Chrome & Leather: Liars Tomb (Motorcycle Club Romance) Read Free Page B

of the women be involved or witness anything they got up to. She was lucky to have got this far so quickly.
    She ground her boots into the soft earth kicking up puffs of dirt trying to bury her frustration about being left outside. She needed to work on making herself indispensable to Blackjack. She needed to get to a point where he never wanted her away from his side. She thought she knew exactly what she needed to do.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER TWO
     
    Blackjack and Red entered the gloom of the one room cabin. The first thing that hit Blackjacks senses was the acrid smell of piss. Clearly the prisoner had soiled himself in fear. He should be afraid, Blackjack thought darkly to himself.
    In the middle of the room was an old beaten up armchair. Chunks of the foam padding poked out through holes in the faded green material. The chair was flanked by two large bald men. They both had the same large crooked nose and jug ears. They where the gangs enforcers known simply as "the brothers".
    Tied to the chair and the source of the acrid piss was a young man in his early twenties. In better times he would have been called good looking, the sort of guy who always had a beautiful woman on his arm and a devilish glint in his eyes. Right now a woman would of screamed at the sight of him.
    His nose was flattened and broken on his face. Blood streamed down his chin and ran down his naked chest. His face was puffy and uneven from multiples blows to the head. The brothers had worked him over good. Three of his fingers on his right hand were broken. They had been pulled back until the knuckles popped and cracked as if they were brittle twigs. He had passed out briefly from the pain of the second finger snapping. The brothers allowed the black veil to swallow him momentarily then one of them wrapped his hands around the bound mans neck and began to squeeze. His eyes shot open immediately in panic and he flailed weakly against his constraints.
    "Wake up fucker" said the brother as he released his grip on his neck.
    Blackjack circled the broken and bleeding man, pacing in long slow loops of the chair and saying nothing. The tied up man followed Blackjack , tilting his head back and forth so as not to lose sight of him. His eyes bulged in his head in fear, afraid if he lost sight of him the cobra would strike.
    Blackjack stopped circling and dropped to his hunkers in front of the man.
    "Pike, you look like you have seen a ghost. Did you really think your plan was going to work?" Blackjack asked.
    Pike began to babble "I made a mistake, please Blackjack please let me explain."
    Blackjack nodded to go on.
    "The Man approached me himself, gave me a deal. If I could tell him a place and time were you would be he would erase you. He would make sure I would be leader of this gang." Pike lowered his voice in a conspiratorial tone and continued. "The Man didn't know I was playing him. We met at his secret clubhouse. I was doing it for you. We can stop him and his gang now. I know how he operates, I know where he hangs out, we can get him. It was all for you Blackjack, all for our gang. We can finally stop The Man and his band of degenerates. Please Blackjack, I was playing him, please I ..."
    Blackjack was all too familiar with The Man as he liked to be called, his real name was Diaz Jones. He was a punk ass beaner from across town with delusions of grandeur. His gang was nothing more than a loose group of wannabes and burnt out junkies. They would have never registered as any kind of serious threat to him. Blackjack had some low level dealings with him over the years, but nothing that would of predicted an all out assault on him. Something big was going down he thought, there was no way that Diaz could of organised something like this with his gang of low level fools. There was someone else behind it.
    Blackjack stood up and turned to Red "Is the liars tomb ready?".
    "Everything is set up outside" replied Red.
    Pike started to thrash in the chair