Chapter 24
Reyes
Present Day.
“Where’s Cassie? Where’s my daughter?” he begged.
“Exactly where you planned on having my old lady,” I told him, making sure to give him my most devious smile.
His eyes watered at the thought. I wouldn’t tell him the truth, let him die thinking Cassie was being used by my men.
“What did Emilio promise you?” I asked him.
“Money, power, and freedom form you,” he snarled at me.
Big words coming from a man hanging from my ceiling.
“You fucked up old man,” I told him.
Reaching out I waited for Ryan to hand me the long kabob like skewer.
“I should have been president of the mother chapter, but Dirk overlooked me and choose you,” he snarled at me.
“Dirk was like a father to me. He took me under his wing and shaped me to be the next leader,” I told him calmly.
Holding up the instrument, I let Sal get a good look at it.
“What are you going to do with that? Cook me dinner?” he asked in a haunting voice.
Laughing I stepped closer and placed it against his armpit. I applied a small amount of pressure.
“Now, I’m going to see how much pain I can inflict in a short amount of time. The way I see it, either you’ll bleed out or pass out from the pain,” I informed him honestly.
I watched as the metal pierced his skin slowly sinking all the way in. I wasn’t sure how much time I had with him, but I knew who was waiting for me at home. Alanna needed me, but this prick needed to die before I could leave. First, I had a job to do for my club and brothers.
“You lost sight of it all Sal, we’re brothers remember?” I told him.
Once it was completely embedded in his left armpit, I went for the right armpit doing the same. His scream bounced off the walls and the stench of old pennies mixed with the smell of old blood.
“What did you promise Emilio?” I asked him.
“You dead,” he replied, his voice strained.
“That’s not going to happen,” I tell him coldly.
“We were going to distribute his drugs and make a shit ton of money. We could do this together Reyes,” he was trying to save his own life.
“This is why he overlooked you as president of this chapter Sal, you only look out for you,” I tell him calmly.
I felt like we were talking about what we had for dinner or what kind of ride we wanted to take.
Ryan handed me a knife. There wasn’t anything else I wanted for Sal, I had others to play with. Once he was dead, they would sing.
“Goodbye Sal,” I tell him as I slit his throat. Blood poured out of the gaping wound like a river.