“Fine,” she grumbles.

I watch her pert little ass walk away. It’s pleasant but not as fine as my Angel’s.

“The shipments go out?”

I divert my eyes from Lana’s ass and look at him.

“Yeah, is the rat in place?”

“At the warehouse ready for his beating, Prez.” Pyro grins.

“Keep an eye on her for me, will ya? She’s pissed at me. Christina’s here,” I grumble. I already know Pyro’s gonna grill me. He’s been my best friend since we were little shits in diapers.

“Cut that bitch loose already. I don’t know why you let her hang around. She played you and Sniper against one another. The bitch tried f**king with the brotherhood man. Snipe know she’s back?”

There’s a reason I keep this whore around. She’s up to something, and I keep my f**king enemies close. That bitch came so close to f**king shit up in my club. You don’t do that sorta shit unless you have motive. I wanna know that cunt’s motive.

“Naw, he’s around here somewhere. If you see him, give him the heads up that she’s staying in the slam room. Have the prospects keep an eye on Chris too.”

He nods and now I’m getting f**king antsy because it’s time to draw some blood.

ZZ, Smokey, and I roll up to our warehouse. We park our bikes and silently pass a joint around before we f**k this rat bastard up.

It’s one thing to f**k with my club; it’s another ball game to f**k with club women and our families. Our families hate being on lockdown, and I hate motherfuckers that cause upset for them.

“Your father would be proud, Prez,” ZZ murmurs as we walk up the path.

Yeah, my father that was killed by a f**king decayed tooth. Who knew an infected f**king tooth could kill a man. My father deserved to die guns blazing but instead a f**king infection killed his ass. Stubborn bastard wouldn’t go to the dentist.

“Yeah Prez. You take care of what’s yours.” Smokey agrees.

I enter the key code and let the door pop open. I admit I’m grinning like a fool right now.

“I can smell you rat.” I chuckle as I walk towards him.

The brothers sure did a number on the rat.

“Grab me the cart will ya, ZZ,” I say squatting down in front of the piece of shit that caused my family upset.

“So, you’re Snake’s little bitch that went running with his tail tucked. You f**ked up, man.”

He mumbles something, and I rip off the duct tape around his mouth.

“What’s that?” I grin. “You were trying to say something?”

“Fuck you,” he spits.

“You’re not really my type man.”

Smokey and ZZ roll the cart to me. I stand up and grab a pair of rubber gloves. After I encase my hands in those, I grab another black thick leather pair. No way do I want this fools blood on my hands. No pun intended.

I pick my first instrument of choice. He wants me to pull for my answers, the least I could do is start pulling his teeth.

“What’s Snake want with my girls?” I growl.

The rat looks at me with a smirk, his swollen eyes barely opening.

“He says he’s gonna split them from one hole to the next. Make sure you don’t want them anymore.”

He’s making this way too easy for me.

“And then what?”

He starts shaking his head and here’s the brick wall.

“Then what motherfucker?” I roar.

“No way man, he’ll kill me,” he whines.

What the f**k does he think I’m gonna do if I don’t get what I want? Stupid useless f**k.

“You had your chance,” I growl as ZZ and Smokey hold his head back. I reach in and start pulling teeth.

Whoever said pulling teeth, multiple ones at that, is easy I’ll call their bullshit. You gotta grind that shit out. Sweat pulls at your brows as you snip each one. I decide to give the rat a rest after my ninth one in, but honestly, the rest is for me.

“What… ya… ant… man,” he gargles out through his own blood.

“What does Snake want to do with my girls after he supposedly rips them hole to hole?” I tap the instrument in my gloved hands.

“Russians,” he gurgles.

My eyes snap up to Smokey and ZZ’s. What the f**k does Snake know? I need to talk with the club. This is not f**king acceptable.

“Why the Russians?”

Rat shrugs and I sigh. Why do they always make it so damn hard for me? Don’t they see I would rather be doing other things? Like making money and shit!

I nod to my brothers, and they yank his head back. I pull each and every one of his teeth out. He’s passed out. No doubt from the pain of losing all his teeth. I grab a smelling salt and hold it to his nose. When his eyes flutter open through the swollen lids, I know I need to get my point across real fast. I’ll leave him alive because I know Snake will get rid of him for me. Why should I have one extra body on my hands when his little master would take care of him for me?

“You tell Snake that if he doesn’t back the f**k off and stay away from my club or my family, he can kiss his own ass goodbye. I’ll let Petra in on some of his dirty ass little secrets and oops there goes his line for trafficking his jack snowball.”

I raise the instrument again letting the fear scare him back to passing out.

“Fuck, I hate pulling teeth,” I murmur as I take one of the prepays out and snap a photo of that rat bastard.