Give Me Grace (Devil's Right Hand MC #5)

Chapter 1

Blade's POV
Present Day, July 31st, 2022

"Please, stop," the grown man whimpers as blood drips from his mouth. One of his back molars bounces off the ground as I ready my pliers  to take another prisoner.

"You got a whole lot more teeth in this good for nothing head," I growl as my fingers dig into his jaw, forcing it open. "Tell me what I want to know, and it'll be over a lot faster."

We both know he isn't leaving my shop. The second he agreed to work for Riccardo, the man who kidnapped and tried to sex traffic my daughter, he signed his death warrant. Nobody, and I mean nobody, connected to Riccardo will be breathing by the time I'm done.

Though at a time like this it is easy to get lost in the moment- in the hatred I feel for this creature in front of me- I have to focus on the facts. As president, I have to be the rational one. The one who never looses their cool. The one who is always thinking ten steps ahead. Which is why I let go of his jaw and take the time to clean my pliers. Blood is gushing from his face and if I keep going, he will pass out before he can answer my questions. He's no good to me unconscious.

"Come on, Jose, just tell me what you know," I prompt as I pick up a pair of sharpened garden sheers.

Sure, he can't lose anymore blood right now, but I can still scare the shit out of him. The ability to cause fear is my greatest advantage in this life. I have no doubt it's the reason I'm in this position. That ability is how I will finally get justice for my child.

"I...... I... don't..." The man stutters as he stops to spit blood out of his mouth. "I don't know where Riccardo is."

This I don't doubt. The man in my shop is Jose Gracia, a 22 year old wanna be gang banger who sells heroin for Riccardo. Bear, our club hacker, found proof that Jose has been used as a guard dog at what we now know is Riccardo's brothel. So, no matter how small, Jose has a connection to the sex trafficking ring. He has a name, one single name, that will get me another step up the ladder. Then that person will have a name. And the next. And the next. Until finally a name leads me to Riccardo.

I don't care if I have to turn over every fucking rock in Georgia, every person connected to this ring will be shaking hands with Satan very soon.

Involuntarily, images of my baby girl screaming in pain as we held her arms down to stop her from scratching to the bone flash through my mind. Not only did those sons of bitches kidnap her with the intention to traffic her, but they shot her up with heroin, as well. Now, my beautiful, smart, amazing daughter has to fight the memories of her time there as well as the demons of addiction. This is a battle she'll have to fight for the rest of her life.

A battle she caused.

I verbally growl at the thought as I push it away. I can't think about that, or the she that dare enter my mind. For the first time in twenty years, she isn't my priority. Now, Chrissy and my men have to be my top priority. They're lives are all on the line now.

"Do you know who I am?" I ask Jose after a moment of terrifying silence.

Slowly, his head moves up and down as he tries to speak. "Y-y-y-yes. We all do."

A grin spreads across my face as I twirl a sharpened knife between my fingers. "So you know what I can do with this?" I gesture to the blade in my hand. I didn't get my road name for no reason.

Jose doesn't verbally respond, but palpable fear radiates off his body and he screws his eyes shut in anticipation.

"Answer when I speak to you," I bark.

"Y-y-y-es, sir," he croaks.

"Good," I nod. "So they know I'm coming for them."

If Riccardo knows we are coming after his organization, better yet, if he knows why, then he will try to come after us first. And when he does, we'll be ready.