Bringing Harmony (Ops Warriors MC) (8 page)

“I am in,” Freedom said.

“Me too,” Bob laughed and the girls all walked out of the family room. They of course didn’t know the guys had eyes in the room, and right then Monk was moving to tell the men what they needed to know to win Harmony over.

Chapter Seven

Last night was a bust. The girls rallied around each other and completely ignored the men and ended up all passed out together on the sectionals on the leaders' floor. Creed and Fork were annoyed, because every time they tried to talk to Harmony the girls ignored them. Tonight was going to be different, because tonight was Saturday. They knew Harmony, a lot more than she knew. They had studied her, they weren’t just attracted to her two years ago, and they had planned to claim her.

She never noticed when she was hanging around the guys were paying attention. They followed her with their eyes, saw who she was talking to, then they would go and find out what she was up to. Granted, they didn’t know she had been helping the whole fucking club with research, but it didn’t surprise them. They knew she was smart, it was obvious, but they were going to win her over, that was their plan then and that was their plan now. She just needed to fucking slow down enough for them to do it.

Before they could get to the good stuff though, they had to deal with the trash. Creed made a call, and then Creed, Fork, Monk, Easy, and Poke left the compound in the early afternoon. They had a schedule and an envelope full of cash; it was time to get same answers.

As they rode their bikes to the edge of town, they were ready. So were their contacts. The gates to the prison opened up for them without stopping them. They pulled into the parking lot where the employees park and walked to the employee entrance.

Creed knocked three times and the door opened. “We have the cameras diverted for three hours, you have them back in three hours and we are good. You are logged in as the weekend office cleaning crew,” Tim said. He was Slam’s brother-in-law, and he was doing the club a favor. For payment of course, Creed wouldn’t let anyone risk their family income for the club without reimbursement.

“Make sure you put that in you wife’s account, say it is an inheritance,” Fork said and the guy nodded and took the envelope and pointed to the door.

“Through there, knock three times, they are in the back room blindfolded with the doors locked,” Tim said and Creed nodded.

They followed the directions and when they walked into the boiler room, Creed grinned. Just like they had asked. And he could see the two gangbangers were already nervous. They knew something was going on, they probably thought it was other prisoners.

“Well, boys, we need to have a little talk,” Creed said and pulled off the hoods on the men’s head.

“
No habla ingles
.” One of them spit on the ground.

“Huh,” Monk said and looked at his friends.

“I think he is trying to say he doesn’t speak English.” Fork laughed.

“Didn’t ask that, fucker,” Monk said. “We already know you speak English. Heard you talking in your cell, yeah, I bet your bosses are gonna love hearing about that shit.”

The two prisoners frowned and shrugged. One of them said, “
¡ORALE!
”

“Huh?” Monk said.

“Heard that one before, it means ‘go for it’.” Fork laughed.

“Right,” Monk said and shook his head and looked back to the guy. “Glad we have a translator right.”

The prisoners glared at him. “
CHINGADA
,” one of the men spit out.

“Huh?” Monk said.

“He said ‘fuck’,” Fork said.

“Not fuck you? Just fuck?” Monk said.

“Yep,” Fork said.

“So glad you are here, man, I coulda made a mistake with that one, ‘cause if he would have told me to fuck off we would have had a problem. Him just saying fuck, that just makes him stupid,” Monk said. “I know you have to speak English though, I am pretty sure I heard a rumor somewhere.”

“Hell yeah, when I heard Banger One tell his cell mate that he was going to tell the Feds all he knew, I clapped.” Easy smiled.

“And Banger Two said they were going to lead the Feds to their stash of drugs,” Poke said.

“It was beautiful, that conversation is going to make it to the outside before the end of the day,” Easy said.

Both of the prisoners leaned back with a sneer and ignored what they were saying. Apparently they weren’t afraid of someone telling their boss they were talking, that was interesting, most guys would be worried about that.

“No, brothers,” Creed said and held up his hand. “We are done fucking around with these two little pissants, the threats are not working, you can see that, these guys are pros.”

