The Biker's Fate Chapter 598

Huck

Cash and I pulled up to the location Daisy's GPS led us to and we found Razor's rental parked about a hundred yards from an old outbuilding next to a rundown house. As quietly as we could, we made our way to Razor's truck, and he climbed out to meet us.

"She in there?" I asked, pointing to the building.

"I think so," Razor said. "I did a quick sweep around the house, and it doesn't look like anyone's been in there for a while."

"Okay, then, let's go," I said, pulling the revolver from my waistband.

"Whoa there, John Wick," Cash said. "That psycho's got more than your puppy in there."

"You think I don't know that?" I hissed.

"That's my sister in there."

"And I'm gonna go get her."

I stalked toward the building with Cash and Razor trying to keep up, urging me to get low and stay out of sight. "We need to be careful," Cash whispered.

"This asshole already knows we're here," I said.

"Cash is right, we need to be careful," Razor said. "We should split up and check the perimeter."

"That's a good idea, why don't you go ahead and do that," I said, before hiking up my leg and putting my boot through the handle.

The door swung open, splinters flying everywhere to reveal Daisy standing with her hands bound behind her back and Cyrus Milhew holding a gun to her temple using her as a shield.

"Let her go," I growled, my gun leveled toward him.

"You're not the one calling the shots here, Loverboy," Cyrus said. "Take one more step, and you get to see what the inside of her skull looks like."

"You okay, baby?" I asked Daisy, ignoring Cyrus's threat.

"I'm alright."

"Shut up, bitch," Cyrus sneered, pulling her hair, and pressing the barrel of the gun deeper into the side of her head.

Seeing Daisy wince in pain at the hands of this psychopath set my brain on fire but I had to remain calm. If I lost my cool, Daisy was dead.

"Hey man," Cash said. "Maybe we should just do what this guy says."

"Shut the fuck up," I snapped.

"I told you," he bit out. "That's my sister."

"And she's gonna be my wife, and I need you to trust me and keep your mouth shut."

"You should listen to dear brother-in-law to be, Huck," Cyrus said. "If you ever want your pretty young fiancé to see her wedding day, you'd better put that gun down and get on your knees where you belong."

I slowed my breathing, calculating my next move.

"Oh, I know that look," Cyrus cooed. "You're looking for that three inches, aren't you? You're wondering, with all this adrenaline pumping through your veins, can you find that fabled three inches that everybody loves to talk about? Can you make that game winning shot? You're thinking to yourself, can I shoot him without hitting her? Well, ladies and gentlemen," he said with an announcer's tone, "Can the great Huck the Puck find his three inches?"

"You're wrong. I only need nine millimeters, asshole," I said, squeezing the trigger, hitting him in his carotid artery, the force of the bullet throwing him back against the wall, blood spurting from his wound.

His gun hit the floor and Daisy kicked it well out of reach before running to me.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" I demanded, keeping my eye and gun on Cyrus as he writhed on the floor.

"I'm okay," she said.

"Cash, get her out of here," I growled, and walked over to Cyrus. I knelt down and grabbed him by the throat, arterial spray gushing through my fingers. "Do you feel that? That's your life force draining from your body. Pretty terrifying, isn't it?"

Cyrus tried to respond through gurgles, but blood spewed from his mouth.

"Maybe you'll know what your victims must have felt like. You're gonna die afraid and in pain, and I'm the last face you're gonna see before you're dragged down to hell." I put my right thumb into the bullet hole in his neck, causing him to kick and scream in pain. "I didn't do this to you, you did it to yourself. But in the end, I'll be happy to take the credit." I pulled my thumb out and blood gushed from the wound as his heart pumped its final few beats.

I'd never imagined that I'd know what it was like to kill a man. Now that I did, I felt no pity or remorse. Cyrus Milhew had threatened my family and tried to destroy everything I cared about. He was dead and I was fucking glad.

Cash rushed back in.

"Jesus," Cash hissed. "You okay"

"Daisy," I rasped. "I need to see Daisy."

"Hey, hey, hey." Cash shook me. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good. I need to make sure Daisy's—"

"She's okay. Razor's with her and she's in the car with a blanket getting warmed up."

"I killed him," I said.

"I know," Cash said. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Alright, let's get you out of here," Cash said, guiding me outside.

Razor walked up to us and frowned.

"Look, Daisy doesn't want to go back to your parents' place."

"What the hell?" I growled.

"It's okay, it's okay," Cash said. "We'll get her back to the hotel and take care of Cyrus's body. You go grab her some clothes, toiletries, and shit like that, and burn your clothes. Hear me on this, Ruin, you burn everything you're wearing, except your cut. Got it?"

I nodded.

"You got any ideas on where to get rid of this guy?" Cash asked Razor. "Do we have any friendlies out here in Toad Fuck Holler?"

Razor scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah, yeah. You remember Pops?"

"Pops Waller?"

"Nah, Pops Dixon."

"Yeah, retired a few years back," Cash said.

"That's right," Razor confirmed. "Retired to a hog farm about thirty miles from here."

"A hog farm?" Cash asked.

"Yeah, I guess it was a family business that went way back. I drove a U-Haul for him when he and his old lady moved out here," Razor said. "Funny thing about those hogs is they'll eat anything. And I mean," he motioned toward the building with Cyrus's corpse, "anything."

"Alright, let's get the body wrapped up and into your truck. I'll take my sister back to the hotel." Cash turned to me. "You take care of your shit, got it?"

I nodded. "Got it."

I made my way to my grandfather's truck and headed home.