17: Not Jealous

KNOXX

It's been two days of torturing the two idiots who tried to ambush my club members and I on our way coming back from a ride to MOA. Yet they have chosen to keep their mouths shut as to who sent them. The club's doctor, Philip, was on always on standby, ready to stitch and clean them up.

It was presently the night of day two.

"Do you think they will talk?" Ax asked while Blade made a new whip from the ones he destroyed on their bodies. The two men were tied up to a long pole, their hands together and their bodies hanging on the air.

Ax and Blade were the ones doing the punishing while I stood and watched. The basement which was out of bounds to the rest of the clubhouse, was the usual place where the club's captives were thoroughly dealt with.

"One way or the other, they have no choice." I said in response.

"From the look of things, these bastards have chosen to die. They have decided not to say shit." Ax hissed.

The death part was what I was avoiding...reason why I didn't want the torture to be that intense. 'Cause, if they happen to die, I would not get the information I want from them.

"Blade," I think I have a better idea. "Pull everything off this one." I pointed at the one on the left. I have a feeling with what I was about to do, he might likely say something. Their clothes were pretty much torn from the whip marks Blade inflicted on them, but I wanted to get the left one particularly stark naked.

"Havoc, what are you planning?" This question came from Ax.

"Fill up that bucket with ice, Ax...no salt." I gave him this answer instead.

Blade had already done what I told him to do. "Is there any other thing, Prez?"

"Yes, heat up the branding iron." I instructed as I moved towards the pole where the prisoners were tied up. "This is your final chance to speak."

Yet, they said nothing.

I motioned Ax to pour ice on the naked one.

"Argh!" He screamed in pain, his body struggling violently against the ropes. I wondered if Ax had put salt inside the ice

"Are you going to speak now or should I move onto the next session?" I threw in the question and still, they didn't say anything.

Blade was already coming with the club's branding iron.

"Put it on his cock, Blade!" I pointed to the one without clothes still.

"Please, don't. I... I will...talk." He stammered, his body trembling from the icy assault.

"We took an oath, Ace." The other one spat out.

Ax punched him so hard in the gut that he began coughing out blood.

"I'm listening." I slapped my knife handle on the bare butt of the naked one.

"We haven't fully formed yet...we just started out." He began. "There's no club name for now."

"Who is your president? What's his name?" I demanded.

"I don't know..."

When he saw that Blade was about pushing the brand to his dick, he shouted, "It's the truth! No one has ever seen him before. Most of our operations are done online."

"Then, who gave you guys this order?" I wanted to get a name at least.

"I got a message on my phone from an unknown number. I think he got same message too." He moved his head, gesturing at his partner.

I crouched down to touch his trousers... I wasn't feeling anything in his pockets. Then I moved to the other one whose trousers were still on him to check for his phone, nothing yet.

"Where are your damn phones?" I was starting to lose my patience.

"We threw them off the truck after we got captured."

I could not believe my ears. Now, I was getting close to knowing the mastermind behind all these and a new potential enemy, these fools chose to continue being difficult.

I released a deep breath as I slipped my knife into my back pocket.

"Let's leave them for tonight. Tomorrow, Bishop and I will go back to that route in search for their phones." It would actually be a miracle if I happpen to see their phones tomorrow, but there's no harm in trying.

The next morning, after almost four hours of searching, I gave up.

"Told you we'd find nothing," Bishop said. "It's either their partners have taken their phones or some thief stole 'em. We'd had a better chance of finding them if we had searched the same day or the next. Today is day three...no possibility at all."

We went back to the clubhouse and I was angry with myself 'cause I wasn't getting to the bottom of this impending issue. It was obvious that those men in the basement were working for the people responsible for the incident at Route 79. I wasn't going to suspect Rex...not yet.

The numbers Wolfe sent to me couldn't be tracked as he had said earlier. He hasn't received another call still... Nothing suspicious on the surveillance cameras covering Route 79. No fucking progress at all...

"Havoc, take a chill pill man. We'll find them sooner or later. They can't hide forever." Bishop said, as if he was reading my mind.

He was right though. I think I would have to calm down at this point. This new enemy would definitely be lying low by now, waiting for an unsuspecting time to strike again. That would not be happening anyways, my eyes were every fucking where.

As for the club's latest prisoners, they would remain alive till I find out who their boss was. The very second I achieve that, they'd be dead meat before dawn.

Bishop moved inside while I went to relax on the porch, my eyes randomly moving about the lot. Feeling an urgent need for beer to clear my mind, I snapped my fingers at a prospect passing by, "Kid, go get me beer from the bar."

"How many bottles, President?"

I showed him one with my index finger.

While waiting for him, I caught sight of a very familiar figure...

Serena Voss.

I was glad this past few days, my mind got occupied with club duties that I didn't think of her so much, though she was still the subject of my wet dreams.

Now, I've decided to take a breather as regards to this new rival shit, this intoxicating curse of a woman would continue to be of great torment to my cock and I.

I was following her movements, waiting to know what she would be doing next. Then, all of a sudden she stopped and a man was moving toward her with a smile on his face.

He wasn't a prospect from the leather cut he was wearing. He must be one of the newly patched members. I looked closely at him, trying to remember his face clearly.

Oh, I remember now. That was Horse... I haven't forgotten approving that road name.

What the fuck was he doing with a woman I've got my eyes on... I felt my jaw tighten as I continued to watch them. He was making her laugh now and they were walking towards the bar.

"President, here is your beer." The prospect I had sent earlier was back.

Without sparing him a glance, I took the beer from his hand. "Find Flipps, tell him to keep an eye on the prospects servicing the trucks in the garage. He should make sure he goes with Horse."

"Got it, President."

I didn't know how fast it took the prospect to relay the information but I saw Flipps moving towards the bar and Horse coming out afterwards.

Horse would be under my close watch from now henceforth... 'cause nobody was having Serena before me.