Midnight
I stepped up to the table that I had my s**t sitting on and made a show of deciding which tool that I was going to start with. I would pick one up and lay it back down, and every time I would hear Whiner suck in a breath. I was trying to make him nervous and want to talk.
I finally picked up the brass knuckles and slipped them on my hands. I had a pair of them for each hand. I could do more damage that way. And I was looking to inflict some damage to him. I was pissed off that they planned to kill my brothers and family when they burnt the clubhouse down.
So I walked up to him and flexed my fingers with the brass knuckles on. "Are you going to talk? Or do I need to beat it out of you?" I asked him. "I'm not telling you s**t," he said as he spit at me. The little fucker is luc