One of the guys smiled and lifted his chin to the other one, idiots. They really thought they were something.

“Okay, boss.” Easy shrugged and pulled off his bag he was carrying over his shoulder. “Then since they like to torture people to get information out of them, let’s see how they like it when we do it back. I remember every single scar on Freedom’s body they gave her. I think we can get them to talking.”

“But they didn’t get Freedom to talk,” Poke reminded him.

“I know, that is ‘cause they were doing it wrong, they were in the right area for torture. But when you are messing with cutting people, the key is to cut into the muscles and not just the surface, that way the blood flows faster, because the muscles are full of blood when they are stressed. Take a finger,” Easy said and reached to one of the guy’s hands that were cuffed to the chair. The guys didn’t have time to respond, Easy gripped it and snapped it. “See, look at how the blood is pooling at the wound.”

Creed leaned over the screaming man. “Oh yeah, look at that, it
is
turning purple.”

“Yeah, that’s ‘cause the blood is rushing to it,” Easy said and then pulled out a knife and held it up to his friends. “If I were to cut it off now, the blood would shoot out like no ones business.”

The man who they didn’t touch was looking at them in horror and trying to move his chair away.

“Wait,
hombre
,” Monk said. “Let me give this a go.”

Monk reached down and grabbed one of the man’s fingers who was trying to get away and snapped it. He screamed and Monk laughed. “Yeah, look at that, purple.”

“Cool, guys, but we need some answers, and so let’s move on to the lessons that are really going to make an impact,” Fork said.

For the next hour, Easy and Poke showed the guys how to get the maximum amount of blood pooled to a joint or limb to cause the maximum amount of bleeding. Fingers, toes, knees, elbows, nothing was left untouched or unbroken on the men. They screamed and cried as Poke and Easy showed the guys the way to break a bone. But they never asked them any questions, they ignored them when they cried out they would talk.

“Cool, now that we have blood pockets all over the body,” Easy said, “the fun part starts.”

“Really?” Monk said. “‘Cause that was pretty fun to watch, man.”

“Oh yeah,” Poke said. “Easy is the master of bleeding a dude out. I have seen him drain a fuckin' dude in like three minutes, never hitting the main arteries. It was slow and painful, longest three minutes of my fucking life, ‘cause the screaming is terrible the whole time, up to the last second.”

“Cool,” Creed said and looked at Easy and nodded.

“So…” Easy said and held up the knife.

“Wait,” one of the men yelled. “We are in a prison, you can’t kill us in here, it is illegal.”

Monk laughed and looked at Creed. “Boss, you here?”

“Nah, man, I am at the club at a party right about now,” Creed said. “I got fifty people that say so.”

“You will never get away with this,” the other one cried. “He knows everything.”

“Yeah, he who?” Fork laughed. “‘Cause the only one who we are worried about is the one who is behind all this. You and your little pissant friends who think they run this place are not the head guy. He is too smart; you all have been running fast and loose with shit, making more problems for him than what he wants. I bet he expects you are gonna die.”

“No, he doesn’t, he can’t put a hit on us or he would never…” one of them said.

“Never what?” Creed said slowly.

The man laid back and laughed. “You don’t know, you still don’t know, do you?”

“Easy,” Creed said and pointed to the one who was laughing on the ground through his pain.

Easy nodded and ran his knife along the man’s knee to where the joint was already bulging. The man screamed and his friend closed his eyes.

“Know what, asshole,” Creed barked.

“What this is all about, wait, who this is all about, wait, how this all came about,” the man babbled and Creed shook his head.
Fucking asshole, he was crazy.

They turned to the silent guy and Fork kicked him in the head with his boot to make him pay attention. “What is he talking about?”

The man shook his head and Easy ran his knife along his collarbone where they had broken it. Blood poured down his chest, he screamed and they waited for both men to get themselves under control.

“Now, let’s try this again. What are you talking about?” Creed said.

“I don’t think they are speaking English again.” Monk laughed and the others grinned.

“Fork,” Creed said. “Translate for me.”

“Sure,” Fork nodded.

