Shadow:Satan's Fury: Memphis Chapter(8)

By: L. Wilder


“Easy there, killer.” Blaze chuckled. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves just yet. It’s a dirt bike to use out at the farm.”

“But it’s a start.”

“Yes, it is, and you’re right—it’ll be awesome,” Riggs added.

Blaze patted him on the shoulder and said, “Why don’t you run inside and grab your stuff. It’s time for me to get you back to the house.”

“Okay.” Kevin started inside, but then quickly stopped and turned back to Blaze. “You did tell Gammy and Pop that you’re getting me a dirt bike, right?”

“Not yet, but I will.”

“Dad, you know she’s gonna have a cow,” Kevin whined.

“I’ll handle your grandmother. You go get your things,” Blaze assured him.

Once Kevin was gone, I looked over to Riggs and asked, “Moose have any luck finding Jasper?”

“Fuck no, and neither have I,” Riggs grumbled. As the club’s computer guru, if there was anything tech-wise that needed to be done, he was our man. There wasn’t much the man couldn’t do—from hacking into major government sites to locating people who’d done everything they could not to be found. The man was a fucking genius, and it was clear he wasn’t happy that he hadn’t been able to find our guy. “It’s like the guy vanished into thin air.”

“Okay then, bring me someone who’d know where he was. I’ll get it out of them,” I assured him.

“You sure Boon doesn’t know?”

The mention of Boon’s name brought an idea to my head. “No, but he might know someone who does.”

“Worth a shot,” Blaze added.

“Yes, it is.” As I started to walk off, I looked to them both and said, “Let Gus know where I’ll be.”

“Headed that way now,” Riggs replied.

As he made his way inside the clubhouse, Kevin came rushing out and yelled, “Yo, Dad! I’m ready to go!”

“It’s about time. Get on the bike.” Blaze nodded, then added, “I’ll be right back.”

Just as I entered the backside of the building, I heard Blaze’s motorcycle pull out of the gate, and from the sounds of it, he was eager to get Kevin to his grandparents’ place. I took a few steps down the hall and entered the room where I’d left Boon. Smelling like something right out of the fucking sewer, he sat there bruised, swollen, and bound to the chair. With a pitiful expression, he looked up at me with pleading eyes and asked, “You gonna let me out of here or what?”

“Let you out of here? Now, why would I go and do that? We were just getting acquainted.”

“Fuck, man,” he groaned. “I’ve already told you everything I know. Just let me go.”

I had to fight the urge to strangle him on the spot. Boon had killed two of our handlers, and if the fat fuck thought he was going to walk out of that room alive, he had another thing coming. But there was no sense in squashing his hope—at least not yet. I still needed information from him, and I didn’t want to take the chance of him completely giving up on me. I crossed my arms as I looked down at him and said, “I have a few more questions for you.”

“I’m done answering fucking questions, man.” It had been eighteen hours or so since he’d experienced my handy work, so it wasn’t a surprise that he needed a little reminding. I was running low on patience, so I decided not to waste any time and went straight for the jumper cables. As soon as I reached my hand into the bucket of water and grabbed the wet rag his breathing became strained, especially after I placed the rag over his face. All it took was the feeling of having that rag on his face to help him remember the pain he’d felt the day before, and he quickly changed his tune. “Alright! I’ll tell you what you want to know!”

As I pulled the rag away from his face, I looked down at him and said, “Let’s go back to Jasper. Tell me about the deal he made with you.”

“He promised me five grand for each one of your boys I killed off. That’s all I know.”

“Five grand? That’s a lot of money for a man like Jasper.”

“I done told you that. I got no idea where he got his hands on that kind of cash, but he must be rolling in it now.”

“What makes you say that?”

“So, about a week ago, he hired me to take out three of your other guys for the same amount of cash. It wasn’t the kind of money I could pass up, so I told him I’d do it.”

“And?”

“Well, I was right in the middle of taking care of them when someone came up. Even though I didn’t get to finish the job, he still paid me a grand for roughing them up. Who the fuck does that?”

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