Fallen MC: Duke Part 4

He didn't know how she felt or what her plans were moving forward. She never talked about it. Weren't b.i.t.c.hes meant to ha.s.sle men about this s.h.i.+t? Nicole never did. It was one of the reasons he loved her but f.u.c.k, he couldn't get his voice to work the couple of times he tried to say something. He didn't want to be a p.u.s.s.y and have a 'talk', he just needed her to lay it all open and he'd do the same. He resolved to do that tonight, right after he f.u.c.ked her. s.h.i.+t, his d.i.c.k swelled in his leathers thinking about sinking into her tight, wet depths. He'd got to ride his Harley for the next two hours with his d.i.c.k like a rocket, that s.h.i.+t wasn't going to be comfortable.

Riding was a big part of his life and he loved every minute he spent on his bike. He couldn't wait to have Nicole behind him, arms tight around his waist as they rode out with all his brothers, her back showing all those following that she was his property, his old lady. Just before they left he checked his phone. He hadn't bothered much on this trip as everyone who called him was here and Prez wouldn't let Nicole have hers back yet. He knew that wouldn't change until he officially owned her. It was just the club way.

"Hey, Prez." He shouted over the roar of the Harley's firing up. "Got a message from that club s.l.u.t, Helen, saying she needs a meeting with us as soon as we're back at the compound. Said it's an emergency."

He despised Helen now. He never actually liked her at all other than to f.u.c.k but lately he had to stop himself from knocking the b.i.t.c.h out. She always hunted him down when Nicole was busy and would try and rub up on him. She'd say s.h.i.+t about Nicole that he knew for d.a.m.n sure were lies..... How could Nicole be seen lingering outside the office if he was b.a.l.l.s deep in her at the time or in the kitchen cooking for him and his brothers? He never took the time or energy to react, she was pathetic. He rolled his eyes at what that stupid b.i.t.c.h would think const.i.tuted an emergency.

"Bet your a.s.s it's some s.h.i.+t that I'm not interested in. Message her saying I want her and whoever else waiting outside my office when we get there. f.u.c.k, I was gonna take Shel and me straight home after picking up the kids, now this s.h.i.+t! Hope Nicole's got some grub spare."

Prez was as eager as him to get home. Every brother had complained about going nearly a week without her meals. He loved how much she cared for them all and it shone from her every time she filled a plate. She'd make him a h.e.l.l of a wife.

They pulled up at the compound and he was disappointed not to see Nicole waiting for him. Maybe no one had told her they were on their way back. The thought of sliding into bed with a warm, ruffled Nicole made his d.i.c.k fill instantly. First, he have to deal with this Helen f.u.c.king problem. Club first, always. Prez, Razor, Hollywood, the Musketeers, Kick and Duke walked to the office. Helen stood front and centre with four other b.i.t.c.hes looking grim. There was a twinkle in her eye that set his teeth on edge and had his hands fisting. Prez unlocked the door and walked in his office, followed by the brothers and then the s.l.u.ts. Settling, him and the brothers all eye balled them.

After a few seconds of silence, Prez spat out "This is where you talk."

Duke was as impatient as Prez. Helen looked confident and smug as she addressed them, putting herself front and centre. The other b.i.t.c.hes seemed to be trying to blend into the walls.

"Well, I found something out while you were gone." Her eyes flicked to his causing his stomach to roll. This wasn't going to be good. "I overheard Nicole talking in the kitchen when no one was in the room with her. At first I thought she was just insane maybe, but then yesterday morning I caught her with a cell phone."

Duke was ready to throttle her. He stood without even thinking to. His outrage at her lies wouldn't allow him to keep sitting. Everyone who was sitting was now standing too, fists clenched, mouths tight. Duke didn't believe what she was spewing for one second, that didn't the mean the others wouldn't.

"You're talking s.h.i.+t, Helen. I'd think very carefully before you keep f.u.c.king lieing." Duke had to say something. He was seething mad.

Helen hesitated before speaking again. "I'm not lying. I got the girls together and later waited outside the kitchen to catch her out. We heard her on the cell again and when we heard that fat b.i.t.c.h say 'Wrath' we flipped that she would betray you guys. We ran in and tried taking the phone from her, she wouldn't give it up so we all got into a fight and then locked her up." Her face looked upset but everyone there could hear the excitement in her voice.

