Pannel & Hook

Chapter 16: N

POV Nate

Trigger Warning(s)- Immense violence, Language, and Torture scene ahead. Please be advised.

"Manny put some pressure on that wound". My leg practically touched the bottom of my ride. "Manuel, get your shit together put some pressure on the FUCKING WOUND".

"I AM. I AM, WATCH THE ROAD!". Man-Man shouted back at me from the backseat as he pressed a soaked shirt against Kimi's midsection.

We arrived at the Emergency Department of the hospital maybe 8 or 10 minutes after disregarding speed limits and a couple of stoplights. I stopped suddenly as we got there, swinging the back door open and carrying her myself, not even thinking to turn off the vehicle.

"WE NEED HELP, SHE'S BEEN SHOT, HELP PLEASE!". My cries lit a fire under the asses of the nurses who were sitting with their clipboards in their hands.

She was put on a stretcher and taken to the back but I almost cracked one of them over the head when I was pushed back and told I couldn't follow.

They took their sweet time and I'm guessing the adrenaline from the fights made me clock out in one of the waiting room chairs.

I jump out of my sleep as my phone and have a text from Damien on one of my apps.

"38 Island Dr- Come alone or else."

"It's a trap". Manuel looked at me with worry.

"Of course, it is but I don't have a choice". I go to get up until he grabs my sleeve. "If you go then you're not coming out alive".

"We have the most heat on the east side, right?". He nods. "Alright, you come with me and stay in the car but if I don't come out within an hour you give the word to every LB on the east side to put those salt bitches in the ground, understood?".

I noticed how close I was to him with my finger pointed to his chest reminding me that I talk with my hands and to recover my bearings.

I take a deep breath to myself then tell him 'Let's go' as we got in the whip and gave him the address as I made a call and thank God it went to voicemail.

"Hey Angelica, I know this is the worse way to tell you this but I know where your sister is...she's in the hospital, I need you to be with her until I can sort some things out. I love you and I'm sorry..."

I pressed the red button and placed my phone in the glove compartment but I guess my finger slipped because of my Bluetooth connection with the car and when music came on, I just said fuck it.

*Play music here*

We got closer to the destination and I gained a bit of comfort when I got proof of life and Man-Man loaded a piece in the passenger seat.

If I wasn't a bit anxious then I'd wonder how a sleazy cunt like Damien could even afford a cabin like this but unfortunately, I was so nauseous I just clutched my strap and tucked it as I got out of the car, leaving a timer set for the order, knowing I shouldn't need it.

I knock on the door like the police and see someone through the glass part of it.

As I walked in, a salt boy tried searching me till he was on the floor gasping for air, holding his throat.

"Y'know, with this many white jackets in here I woulda thought y'all were having a clan meeting".

There were eight salt boys in the room, not including Damien and the one who I punched on the way in.

"So how we gonna do this?". Damien came from atop the stairs, barely noticeable by the blinding light from the chandelier, making his way past the fireplace and behind a chair with a limp body wearing a potato bag over its head.

"You always thought you were better than me Nathan but that ends today, your gang, your life both coming to an end. I win, I'm better, now I can see the look on your face as you realize I BEAT YOU".

"Oh, my Gawd, shut da fuck up and give me my brother". As he took the bag off his head a few more SBs came from upstairs joining the salted peanut gallery.

"You Lost Boys were always a bunch of pussies but your brother surprisingly ain't one. He's alive, trust me but the boys and I thought we'd get him back for what he did to some of us".

I only have my switch in my pocket and a six-shot tucked so I gotta make each shot count. "Quit wasting my time, Damien. Give him to me and let me leave".

The six-foot bastard shook his head and sicked his bitches on me. "You lose, Pannel".

They came at me in a swarm as I removed my piece and went to work. Hitting the first, second, and third with the butt of the piece. Left and right they rushed at me like rabid dogs lunging to get put down.

I counted my shots as I let off three then threw the bodies going down in front of me at the crowd making my way inch by inch towards the back before SWAT kicked one in the chest and used them as a human shield against the one smart SB who brought a piece until the body got too close and they got two shots in their head.

I pressed my way through the swarm of mutts throwing one and another out of way and shooting Damien's arm before he got the chance to bring down a knife on Pete.

Since this pussy had never been shot before, he howled in pain, holding his arm against the cabin wall so I took advantage of this while the rest were either on the ground by bringing the bottom part of my piece across his face twice with all the strength, I had then lowered the hammer one more time pulling the trigger.

Click, Click, Click

"Y'know, I'm glad we were best friends as kids, or else you actually would have the balls to kill me". He laughed to himself as he spat up blood.

My eyes darted towards the burning fire next to us and I smiled before looking him in the eyes and baptizing him in fear. "Let's see if you're right".

I threw his bleeding body to the hardwood floor, swinging open the fire pit ready to throw his ass in there but he grabbed my leg begging me to stop before I tried shaking him off, and grabbed something from behind me and started beating him.

It was only after God knows how many swings that I recognized it was a poker so I eased my foot on his chest pointing the sharp bit at his bloodied body. "You lost".

Bringing it back after those words left my lips to bring it down on his heart.

"NATHAN WAIT!". Inches away from his chest, half a second later I would've speared him like a Spartan.

"12 is on its way, we gotta go, now...". My knuckles tightened around the pole until I dropped it in frustration.

Manuel untied Peter and lifted him up, carrying on his back and I could see just how badly he was beaten...his face was bruised blue and partially swollen. My rage returned and with what's going to happen next, I'm glad he's not awake to see this.

While they moved towards the door, I threw the end of the pole into the fire and dragged him closer to the fireplace before taking out the flame kissed poker and placing it on his chest, dragging it in a semi-circle then bringing it down before lifting it through his screams leaving the shape of a hook then dragging him up and close by the collar so he could hear.

"Don't fuck with the Lost Boys"