37. Buh Bye Now

Chapter 37

Buh Bye Now

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"The party's about to start, Matt," I said, pulling my phone out of my back pocket.

He yelled for help, but no one was in the building besides us.

"Tape his mouth. I don't need him yelling something obscene that Grace might hear." So far, I'd kept her from knowing about today's excitement. She was smart and knew Matt was going to disappear. She'd never pushed for the specifics, and I was okay with that. I waited until Berry had shut Matt the fuck up. I answered the call and put it on speaker.

"Prez?"

There were murmurs around the room at how loud Thunder was. He'd never be stealthy with his loud, booming voice.

"Yeah, Thunder?"

"The packages are at the clubhouse, safe and sound," he confirmed.

I breathed a deep sigh of relief. I'd planned for today, but knowing the two most important people in my life were safe lifted an immense weight off my shoulders. "Were you followed?" I asked him.

"Chef and I aren't sure what happened. We were on the ramp entering the highway when a black SUV with tinted windows started tailing us. They were already on the highway, but it didn't take a genius to know they were following us. Chef took a couple backroads to see if we could shake them, but they never changed their distance, always two car lengths behind us. I called Snake at the clubhouse, and he grabbed a few of the older brothers to ride out and meet us. As soon as the bikes surrounded our car, the SUV took off."

"I don't know what that was. We'll need to discuss it on Monday at church." The thought of them being pursued made my stomach churn, and I wanted to projectile vomit all over Matt. It could have been nothing, but the vehicle screamed cartel. I repeatedly reminded myself that Grace and JR were safe in the clubhouse.

"Thunder? Should I speak to him?" Grace's voice came through the phone, even though she wasn't speaking directly to me. I heard them exchange a few words.

I looked at Matt and smirked. "It's okay, Thunder. Hand her the phone," I said. I waited until I could hear her thank him. "You can't be ordering my men around like that, mama."

She laughed, and it was my favorite sound in the world. "I said please. Thunder and Chef did an excellent job. Focus on bringing everyone else home safely. JR and I are fine." This was the closest we'd ever come to talking about today.

I heard the phone click , and I hit the red button on my end. "Did you catch that, Matt? She's only thinking about us and our safety." I used my finger to circle the room, including the rest of the brothers.

His eyes were furious, and he made muffled sounds behind the tape. I was sure he wanted to call me some choice colorful names, but I didn't give a fuck. He wouldn't last much longer. I looked around the room, and there were smiles or smirks on each brother's face. She'd included them, and it just solidified everyone's belief that she belonged. Voting Grace in as First Lady of the Iron Shield was only a formality.

"I have nothing further to say to you, but I wanted you to know they're thriving. When you get to the bouts of hell, you won't have to worry about them because they sure won't be fucking worried about you." I looked around the room until my eyes fell on Scrub. "You ready?" I asked him.

Matt made more muffled sounds behind the tape. He tried to pull away from the wall again, but there was no give.

"Finally. I've been waiting for this." Scrub was smiling as he slid the zipper open of his medical travel duffle. I wasn't sure how much action that bag had seen, but Scrub never left home without it.

"Calm down, dude. It's just a dick," Cyph said to him.

"Do you know how much research I had to do for this? Optimal cutting positions and everything." Scrub didn't look up as he laid out a few tools. "This is the highlight of my week. You know, for research only, you fucking freak."

Scrub had directed that at Cyph, but Count answered. "You're the psycho excited about cutting a dick off."

When Matt heard their conversation, his eyes widened and sweat dripped off his forehead. He tried to scream, but the tape muffled any sound that might have escaped.

"Yet you bid on the length of it soft. Go fuck yourself," Scrub mocked Count.

"It was a sucker's bet, and six inches was available when I looked. I figured five was too small. I am seven, and there's no way to disappoint, even if you ram it home. Besides, I need bike parts." Count shrugged.

"I took the five-inch bet. I figured if he had small man syndrome then he was lacking." Pretty chimed in. "It's not the size, but the motion of the ocean," he said, swaying his hips in a circle.

"Does that work for the back door, too?" Count taunted Pretty.

"Nope, twerking does." Pretty bent over, stuck his ass out, and started to pump his back and hips.

"If you're not careful, you're going to hurt yourself. If that's the case, we'll just drive by the hospital and throw your ass out. None of us want to walk back in there," How said, laughing.

"Speaking of which, tomorrow starts my bender, so if you see something, no, you didn't. If you hear something, you just mind your fucking business." Pretty pointed at each brother individually until they acknowledged him.

"Did you approve that?" Grizz asked Wreck.

"You put a muzzle on your bitch yet, Jonathan?" Wreck uncrossed and recrossed his arms over his chest, feet shoulder-length apart.

"At least I can claim her as my bitch." Grizz balled his fist up but took one look at Wreck and decided not to hit him. It was probably a wise move.

"Enough. Let's get this done and get the fuck out of here," I interrupted them. "Scrub?"

Matt screamed again behind the tape. He had shut the fuck up once he heard the brothers ribbing each other, probably thinking they would forget about him. Like Zook had said on the road, fat fucking chance.

"I didn't know if you wanted to use your knife, so I brought a couple of scalpels and a pair of scissors. I thought a machete would be too easy." Scrub looked towards me for an answer.

"No, I'll use my knife. I had Grizz sharpen it specially for today." I pulled it from my back pocket and made sure that Matt focused on me before I said, "My father gave me this knife when I first prospected for the Iron Shield. When my son does the same, I'll pass it onto him."

Matt's face had been pale throughout this ordeal, but now, there was red appearing on his cheeks and forehead. He was angry at me, and I didn't give a fuck.

