“Help me pull him up.” We both grab him. Half carrying him and half dragging him we get him to the shed.
“Find some rope,” I instruct Jesse, pulling the asshole toward one of the metal shelving units. I bend down and bring him up against it. Baz stirs, almost coming to. I deliver a punch to his face again, knocking him back out. Jesse hands me some rope and I make quick work, tying his hands behind him and through the metal shelf.
After I’ve secured him, I search his body, making sure he’s clean.
“He have anything on him?” Jesse passes me a rag to tie around my arm.
“Nothing.” I stand and remove my cut, wrapping a knot around the graze.
“You get in touch with Nix?”
“Yeah, he just texted. He’s on his way.”
“Good, gives me some time to play with the fucker before he gets here.”
“What the fuck you going to do, Beau?” Jesse regards me carefully, probably thinking I don’t have it in me.
“This is the fucker who had a gun to my head three weeks ago outside of Fireside. Roughed him up a bit and warned him. Apparently, he didn’t learn. Coming into my fucking place and disrespecting our club.” I shake my head and move toward Baz. I should have fucking shot him when he threatened me the first time.
“Well, this will be interesting then,” Jesse declares as he pulls up a chair and gets comfortable.
“Wake up, fucker.” I lean down and slap Baz’s face a few times.
“Hmm,” Baz grumbles, his head rolling from side to side, slowly coming to.
“Good morning, sunshine.”
He blinks a few times, taking stock of where he is before he starts to fight his restraints. “What the fuck, man. Let me go.”
“And where would the fun be in that?” A slow smile pulls at my lips watching him realize he’s fucked.
“You will pay for this. I’ll fucking kill you.” He kicks his leg out trying to connect with me, but I step back.
“You’re not smart, Baz, are ya? ‘Cause from where I’m standing, looks like it’s you who’s about to pay.”
“What are you going to do?” His eyes briefly flick in fear before he manages to hide it.
“I don’t know yet. Depends on what info you give me.”
“I don’t have any info for ya.” He shakes his head, not giving in.
“What you doing on our turf?” I ask, keeping it cool to start with.
“Looking for my woman, the one you took from me.”
“You mean the one you beat?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Whatever she told you is a lie. I hardly fucking touched her.” He fights his restraints, but I made sure to secure him good. He’s not going anywhere. At least not until I’m ready to let him go.
“See, the thing is, Baz.” I squat back down, getting to his level. “She didn’t have to tell me anything. I fucking saw her face the day I picked her up.”
“It was an accident,” he blurts, only making it worse for him.
“So, you accidently beat your woman.” I bark a laugh. This guy is a piece of work.
I pull my arm back, making a fist with my hand as I go and let it surge forward, pounding it into his nose. A nice crack rings out before blood flows down over his lip. “Did that seem like an accident?” I taunt, reaching out, pinching his ear between my fingers and twisting it back.
“FUCK!” He screeches, his body twisting to find relief. “You’re fucking dead.” He tries to spit up at me, but misses.
“Now, now. No need for the death threats.” I release his ear, pushing his head back into the shelf with a thud. “Not yet at least. We still have a few things to get through.” I stand and walk toward the tools hanging up on the far right wall.
“W-what are you going to do to me?” His voice trembles as he starts to scramble.
Not so fucking tough now. Just like I thought. A fucking pussy.
“Beau,” Jesse warns as I grab a pair of bolt cutters.
“What? We’re just gonna play one game.”
Jesse curses under his breath knowing what I’m gonna do.
“I wonder if you didn’t have your fingers, would you still be able to accidently beat on a woman’s face again.” I turn back to Baz. A fine sheen of sweat breaks out on his forehead.
“Are you just going to let him cut my fucking fingers off?” Baz looks to Jesse. His plea drips in desperation and fear, and I fucking love it.
“Don’t ask him, asshole. You pissed in his bed.” I squat down and force his face my way.
“I’ll do anything. Anything you say.” I grip his shoulder and pull him forward. “Please, I’m begging you.”
“Does your Prez know you’re here?” He doesn’t answer. His claim to doing anything to get out of this only seconds before was clearly bullshit.
“Which finger do you want the least? I’ll let you choose which one I take.” I reach for his hands not in the mood for his shit.
“NONE! I choose none.” He starts thrashing, but it’s no use. He’s fucked.
“Wrong choice.” With a steady hand, I grab his wrist. His fingers are fisted tight, so I pinch his middle finger and pointer. Digging in, I break them free.
“Does T know you’re here?” I ask again, holding both fingers firmly.
“NO! No one knows I’m here.” I’m not sure I believe him, so I goad him a little more.