Duke lost control. His vision tunnelled and he lunged at Helen. Before anyone could react he was wrapping his hand around her neck, he was ready to kill her. Razor and Hollywood pulled him off and pinned him to the wall. Helen dropped to the floor whimpering and pretending to cry. Prez got in his face.

"I don't wanna believe this either. We'll get to the bottom of it right now." He spun around to glare at the b.i.t.c.hes now huddled together in the corner. "You b.i.t.c.hes into the bar and don't f.u.c.king think about moving. Kick, stay with them and split them up."

Kick shot them all a murderous glare while pointing towards the bar. "Get in there now and I want at least two tables between each of you!"

A couple of the b.i.t.c.hes looked panicked and tears were silently rolling down their faces. Duke could see the cracks in their facades crumbling under Prez's stare as they moved to leave. And so could Helen. Her smugness was replaced with panic as she scanned the faces of her friends.

Turning his ferocious glare solely on Helen he hissed, "When and where did you lock up Nicole?"

Helen dropped her gaze and mumbled, "Last night, after the fight we locked her in the second outhouse."

Duke f.u.c.king snapped. Screaming at Helen, "You left her in there all night?"

At her nod, with strength he didn't know he had, he pushed off Razor and Hollywood and stormed for the outhouse. The brothers followed close behind. His breath grew choppy as he imagined her huddled in the corner of the empty stone outhouse, cold and frightened. He charged the outhouse door, splintering it. He didn't have patience to find the f.u.c.king key. Another swift kick and the door collapsed.

His eyes focused on the figure on the floor. All the breath left his body and his legs weakened and shook underneath him. Now he wished his vision from seconds before was true....the reality was far worse. Nicole was unrecognisable. Every inch of exposed skin that he could see was either coated in blood or heavily bruised. He fell to his knees beside her, ignoring the vomit and blood that was soaking into his jeans.

He could hear his brother and Hollywood shouting but could only focus on Nicole. His hand shook as he gently moved the hair off her face. Most wouldn't move having dried to her skin with blood. His beautiful girl had been battered. There was no other word for it. If he couldn't have heard her raspy breaths he would have thought she was dead. One side of her face was covered in bruises and so swollen the skin looked ready to burst. Both her eyes were tight shut. He gently tried to roll her head away from the pool of filth it lay in. She moaned in obvious pain and her eyelids started twitching. He desperately needed to gaze into those green orbs. She needed to see that he was there to save her. Her skin was ice cold to touch. Everything he saw was causing his fury to build to an unmanageable level. Sweat beaded on his skin with the effort he was making to stay calm for Nicole. Those b.i.t.c.hes would pay for this. If he could bring himself to leave Nicole he would slit their throats right now.

Keeping a gentle hold on her head, he leaned down closer. "Baby, can you hear me? Baby, please try and open those beautiful eyes for me."

She moaned again and was trying to move but he could tell the pain was too much. "Baby.... Baby..... Nicole stay with me, help is coming. I'm staying right here."

Her mouth twitched. Her dried, cracked lips parted slightly and a small sound came out. "Ook.... Ook." Relief slammed into him that she was responsive. He was terrified that she was going to slip away.

Razor was over his shoulder. "I think she's trying to say Duke."

He reached for her hand and gently squeezed it. "I'm here baby, I'm here." She barely squeezed back.

He lost a few stray tears down his cheeks. This was his woman, his life and he hadn't protected her. He'd broken his promise. His heart was beating out of his chest as rage and devastating sorrow fought inside him, each threatening to take him over. He was never leaving without her again. Guilt and shame weighed heavily on him and swamped his system as he took in even more of her damaged body. He desperately wanted to sweep up her and clutch her to him.

Movement started to swirl around them. Slam knelt down on the other side of Nicole. Hollywood ran in with a yellow plastic stretcher. The outhouse wasn't very large inside. He could see a crowd of his brothers outside the door trying to find out how Nicole was and what the f.u.c.k had gone on.

"Nicole, it's Slam. If you can hear me darlin' I'm gonna give you something to take the pain away so we can move you. You'll go back to sleep but I promise you'll feel better when you wake up." He could hear a tremor in Slam's voice.

Her hand squeezed Duke's hand tighter as the needle went into her arm. Putting his mouth right next to her ear he whispered "Don't worry, baby, I'm staying with you. I'll be right here with you the whole time, I promise." Slowly, her hand went limp in his.

