It Ain't Me, Babe (Hades Hangmen 1)

“Shit! Styx! I—”

Ky.

Mae squealed in embarrassment, wrapping her arms around my back, her bare tits to my chest as I shielded her with my body. Looking up at my VP, I had the f**kin’ threat of death set in my glare.

“G-get the f-fuck out!” I ordered.

Ky shut the door but left it open a crack so he could shout, “Prez, we got business to handle.”

“Later! I’m f-fuckin’ b-busy!”

“Prez! We need to act now.” I could hear the hardness in his voice. The seriousness of his tone told me something was going down.

I groaned in exasperation, my c**k throbbing in pain. I was still half in Mae’s warm pu**y when my head fell to her chest. “Mae, g-go to bed. I got cl-club b-business,” I mumbled into her full tits, sucking on her nipple one last time.

Moaning, she lifted my face, disappointment in her eyes, and pressed a long kiss on my lips. She then made her way upstairs. I zipped up my fly jeans and leapt up the stairs where I slammed the f**kin’ door in Ky’s face.

He stumbled backward holding his nose. “Fuck, Styx! What the hell?”

“In-interrupt me and m-my w-woman again and I’ll sc-scalp you with my B-Bowie!”

Wiping a spatter of blood off his chin, Ky’s face hardened. I knew that look all too well.

“Then brace yourself for more blood, Prez,” Ky warned through gritted teeth. “Because we just caught ourselves a rat.”

Chapter Nineteen

Styx

“Wh-what?” I growled, my jaw already locking down and the python ’round my throat taking my voice. I’d be signing from now on, no more speech to give when f**kin’ rage set in my bones.

Ky finished wiping his sleeve across his bloodied face. “That Nazi shit weren’t sitting right with me. Couldn’t get it all from my head.”

Why? We’ve had enemies at our gates before.

He began to shake his head back and forth until his back hit the wall of the stairwell. “You went after the f**kin’ Neos alone.” He pointed and looked right at me. “Which I’m still gonna kick your ass for by the way. But when Mae came pounding in my room and told me what you’d done, I checked the security tapes.”

Yeah. And? I signed.

Ky ran his hand across his neck in a cutting motion. “Dead. The lotta ’em. Some f**ker wiped the tapes. Couldn’t get a visual on the truck, on the men. Nothing.”

Fuck!

“The tapes cut out an hour before you took off after the Klan.” His head shook back and forth again. “It was a f**kin’ inside job. And I found out who.”

My hands fidgeted at my sides and I began rolling my lip ring ’round with my tongue. My new scars began throbbing from the tension suddenly wracking my body.

A rat. A motherfuckin’ rat. I knew it.

Don’t just stand there looking pretty. Who the f**k is it?

Ky sighed before he flicked his narrowed eyes to me. “Pit.”

Shit.

“I f**kin’ vetted him myself, Styx. Brothers all like the kid. Bit too skinny, bit too short, but the brother has balls of steel when on the road and the hand of God with a wrench. My baby never ran so good as when she’d been serviced by him. Would’ve been patched in the next couple of months, no doubt. Probably would’ve given him a full-time gig at the bike shop too.”

Ky began pulling something from his pocket. “But when I get suspicious, I go searching, you know that. And everyone’s rooms were clean. All but his.”

Ky passed over a small disc and a black cell phone. “Disc is the missing footage, along with messages on that cell, telling some unknown private number the location and times of the Russian deal, the ride out, and when you’d be here at the compound. He didn’t count on you going riding with Mae and getting the Klan first. The cunt even reported that we took out the Neo who killed Lois.”

My hands fisted, cracking the thin silver disc in my hand. Ky snatched the cell away before that became dust too.

Where is he? I signed in rapid fire.

“Just called him in. ETA ten minutes. All the rest are in the bar. They know nothing yet.”

Walking over, I slapped Ky on the back in thanks.

Gripping the tops of my arms, he pushed me back. “You good?”

I nodded. Explains why the rat was outside the shed that night acting shady, and he was always behind the bar… listening to everything being discussed. Fuck!

“What the f**k happened with the skinheads?”

Took out seven with my Uzis. Then got caught, carved up. I managed to get my Bowie from my cut, plucked out the last two f**kers’ eyes and made them eat that shit. Then I smashed up their skulls just to be sure, slit throats and stabbed hearts.”

“Shit, Styx,” Ky said in a tight voice and swallowed back bile. “You’re one sick motherfucker. Effective, but sick.”

I know.

“So… you and Mae…” He nudged me and his eyebrows danced. “She look after you good? You finally get up in that pilgrim pu**y?”

Grabbing him by the collar of his Zeppelin shirt, I threw him up against the wall, my hands in his face. Never talk of her like that again unless you wanna lose your f**kin’ tongue. Right, brother?

He tried to lose his smile but failed. “‘Bout time, Styx. ’Bout f**kin’ time.”

I looked at Ky’s damn smiling face and shook my head. Let’s go. The son of a bitch was a real pain in my ass.