“You’re gonna suck this dripping dick and like it. And then you can go tell my brother all about how it felt to have my cum down your throat.”
“NO!” I screamed, and just then there was a deafening noise.
Something exploded right in Grease’s face, sending dense plumes of smoke billowing into the restroom.
“Get the hell away from her!” Fizz barked through the tiny window, and I gripped the wrench tight in both hands and swung it at Grease’s thick skull.
And this time it connected.
He staggered forward, clutching the back of his head.
And I hit him again, right across the face, his nose a sickening crunch under my fingers.
And there was a loud screech of metal as Mac wrenched the bar off the window. Popping his ginger beard through, he reached his hand out for me.
“Polly, hurry!”
Before Grease could get up, I scrambled onto the sink and stretched on my tiptoes.
“Let’s move,” Mac said, hauling me through the window. “Some of his friends are out here and they’re kind of looking pissed.”
CHAPTER 22
Abraham
“What I can’t figure out is why the Legends MC Prez is stupid enough to come on Lost Wheelers property without permission,” Shotgun said reflectively as two recruits held knives at my throat.
But I knew I should have done this years ago.
I needed to look Ma in the face and tell her I was pissed she’d left. Looking back, I had to admit Polly was probably right. I had never seen my old man hit her, but that didn’t mean it didn’t happen. He’d certainly whored around on her.
Shit, I didn’t even blame her for leaving the bastard, but she could at least have told Grease and I where she was going.
“I’m not here for a fight,” I said. “I’m here to find someone.”
What did I know about my mother?
I remembered a beautiful woman, funny, hard as nails and smart as hell.
Shotgun looked a few years younger than me, and if this didn’t work, I might end the night a bloody pulp on the ground, but I had to try.
“Take me to your old lady.”
“Why the hell should I do that?”
“Trust me,” I said, as the point of a knife dug into the back of my throat.
“Why the fucking hell should I trust you? You trying to take my woman?”
“Nope,” I said. “Have an ol lady of my own I love. Trust me. If I’m wrong you can carve me up a bit.”
He gave me a long, measuring look.
“Check him for weapons.”
Lost Wheelers weren’t exactly gentle, but they did it.
“All right, Bones. Let’s see what she has to say.”