"Duke, brother, I need you to step back so we can get her outta here." Slam was the club medic. "I'm gonna need your help to clean her up. I need to know what I'm dealing with."

He managed to stay steady as he stood and watched as Hollywood and Bones held the stretcher steady as Slam gently rolled her onto it. He positioned her body so she was secure to be moved. Razor had kept his hand on his shoulder the whole time. Duke tried to draw strength from it, he was going to need it. Slam turned to him, he looked almost as devastated as he felt. Hollywood and Bones lifted the stretcher and carried it out. He followed close behind with Slam who was trying to monitor her breathing. He felt he should be carrying her but he wasn't capable of anything right now. His body was shaking with everything he was feeling trying to burst out at the same time. He heard gasps and curses as all the brothers who had gathered saw the state of his Nicole in the harsh light of day.

Shel and Jewel were openly weeping and clinging to each other. He met their eyes, "Come with me. I don't want the brothers seeing her bare."

He needed to get the blood off her skin. His Nicole was beautiful and the blood was hiding it from him. Prez clapped his hand on his other shoulder and kept it there all the way to his apartment.

"Duke I'm gonna get to the bottom of this. Those b.i.t.c.hes are gonna pay." All he could do was nod.

Just ahead of him Razor was telling Slam what Helen had accused Nicole of. "That's utter bulls.h.i.+t." Slam yelled, pure anger evidenced in his tone. "She felt like s.h.i.+t yesterday morning, missing Duke, so I stayed with her and we watched a movie in the apartment. She didn't even go downstairs until after two. I know because I walked down with her but left straight after."

Duke felt the atmosphere change immediately. He never had any doubt that Helen's story was pure fabricated bulls.h.i.+t but some of the brothers would have been undecided until now. When Slam confirmed that the story from Helen was just that a story - anger showed on every face present. Hollywood and Bones pulled the stretcher from under Nicole as soon as they settled her on his bed. Slam set about checking and treating her injuries as Duke, Shel and Jewel cut her clothes off and gently cleaned her up best they could. The blood was thick and heavily dried on. They had to soak most of it off with warm water.

Apart from her face, her front looked untouched, bar from a few fingertip bruises and a slight swelling of her abdomen. Her back didn't have an inch of skin that wasn't spilt or bruised. Heels had punctured her skin where those f.u.c.king soon-to-be-dead c.u.n.ts stamped on her body. Black and purple bruises from punches and kicks covered the rest of her. He ran his hands tenderly and oh so lightly over her back and legs. He wanted to kiss every inch of her and cry his soul out for the pain she must have been in. Duke gathered all his pillows and helped to prop her up so her back wasn't taking any of her weight.

He climbed on the bed next to her and got as close as he dared. He hated that the pillows created a wall between them. He spoke to her softly, giving rea.s.surance and telling her how he'd never let anything like this happen again as Slam st.i.tched and bandaged her injuries. He had to rise when Slam said her nose was out of joint, not broken and that he had to reset it. The snap it made when it was forced into joint made Duke's muscles tense and he had to remind himself that Slam was helping. He wanted nothing more than to throw him away from Nicole.

Finally finished treating her Slam moved away and he took up his place on the bed again. Slam couldn't stop shaking his head as he listed her injuries for them. He'd given her fifteen st.i.tches in total to close the wounds on her back and side of her head. Duke knew that Slam already thought of Nicole as his sister and would be wanting to get a few licks in on the club s.l.u.ts too. He would have to get in line.

Jewel tried to lighten the mood, joking about how she was jealous of Nicole's bow tattoo and whether we thought Nicole would mind if she got one too. Duke's mouth didn't so much as twitch. He didn't know how to deal with what he was feeling. Anger, pure love and devastation raged and battled in his mind. He wanted to stab, gut and light those b.i.t.c.hes on fire. He was positive that Nicole would want to be the one to throw the match that lit them up.

Everyone left after Slam a.s.sured them that there was nothing else to do but monitor her pain and let her sleep and heal. Prez had appeared briefly for an update and to tell them that the s.l.u.ts had been put in separate outhouses until Duke was ready to go with him to start asking questions. Prez knew he would not want to miss it but was giving him time with Nicole first. Slam promised to be back in a few hours to check on her.