“How do you say…'listen here, muther fuckers, either you tell us what we want to know or we are going to slice and dice you, then we are going to find your family’. Monk here likes the women, he would love to show them what a real biker is like in bed. Then we will kill them like this too, it doesn’t matter to us,” Creed said. “Hey, maybe we should just fuckin’ leave and do that now, come back later on and show them pictures, you think that would give them some incentive?”

“Shit, boss,” Poke said and pulled out his phone. “I got me some pictures here already. I think this is one of your women, right?”

The man who had been kinda crazy shut up and the other one looked over. “And this one,” Poke said. “This one is your sister, right, bro?” he said and showed the silent one a picture. They had already planned this.

“Yeah, that is what I thought.” Easy laughed. “Glad I took the right pictures. I know right where they are today. It is Saturday, they are at the market, should be heading home soon, we can catch them together.”

“Cool,” Creed said and clapped his hand and leaned over. “You two don’t go anywhere alright.”

“Fuck,” the quiet one of them swore and said, “I will tell you.”

“Oh look, now they speak English, told you.” Monk laughed.

“Start talking,” Creed said and the two men finally gave them what little information they had. However, it was more than what they had before and it was all so clear, the Warriors hadn’t even touched the tip of what was going on.

*****

The men were washing themselves up at the gas station before they went back to the compound. They had blood all over them, and they didn’t want people to stare.

“You believe them?” Monk said.

“That they didn’t know who was pulling the strings?” Creed said.

“Yeah,” Monk said and Creed was silent and then looked at the guys.

“They would have told us. But the other stuff, man that is wacked. Torching Harmony’s place like that. Someone had to tell them about her. Someone in the club, shit, I didn’t even know until today she is the one who hacked the county records. How the fuck would they know?” Creed said.

“We have already checked all of our people out, man, after what happened with Trick, everyone was questioned and vetted,” Monk said.

“We missed someone?” Fork said quietly.

“No way, I would have caught on to that,” Easy said. “Rode a few of those guys pretty hard, there isn’t any way one of the them with us right now is talking.”

“What about before?” Creed said.

“Only a few guys who have moved on. One of them in the Cali Chapter, though, I could give him a call and have him come back. Two went up north to the Montana Chapter, don’t know if they are still there,” Monk said and Creed nodded.

“Already called the Cali Chapter, Slider is coming in next week for the party, he wanted to be here when the Savages came. We need to get a line on the others, see what they know, if they know,” Creed said.

Fork nodded. “We aren’t telling anyone yet that Slider is coming.”

“Good, piss some people off,” Monk said.

“They can talk to me if they have a problem. He is solid,” Creed said.

“Diablos wanting the plans to the mine is gonna be an issue. They are planning something, and we have no clue what it is,” Fork said.

“Yeah, and since those assholes say they already have an entrance on our land that only they know about? That is fucked up,” Poke said.

“It would explain how Freedom’s dad’s head got on the grounds without us seeing anyone place it there,” Easy said.

“Yeah, and if what that dude is saying is true, and they have been in and out of the compound over the last month, scoping out things, we are going to have to clear the compound to make sure they didn’t fuck with anything,” Poke said.

“This is gonna be a busy week, we can’t let anyone know that our security isn’t working. The Savages need to see us as impenetrable,” Creed said.

“We also need to see who was with the club back when Harmony was looking into shit. Hang ons, whores, Prospects that didn’t make it, everyone. Leave no stone unturned, because someone knows what Harmony can do, which makes her a commodity, and there is no way they are going to not realize that,” Creed said.

“She stays in the compound, on the grounds, guarded at all times, not fucking around with this, Creed,” Fork said.

“I hear ya,” Creed said and put a hand on his neck. “But she is gonna be pissed and protest, shit, when we left this morning I was thinking about what the fuck she’d do to our bed while we were gone.”

Before they left, Fork and Creed had gotten Harmony into their bed to keep sleeping, the noise of people getting up and cooking would have woken her and they both had noticed she had bags under her eyes last night when they picked her up. She needed to sleep in, so they had moved her. But they were sure she was going to be pissed when she realized whose room she was in.