Murphy

Chapter Ten

Murphy sat in the back of the van glaring at the two men they’d taken from the street outside of Tate’s apartment. They’d pissed themselves and vomited. The smell was making him feel sick. Killer, Zero, and Nash were sat in the back with Tiny and Mikey in the front. The rest of the men were at the compound protecting the families and friends.

“You’re going to f**king die,” Zero said.

One of the men whimpered. They were both shaking and sweating. Turning away from the scene, Murphy looked at Tiny. The other man hadn’t looked at him.

Running fingers through his hair, Murphy knew he needed a haircut. Why the f**k was he thinking about his hair when they were about to torture these two men?

At the warehouse, three more of The Skulls were waiting. Stink, Gunn, and Pretty were waiting. Climbing out of the van, he shook the other guys’ hands and pulled them in for a hug. He slapped them on the back, moving to the final guy.

“It f**king stinks in the back,” Zero said. “You wouldn’t know, Stink, because it smells like you.”

Stink stuck his middle finger at Zero. It was known that Stink was called that because the guy couldn’t smell anything. The guy had no sense of smell and could do a lot of the worst kind of jobs. Rumor was during his prospect days, Stink would whistle while being forced to clean the toilets at the compound. Nothing bothered the guy smell-wise.

Either way, Stink was a good man.

“Fuck you, Zero, you going faster than two strokes?” Stink asked.

Moving away from the group, Murphy wasn’t ready to get into name calling. The guys could last a long time. Tiny walked with him. The others were getting the guys from the back of the van.

Grabbing the chairs, Murphy set everything up ready to watch.

“I think Killer can handle this, don’t you? I want to see what he’s about,” Tiny said.

“Killer will be happy to hurt these guys for you. Providing it’s not sport, he’ll do anything you want.” Murphy secured the chains to the hooks in the walls.

“Sport?” Tiny asked.

“The Lions used him to kill anyone. Some of the guys or women didn’t even have to have a problem with the club. They just liked the control they had over Killer. He’s a loyal son of a bitch and does everything he can for the club.” Murphy shrugged. “He, Whizz, and Time were the only ones who didn’t want to hurt Tate or go to their house. They were good guys for doing that.”

They were silent as they worked. When the sound of commotion, laughing, and whooping came through the door, Tiny grabbed the cut of his leathers. “I’ve got an issue with you. You’ve been f**king my daughter, and you’re going to pay the consequences for it,” Tiny said.

“Fine. I love Tate, and I’ll handle whatever shit you’ve got to throw at me.”

Tiny let him go as the door opened. The whole club would know what’s going on in no time at all. He’d pay the price for loving the leader’s daughter, but until then, they had to deal with the threat on the club.

Both men were chained to the chairs that were in turn chained to the floor. They were screaming, shouting for help.

“Keep yelling. We’re not going to leave here for some time. No one can hear you,” Tiny said. “Killer?”

The other man looked up. “Get me the information that I need.”

Killer walked toward the man. Murphy sat down on the sofa, waiting. He wasn’t bothered by the sound of flesh hitting flesh, or the screams. Burning caused him a problem, and he left the warehouse for a smoke.

Nash followed him out to take a smoke.

“I can take all kinds of shit. It’s part of the job, but I can’t handle burning. They’re talking and giving everything away,” Nash said.

Murphy nodded. “We’ll be given the heads up before we leave.”

“Tiny’s going to f**k you over with Tate. Is she worth it?”

Turning to Nash, he was surprised by the question. “You grew up with her.”

“So? A bitch is still a bitch. Some women are not worth the problems.”

“What about your brother? Did you think Angel was worth it?” Murphy asked.

“She’s worth it. Angel makes my brother happy. Tate’s pissed off with you over The Lion business.”

“Yeah, she’s pissed at me, but I’m not going anywhere. I love her, and I’m going to do everything I can to prove to her I’m not going anywhere.” None of them got it. All they saw was the bitch. Turning to Nash, he stared at the other man. “You know, I fell in love with Tate when she was sweet and charming. I couldn’t imagine my life being with anyone else. Time and what has happened between us has changed us both.” Pulling on his cigarette, Murphy decided to open up to the other man. “There was a time I’d have been satisfied with Tate as she was back then, but now I know I’d have grown bored with her. Sure, I loved the way she was, and I still do. This club is my life, and the woman she was wouldn’t be able to handle my shit. This bitchy woman, the brat, can handle everything I throw at her.”

Smiling, he kept his gaze on Nash. “You all see her as a problem. To me, she’s f**king perfect. I love her attitude. I relish the challenge she gives me, and I know deep down that she loves me, too. Tate is hard, and she’s what I need. So, yeah, she can be a bitch and fight me and cuss, but I f**king love it ‘cause I love her.”

“Wow, you’re really pu**y-whipped,” Nash said.

“Tate’s worth it. I love everything about her.”

“We’re done, guys,” Zero said, popping his head out of the door.

Flicking his smoke away, Murphy headed back inside.

“What’s going on?” Nash asked.

“These f**kers were hired by drug dealers and pimps,” Tiny said, kicking the leg of the nearest guy. Both men were lying on the floor, dead.

“They were terrified,” Killer said, wiping his hands on a cloth.

“This shit has nothing to do with The Lions?” Murphy asked.

“No.”

“What the f**k are drug dealers doing in Fort Wills? They’re supposed to be the f**k out of the town. It’s what we promised the f**king town,” Nash said, cursing.

“I’m talking to the Sheriff and to Alex. He’ll put the word out to see who’s playing their cards close to our home,” Tiny said.

“Close to home? They’re not close to home, they’re in f**king home,” Mikey said.