As the door closed behind them, Duke stripped down to his boxers and lay on the bed facing Nicole. He carefully s.h.i.+fted the pillows separating them and gently lifted her so she was draped across his chest so that the undamaged side of her face rested on his shoulder. Feeling skin on skin with her helped his chest to loosen. He buried his nose in her hair and drew her scent into his lungs. Holding her hand that he had placed to rest on his chest, he closed his eyes and thanked G.o.d over and over that he hadn't taken her away from him. Duke had never had a weakness, he had one now..... Nicole.

Chapter eight.

Nicole Nicole woke up feeling drowsy but so comfy and warm. She snuggled her face into the heat below her and took a slow, deep breath in through her nose. Duke. His unique scent filled her lungs, she felt at home. She tried to open her eyes, she needed to see his face, make sure all this was real. Her left eye began to open, the right didn't move at all. It was too difficult and too much effort to keep trying. Weariness and sorrow flowed through her as the aches and pains of her her body started making themselves known. Flashes of the attack spun through her brain. Every punch, kick and vile word played on fast forward in her mind. She started to panic and couldn't stop. Her lungs were seizing, her head was banging and the memories wouldn't leave her alone. She tried to s.h.i.+ft but pain so sharp flashed over her entire body and she started to sob.

"Nicole! Baby, don't cry. Please don't cry. I'm right here. You're safe now. You're safe."

She clung on to Duke's words whispered gruffly into her ear as he smoothed his hand down her arm and gently stroked her hair. Her panic started to ease as he kept repeating those words to her over and over until the strangling sensation untangled itself from around her throat. She was trying to force her brain to recognise that was no danger but it was hard. Every one of her senses recognised that she was safe now but her rapidly beating heart wasn't paying attention. She wanted to be wrapped up tight in Duke's embrace and never let go. She fought to open her eyes again. The left opened leaving her a slit to look through. It felt far to heavy to open fully.

There he was. Her Fallen angel. She let go of his hand and slowly slid hers up his chest to his stubbled cheek. Loving the scratchy feel on her palm. She swiped her thumb slowly back and forth over his lips. He was real. He'd saved her. He reached for for her hand and moved it to press soft kisses all over it.

"Here baby, drink some of this." He pushed a straw past her lips.

She sucked and a sugary sports drink washed over her tongue and soothed her dry throat. It was bliss. After a couple of huge gulps she pushed the straw from her mouth with her tongue.

"You done?"

"Yes, thank you." Thank G.o.d she could talk, or whisper at least. It was a struggle but it was worth it to talk to him. The smile that graced Duke's face was dazzling.

"I've been waiting to hear that voice for a week." He sighed and caressed her cheek. Fury flashed in his eyes before he hid it. "You're pretty banged up, baby. Slam should be here soon to give you some more meds."

"No. No." She didn't want any meds. She didn't want to go back into the darkness of her mind. She could deal with the pain if it meant she could keep looking at him.

"Don't start that f.u.c.king s.h.i.+t, Nicole. I can see you wince every time you breathe. I'm not gonna let you be in pain, baby. You don't get a choice here. You need rest and to heal and I need you to lay here in our bed - safe - while I sort those b.i.t.c.hes."

His face was anything but serene, she'd never seen him so angry and upset. She finally thought of what she must look like to him. She knew from every pain that she would be a mess. All week she'd imagined being reunited with Duke and this was the opposite of every scenario she'd imagined.

Tears slipped from her eyes. Duke swept them away. "They're the only tears those f.u.c.king s.l.u.ts get from you! Don't waste anymore on those pathetic wh.o.r.es."

He was wrong. She wasn't crying over Helen and the others. If there was one thing she woke certain of was that Duke would make them b.i.t.c.hes pay for what they did to her. No, he was wrong. She was playing his words through her head. He'd said.....our bed.

"Okay." She tried to smile at him, he grimaced when she did. There was her definitive proof that she wasn't looking good but Duke never turned away or moved his eyes from hers. He kept a steady stare infusing her with his strength and something deeper, heartfelt.

There was a hard rap on the door. Duke shouted for whoever it was to come in. She wanted to yell out to keep away. She just wanted to lie here with Duke, no interruptions. She braced herself for Duke to s.h.i.+ft her off his chest but he didn't. If anything his grip on her hand grew tighter. Prez, Shel, Hollywood, Razor and Slam all walked into the bedroom.

"Hey darlin'. How you feeling?" Slam was always so sweet to her.

