The Biker's Fate Chapter 431

Finch

I parked my truck in the rear lot of Blush and headed down the concrete stairwell that led to the club's basement. I motioned to the surveillance camera mounted overhead and was immediately buzzed in. The club's basement was sometimes referred to as the "Woodshed," as it was here that lessons that could only be learned with a switch were dispensed. As I entered the space, I could see Hatch and Flea standing on either side of Vitaly, who was gagged and zip-tied to a metal folding chair.

"You asked to be looped in, so we waited for you," Hatch said matter-of-factly.

"I appreciate it," I said with a casual nod, the door closing behind me.

The basement was mostly empty except for some plumbing materials leaning in the corner, opposite the doorway, but I knew they wouldn't be stored there for very long. Mack and Booker ran the club, and every area was highly organized…everything had a place, which was not in the corner of the basement.

Hatch pulled me in close and nodded toward Vitaly. "The only reason you're here is because I know Remington is tight with you and your sister," he said. "Flea's assured me that you won't get carried away, and I'm counting on the fact that you know how to keep your mouth shut."

"Yeah, man," I said.

"Good, because you know we don't like gettin' our hands dirty, but sometimes you have to take out the fucking trash before it starts stinkin' up the place," he said looking over at Vitaly, who sat motionless, eyes straight ahead. "This guy's family back in Russia is loaded, so bribin' him isn't going to be an option. Wailin' on him didn't seem to do the trick, so I'm gonna have one more go at scarin' the little prick out of town, then we'll have to improvise." Hatch walked over to Vitaly, leaned in close to him and said, "I'm gonna take this gag out of your mouth, and if you scream I'll hit you so hard, you'll lose the will to ever utter a sound again." Vitaly remained still and Hatch untied his gag. "It appears that I didn't make myself clear the last time I had my little chat with you."

"Such a conversationalist you are," Vitaly said. "You broke two of my ribs."

"And, yet, here we are once again," Hatch said. "I told you to stay away from Remington Charles, and what did you do? If a few body shots didn't get the point across last time, perhaps it's time to mess up that pretty-boy face of yours."

"Why the fuck do you macho assholes care so much about one bitch anyway?" Vitaly asked.

"She's a friend of ours, and we protect our friends," I snapped. "But, I'm sure you wouldn't know anything about that, you fucking sociopath."

"What do you know about me?" Vitaly asked defiantly. "I understand loyalty more than you could ever know," he said with a sneer. "I'm also wise enough not to waste my loyalty on whores."

I moved toward Vitaly, but Hatch stepped between us.

"A word of advice," Hatch said. "You might want to watch how you talk about women when you're around us. Next time, I ain't stopping him."

"Women deserve respect, I agree," Vitaly said. "But these girls aren't real women. They are merely dancers."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked. "You're a dancer."

"I'm not a fucking dancer. I'm an artist and a businessman," he said smugly.

"I apologize, Lord Twinkletoes, I didn't realize we were in the presence of such artistic greatness," Hatch said with an exaggerated bow.

"You are," Vitaly said plainly. "I excel at what I do, and you are lucky to have me in your country. Rich Americans pay me to come here and dance for them and they are right to do so. My uncles are lucky because while I'm here, I can help them find new talent for their clubs," he said with an evil grin.

My shoulders stiffened, and my hands balled up into tight fists.

"It's true," Vitaly continued. "Every one of those girls thinks they are going to be the next prima ballerina, but I'm there to show them just how mediocre they all are."

"I've heard enough from this narcissistic piece of shit. Let's just beat the shit out of him and be done with it," I said, my anger level rising.

"Hold on," Hatch said, pulling me to the side. "We're not here to torture him, we're here to make sure he leaves Remington and the rest of the dancers alone."

"What? It was okay for you and Flea to have a go at him, but now we're above that?" I challenged.

"Beating him up didn't stop him last time. We need to figure out what it's gonna take to make this guy leave town, without drawing any heat on the club."

"It's rude to whisper about someone when they are in the room," Vitaly said.

"Okay, asshole," I said turning to face him. "How about this? Leave Remington alone, and leave the conservatory for good, or we'll make the last beating look like a hug."

Vitaly laughed loudly. "You guys talk so fucking macho. Just like my uncles. Look, I get it. You have a hard-on for Remington, and you want me to stay away from her. Fine, but just make sure that she knows that when she's three months behind on rent, my family is more than happy to give her employment suitable to her skillset."

I threw a wild right hook and connected squarely with the left side of Vitaly's skull, causing my middle knuckle to feel like it broke on impact.

"I warned you," Hatch said to Vitaly, as blood began to pour from the gash in the side of his head.

I did my best to hide the throbbing pain in my right hand before returning my attention back to a dazed Vitaly. "You wanna say something like that again, you rapist piece of shit?"

"Rapist?" Vitaly said, as his eyes began to refocus. "I've never raped anyone. I can have any woman I want, any time I want."