"As soon as I put an IV in, you can cut either his dick or his balls off. Don't do both at the same time. It'll be too messy, and he'll lose too much blood. You told me he had to be alive." Scrub gathered the supplies for an IV and approached Matt, working quickly. Pulling the tape off of Matt's mouth, Scrub took a step backwards, admiring his handiwork.

"You're a doctor? Didn't you take a fucking oath or something? You can't let them do this to me. This is unethical, and I'll have your license," Matt screamed. He still hadn't realized that no one would help him escape. The brothers didn't give a fuck what would happen to Matt .

"Oh, like Dr. Vargas? Did you know she was purposely trying to kill Grace?" Scrub stood in front of him with his arms crossed over his chest. Matt stopped running his mouth, but his eyes hid secrets. "You fucking did. If Grace had died, you could have harvested the baby easier."

"It wasn't like she was doing me any favors. I would be a widower. You know how many women would have thrown themselves at me knowing my wife was dead and the baby was gone? Grace fucks up everything."

Scrub kicked him in the knee, snapping it backwards. Walking back to the table, he handed Pretty a water bottle and paper towels. "He's your brother. You're on cleanup duty. Squirt this until I tell you not to and then pat it dry. It's just water." He grabbed the blow torch and clicked it on and off a few times. "I am ready. Let's do this."

"You're not touching my dick with that!" Matt hollered. "Don't fucking touch me."

"Or what?" I asked him.

He shouted more choice words about me, the club, the blowtorch, and anything else he could think of. It wouldn't change anything.

"You should have taken me seriously when I told you to stay away from her. We protect our own, and you will pay for your sins against them." I pulled off my riding gloves and put on a pair of surgical ones, smacking the edge against my skin. I wasn't touching his dick bare-handed. "It didn't have to be like this, but the storm is coming, and you're just a pawn in this game," I said, walking straight towards him.

"Every time you fuck her cold pussy, she'll be thinking of me. We have a child together."

I didn't let him say anything else as I grabbed his dick and squeezed with all of my might. He wouldn't need it anyway. I shifted the knife in my hand and pulled the shaft away from his body. I was about ready to make the first cut when my brother yelled, stopping me.

"Measure it. We have a bet going," he said.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." I shook my head at their stupidity.

"That's not a good choice of words, considering you're holding it." Pretty smirked.

"Here, I brought a ruler. I didn't think we would need much." Scrub handed me a school ruler, and I just looked at him. He was usually one of the saner ones, but I'd let his inner psycho free, and this was the thanks I got. Putting the ruler straight into Matt's groin, I said, "Five and seven-eighths inches. Not even six. That's pathetic."

I didn't know who won the bet, but I heard one brother yell, "Yippee!". Grabbing Matt's dick, I held it out and made the first cut.

Matt's shrieks echoed off the office walls.

"Hurts like a bitch, huh? Guess you shouldn't have been a cunt, then." I made another cut straight down until I reached halfway. Blood pooled around the open wound and ran down the shaft of his dick, past his balls, to the floor. Pretty squirted the water bottle and used the paper towel to dry the area. I took a heavier swipe and this time, his dick fell to the ground.

There was a collective groan around the room, and a few of the brothers grabbed their own dicks to make sure they were still intact.

"That was easier than I thought it was going to be," I said, watching as Pretty wiped the remaining blood with a paper towel. Scrub clicked the blow torch on and cauterized the hole where Matt's dick had previously hung. The smell of flesh burning filled the office, and a little steam released from Matt's skin. Matt's shrieks became low moans, and tears ran from his eyes. Checking on him, Scrub raised his thumb. We could continue.

"How come he didn't pass out from the pain?" I asked Scrub.

"I gave him just enough morphine through the IV to tolerate the pain but still be coherent enough to know what's going on." Scrub flipped Matt off. "You're welcome, you fucking cunt."

If I thought removing his dick was easy, his balls went even smoother. I sliced the knife through the scrotum, and his balls fell to the ground on top of his dick. It was done. Matt was officially a dickless wonder. Any fight he had had was gone. He tilted his head up so that he wouldn't have to see the damage I'd caused and sobbed. The tears didn't stop as Scrub sealed the wound.

"Grizz, you're up," I said, waiting for him to bring his tools forward. Grabbing the balls first, I held them against the wall, and Grizz put two nails through them, one in each. We did the same for the dick, and then I pulled the gloves off.

Berry and Twig would stop at an old campground on the way to the clubhouse. The place had been closed for years, but they still had burn pits out in the open.

"Hey Matt," I called to him, "last chance to watch. The brothers have been practicing their darts."

He didn't even look at me as he continued to sob.

I was the first one to step up to the imaginary throw line. Grabbing a dart from the desk, I lined up my shot, and it pierced Matt's dick so that the shaft was now pinned to the wall.

"Not bad, Prez," someone said. The brothers talked over each other.

"We should have brought a real dart board to pin the dick on. We could have scored points and bet on who gets the most."

"No, it should have been a donkey poster. You know? Pin the dick on the donkey."

"You didn't have friends as a kid."

"Where would you get a donkey poster?"

"Same place you order everything else for delivery."

Grizz, as Vice President, took my spot in front of the imaginary dart board with a dart in his hand. "Too bad I can't do this to Brandon. Fucking prick." He whipped the dart, landing it Matt's left ball.

The rest of the brothers lined up to throw darts. No one missed. After they finished, we packed up and headed towards the door. "Hey, Matt," I said.

He looked at me, a broken man. I felt nothing for him. He'd done this to himself. "Gerry says thank you. Diego Lopez put a bounty out on your head, dead or alive. No one knows you're here, but when we get back to the clubhouse, Cyph will take care of it. Gerry was playing you to pay off his gambling debt. We'll make sure he turns your location in. The reward will be enough to clear the debt."

"What will they do to me?" Matt asked.

"Make an example out of you," I answered, closing the office door behind me.