"I'm okay..." she started about to boldly lie about her pain level to avoid more meds when Duke spoke up.

"Like f.u.c.k she is!" Duke interrupted. "She's in a lot of pain, brother. You need to give her some more of that s.h.i.+t to knock it off." Nicole smoothed her hand over his chest to calm him down. She hated seeing him this tense, especially when she was in no position to help calm him at the moment. She looked towards Slam again and saw him snarl.

"f.u.c.k you, Duke. You know I'd never leave her to suffer." His voice softened as he addressed her. "Nic, I'm gonna give you some more painkillers but Prez needs you to tell him what happened first. I'll give you the drugs straight away after, then you'll be able rest."

She could see Slam was trying to be a calming influence in a room full of seriously p.i.s.sed brothers. She saw that his eyes kept wandering to her exposed back and legs. The devastation and guilt she saw in them broke her heart.

"It's not your fault, Slam." She said with as much conviction as she could muster.

"It f.u.c.king is! If I hadn't left, this wouldn't have happened!" So much for being a calming influence. She'd never heard him shout before.

Prez took hold of his shoulders as everyone was trying to rea.s.sure him that he wasn't to blame, even Duke made the effort to rea.s.sure him. Prez spoke loudly above them all. "Look, all this blaming s.h.i.+t is pointless. It's happened, now we deal with it like we would do anything else. Okay?"

There were a few heavy sighs and grunts but after a few seconds everyone nodded and stayed silent. He grabbed a chair from the corner of the room and straddled it by the side of the bed. His focus unwavering from Nicole. She couldn't tell what he was thinking. His face was blank and she didn't know him well enough to guess.

"Now, Nicole. Helen has said she caught you with a burner cell phone talking to someone. Is that true?" Duke growled underneath her. Her whole body jerked. What was he accusing her of?

"No, absolutely not. I haven't touched a phone since I got here. Who would I call anyway? I don't understand." She started to mumble, thinking out loud.

Now more than ever she wanted to stand and defend herself but she couldn't and frustration filled her to her limit. She could feel the tears building behind her eyes and her body trembling. Duke grabbed her hand again and squeezed while tenderly running his hand gingerly down her back.

Still all business, Prez continued, "Apparently you were heard talking to Wrath."

"I promise I didn't have a phone. I haven't spoken to anyone. I would never contact Wrath. What did she say I was saying?" She blurted out. She turned her head to look directly at Duke, gritting her teeth against the pain in her neck. "Please Duke, I swear I'd never do that to you or the club." She rambled her plea to him, praying he would believe her. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks at the thought that after all this he would leave her if he didn't.

He kissed her forehead and his warm breath on her face soothed her rising panic. "I didn't believe that s.l.u.t for a second, baby." The air rushed from her lungs in relief. She clung to him, her nails digging into his skin and closed her eyes. She wanted to block everything out. She was starting to feel exhausted again.

Prez cleared his throat. "Nicole, no one wanted to believe you'd do this and no one in this room thinks you did. But you have a right to know what you've been accused of and tell your side. You need to tell us what went on so when we face those b.i.t.c.hes when we're done here, we go in knowing the truth. So, what happened?"

She recounted the events to them, right down to every b.i.t.c.hy word she'd spewed before the attack. There was no point sugar coating her story, anything she did that instigated their actions she'd more than suffered for already. Nicole watched as fists were clenched, eyes squeezed shut and chests rumbled. She had to remove her hand from Duke's, he was squeezing it too hard now. A few more of her tears escaped before she was through. Shel came and knelt by the bed and stroked her hair.

"I'm sorry this happened to you, Nic. Just so you know, I think your tattoo is awesome, might have get one myself - maybe in purple." Shel's face lit up with a big grin. Nicole couldn't help the giggle that bubbled up. She felt a weight lift from her that she hadn't lost her friend.

"Darlin', I'm all for that if it means you're gonna keep that p.u.s.s.y waxed bare for me." Prez smiled like he'd won the lottery. Nicole couldn't help but be embarra.s.sed as she realised a fair few people had now seen her tattoo.

"Good point. Although, I told you, honey..... I'll wax if you do. You think I like flossing my f.u.c.king teeth every time I give you a b.l.o.w. .j.o.b?"

Nicole's giggling turned to an all out laugh. It hurt but was totally worth it. Shel had managed to break the tension in the room and everyone was enjoying a couple of minutes of normality. Prez looked kind of cute when he blushed.

