The Biker's Fate Chapter 613

"Shut the fuck up," I hissed to my brother, then in a louder voice said, "Hey, man, Lou sent us. He said you could hook us up."

"You best unblock my view, so I know you ain't Five-O."

I moved my thumb. "Do we look like 'the man' to you?"

Hearing the clank of locks behind the door, we waited for a few seconds for the door to open. Hooks peeked his head out. "How do y'all know Lou?"

"I stepped into what I thought was a pile of shit one day, but it turns out, it was Lou," I said just as I kicked in the door, sending Hooks to his ass.

We walked inside and Archer closed the door behind us.

I pulled out my 9mm and aimed it at Hooks' head. "And you know what I do when I step into a pile of shit? I scrape it the fuck off." I leaned down. "So, tell me. Are you a piece of shit? Or are you going to answer my questions like a good boy?"

He raised his hands in defense. "Yeah, man, whatever."

"Good. Let's start with your name," I said. "I assume Hooks is not the name your mama gave you the day she shit you out. So, what's your name?"

"Justin."

"Justin." I nodded. "Good. You told the truth right off the bat. That makes me feel good. Now I won't have to break any of your fingers. Let's try question number two, Justin. Why are you selling fake IDs to those under the protection of the Dogs of Fire MC?"

"I…I have no idea what you're talking about."

I grabbed his hand and snapped his pinky. Justin squealed like a stuck pig.

"See, Justin, that's what I was talking about. It's just the kind of thing I didn't want to do." I tsked. "Why did you sell a fake ID to Teagan Reed who is under the protection of Dogs of Fire MC?"

"I… I didn't know. I swear I didn't know she ran with you guys."

"Are you kickin' up to anyone?"

"What? I don't know what you mean."

"Are you affiliated with any clubs?" I said, slowly like I was talking to a child.

"No, no, man, it's just me."

"You know what, Justin? I believe you. I think you're a no nothing cum stain who's running a chicken shit little operation. 'Cause if you were connected with anyone in town, you would know who is and isn't off-limits, including anyone affiliated with our club."

"I swear to god I didn't know that bitch was with you."

I grabbed his hand again and snapped his ring finger, eliciting a howl of pain from him.

"I swear to god I'm not lying," Justin cried.

"That's for calling her a bitch. You need to learn some manners, Justin." I held up his hands. "I'm more than happy to give you eight more of those lessons."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I swear to god, I'll never sell anything to her ever again."

"You're missing the point of this conversation," I said. "You're never going to say anything to anyone again. You're going to close up shop tonight and get a fuckin' job at Applebee's tomorrow if you have to. But if I ever see you again, it better be because you're clearing a fuckin' plate of baby back ribs."

"I think that's Chili's," Archer interjected.

"I don't care if it's T.G.I. Fuckin' Fridays, if I catch you runnin' scams anywhere within the tri-state area, I'll put you in a full fuckin' body cast." I cocked my head. "Do you understand me?"

Justin nodded rapidly, snot running down his nose.

"Oh, shit," Archer hissed.

"What?" I asked.

"I just remembered Walnut Grove. It was the town in the old show Mom used to watch."

"What the fuck are you talkin' about?" I ground out.

"You know the one?" he said. "Where all the women wore bonnets and shit."

"Wagon Train?"

"No, not fuckin' Wagon Train," Archer snapped. "The one with the little bitch who rolled down the hill at the beginning. The show that made Mom cry every time she watched it."

"Little House on the Prairie?" Justin asked.

"Yeah!" Archer said, excitedly. "That one."

"If you don't shut up, I'm gonna break your fingers too," I threatened my brother.

Archer scoffed. "I'd like to see you try."

"Are we done here, Justin?" I asked.

Justin nodded.

"I want you to think of me as your parole officer. I could drop in at any time unannounced to check on you. Got it?"

"Yeah, man, I got it."

"Good. One last thing," I said. "Give me your wallet."

He pointed to the kitchen counter and Archer grabbed it, handing it to me.

I pulled out the cash inside, counting the bills inside. "This two-fifty is for Teagan's ID. This hundred is for me and my brother to go get beers and forget about having to come to your shit hole apartment, and the remaining five I'll leave you to buy aspirin for your fucked up fingers." Before I closed the wallet, I took a photo of his driver's license and then threw the wallet at him, and we walked out the door.