Apparently since he was blindfolded on the way here he had no idea
where he was sitting or who he was waiting here for. Front and
fuckin’ center at my Club. Welcome to the party,
pervert.

“
Well look at you,
brother. All girlied up. Nice lipstick you have on. It’s a good
color on you. Maybe later I’ll let you suck my cock, huh?” He rolls
his eyes in disgust but says nothing. Hard to say too much when
he’s got a ball gag in his mouth. I walk around him, inspecting my
checklist that I asked for, ensuring it was carried out thoroughly.
I see that the ass of his pants is a bit bulkier I give it a kick
with my boot and yepp, sure enough Risk inserted the very large ass
plug into him.

“
You want to know what it
feels like to be raped? Want to feel someone exert their power over
you just as you have done to probably countless women? Oh Greyson,
Greyson fuckin’ Meyer… he’s your chance to experience it
first-hand.”

I go to the box that I
asked to be delivered with him and pull out a very large electric
dildo. His eyes widen, its sinking in that this could be a very
long night. I examine it, while inappropriately thinking to myself
what Sadey would do with this and then realize I wouldn’t allow her
one of these. My girl gets off to me, no one or nothing else.
Selfish of me? Sure it is, but who the fuck cares, she’s
mine.

“
I’m going to remove this
gag fucker, you say nothing. Do you get that?” He can’t answer but
shakes his head slightly indicating he understands. Once it’s
removed he shakes his head back and forth and moans in pain,
presumably from that plug in his ass. Because of this, I step to
his back and punch it, sending jolts of pain throughout his body
and a moan from inside of him comes out nearly piercing my ears.
I’ve not had any experience in torture so at this point I’m unsure
what to exactly do next, other than start the beating I have
planned before killing him.

“
I’m going to ask you one
time and that is all I’m asking, tell me why you’re here in front
of me dressed up like a woman with lipstick on, a plug shoved up
your ass and tied to the rafters of this shed?”

He hesitates so I belt him
in the face, quickly but powerfully. “Answer fucker, it’s your
night. I have time limit here. No one is coming for you. Warren
gave… you… up…”

I watch his eyes as the realization
strikes and he knows he’s not leaving here alive.

“
I hurt your sister. I did
love her man.” I deal another blow to the face, this time blood
spurts from his mouth, couple of teeth hit the floor, reminding me
of Ace. At the threat that Greyson ever hurting Sadey I know Ace
would have already killed the fuck by now. I don’t give him a
minute to come to his senses before I start to wale on him one
after another. I’m so wrapped up in delivering blows I don’t see
him lose consciousness. I grab for the box and the smelling salt
and quickly bring him to again.