"All right, baby, you need to rest and I'm gonna get this s.h.i.+t started. I'll be back before you know it." Duke kissed her head and arms several times and a very light one on her lips. Peace and relief took more tension from her body and she found herself relaxing completely under his attention. He slowly slid out from under her and propped her up with pillows as he moved. Duke pulled on his clothes while Slam gave her an injection. She kept her eyes on Duke until the lead weights forming on her eyelids won out. Just a second later, she was asleep.

Duke Duke cast one long look back at Nicole before following the others down the stairs. The vision of the purple hue on her once flawless creamy skin fuelled his fury. He forced his mind to focus on what he was heading into. He'd get justice for Nicole. He missed having her in his arms already but he was so worked up to get this started. He couldn't let another minute pa.s.s without some action. He walked into the bar and everyone stopped. Duke didn't understand.

"What we doing in here? I thought you said those c.u.n.ts were in the outhouses." Any delays were just serving to p.i.s.s him off further.

Prez stood before him and folded his arms over his chest. "You're not thinking like my VP right now, Duke. I understand that, but if you can't hold it together you won't be coming in with us."

Duke's fists balled even tighter and he was sure his teeth would crack with how tight his jaw was clenched. He hated this f.u.c.ked up situation. He'd never disrespect Reaper and part of him recognised that he was right.

"Don't think I'm f.u.c.king with you, Duke.....the only reason this has been held off is 'cause I knew you'd wanna be there. Don't make me regret that decision. The same goes for Razor and Slam. Remember, she ain't your old lady in this, she's the club's collateral. Those b.i.t.c.hes have to answer to the club, not just you." Prez stated. Duke had to hold in his need to shout that she was his old lady. Arguing would get him nowhere.

"He's right, Duke. There could be more going on here, we have to be smart. Jewel and Shel have been around these b.i.t.c.hes a lot longer than Nicole and have told us what they can about each. Ain't much but we'll use it if the situation calls for it. Don't think you're the only one who's p.i.s.sed here. I've had to stop Jewel from stomping all over them c.u.n.ts since the second she saw Nic come out on that f.u.c.king stretcher. Me and Prez got it worked out. We go through each of the posse first, then end with Helen. We all know she's the ring leader in this s.h.i.+t." Hollywood was wringing his hands as he spoke.

He appeared nearly as agitated as Duke. Duke knew a lot of that would come from seeing his old lady upset. Hollywood never handled that well, Duke hadn't understood how some of the brothers could get so fired up over their old ladies. He got it now. The fire running through his blood was all for Nicole, not the club.

Duke gave one sharp nod and with a tilt of Prez's chin they made their way to the first outhouse. They had thirteen dotted around the compound. Most were used for storage but six were kept empty. Those outhouses had large drains in the floor and it's where they did their 'wet' interrogations. He knew there would still be splatters of blood on the walls and traces of nearly every kind of bodily fluid; they never managed to clean it all.

Prez unlocked the first door and they all went inside the dank s.p.a.ce. Duke, Razor and Slam stood by the back wall as Hollywood and Prez towered over the redhead huddled in the corner. Razor pulled out his phone and started video recording. Duke gave him a questioning look. They never recorded any of this s.h.i.+t, what the f.u.c.k was Razor doing? His younger brother met his eyes and said the only two words he needed to hear... "For Nic." Slam nodded his head and Duke couldn't keep the smirk from his face. He couldn't have asked for a better little brother.

"So, Lisa, anything to say or add to what was said earlier in the office? Now's your chance." Hollywood cut straight to the point.

Hollywood was the nicest mother f.u.c.ker you could meet. He'd do anything to protect his brothers, no questions asked. He could also turn into a raging bull when provoked, his enormous frame seemed to grow with his anger and it was f.u.c.king scary and awe inspiring to witness. He'd grown up with an abusive Mom who beat the s.h.i.+t out of him, his dad and sister. He hated that his dad had never fought back, until one night he came home to find his Dad crouched over his beaten sister, trying fend off his wife from finis.h.i.+ng the job. Hollywood always said he never remembered what happened next, he just snapped and killed his own mother. Now he knew what he was capable of and it made him one terrifying b.a.s.t.a.r.d to deal with if you were on his bad side. Intimidation was his speciality, he was the perfect brother to question these wh.o.r.es.