Swing (Tidals & Anchors MC 1)

“Good luck finding us,” she hissed into the phone before disconnecting the call.

“FUCK!” I yelled out. I should’ve let Honest make the fucking phone call. He was way better under pressure than the rest of us.

Now we had nothing to go on and I had no idea where to start. I’d have to take another look at that DVD to see if there were any clues on who she was. It would be the only way to save Nero’s life.

Epilogue

Swing

Someone’s got one hell of a left hook, I thought finally starting to wake up. My head was killing me and the left side of my face felt a bit swollen, but I couldn’t help but laugh. I was never really good against a southpaw.

“He’s awake,” a voice mumbled.

I squinted my eyes tightly, before I attempted to sit up. That was easily thwarted by the fact that I seemed to be tied up. What the fuck?

Attempting to lift my arms, I realized that I hadn’t been tied up after all; I had been tied down. The cool, familiar metal underneath me told me that chances were this was my table. I had to be back in Bend, but I wouldn’t believe it until I could actually see it.

“Go get him. Need to make sure we got the right guy,” the voice said.

I smiled.

I knew that voice. Even through the grogginess of my mind right now and the obvious predicament I was in, I knew that was Mary Ann. With a Herculanean effort, I forced myself to open my eyes. The one that would open anyway.

Above me was the high ceiling complete with metal rods that confirmed that I was indeed in Leon’s old workshop. I closed my eye again and remained silent.

I’m tied to the table in the place I kill people for the MC. Mary Ann is here and she’s talking to someone else about making sure that I’m the ‘right guy’, and someone is going to come in and confirm it. This is not a good situation to be in right now.

“He’s on his way,” a second voice said quietly.

Okay, now who’s that?

“It’s a damn shame really,” Mary Ann said to the other person. “But he’s earned this for a couple of reasons. Can’t send the message that we’re weak.”

“I want first crack at him,” the other voice said.

“You’ll get it, darlin’. I’ll make sure of it.”

Hm. Guess I pissed some people off.

I cleared my throat and decided to not say anything unless it was necessary. I didn’t care who I had pissed off and I sure as hell wasn’t scared. The only thing I honestly was, was curious. Morbidly curious to be precise. I wondered what exactly they thought they could do to me that would make whatever I did all better.

“Look at that. He’s got a smile on his fucking face,” the not Mary Ann voice said incredulously.

Probably because I’m not afraid of girls, I thought, my smile widening slightly.

Most people in my situation would be begging, crying, swearing, bargaining; anything to get out of this alive. But I wasn’t convinced yet that they were a danger, and again, I didn’t really care.

I must’ve fallen asleep because I woke up to being jarred. I felt rough hands shoving my arm and I forced myself to open my eye again.

“Yeah, that’s him.”

It took me a few moments to focus on who was standing above me and I couldn’t help but laugh when I realized it was Pardon.

“Getting girls to do your dirty work for you, now?” I asked, closing my eye again.

“You fucked up this time, Nero,” he said with a slight chuckle in his voice. “I had eyes on you this entire time and when you crossed paths with Mary Ann, I knew it was the right time to get you brought home where you belong.”