Behind Blue Eyes

by Jordan Abbott

  “WHY?” The girl began to shriek at the top of her lungs. “You didn’t have to kill him!”

  It felt rehearsed. That was the first thought that went through Nuke’s mind. His second thought was that he better get the hell out of there.

  She raced down the stairs and toward him. She lunged forward and scratched the side of his face with her perfectly manicured nails. Blood began to seep from his wound. Nuke threw her off of him. He tossed her back so hard that she hit the floor with a loud thud. “GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!” Nuke yelled at her as he backed away.

  “You didn’t have to kill him!” Her cries were shrill.

  “FUCK!” Nuke grunted as the realization of the mess he was in hit him like a ton of bricks.

  “Why did you kill my father?” she cried between fake sobs. “DON’T KILL ME! PLEASE DON’T KILL ME!” She got up from the floor and raced to the front door.

  “You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Nuke said as he battled with disbelief. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Nuke looked down at his own blood dripping onto his leather. She’d got him good. His DNA was deeply embedded underneath her nails.

  “Take it, take anything you want!” the girl yelled as she raced out and collapsed onto the front yard. “SOMEONE HELP ME! HE KILLED MY FATHER!”

  “Jesus!” Nuke turned and headed out the way he came in. “I can’t be here.” He said to himself. A convicted felon, with defense wounds, at a murder scene. “I can’t fucking be here!”

  The girl’s sobs grew louder as Nuke raced back to his truck. Everything that had happened since Holden had arrived replayed in his mind as the rain soaked his clothing. ‘I don’t know how that man is still breathing’ Medic had said. ‘The bullet passed right through him, missing all of his vital organs.’

  “SOMEONE STOP HIM! HE KILLED MY FATHER!”

  ‘The dogs appeared to be drugged.’

  “SHIT!” Nuke screamed.

  ‘I know that you deal with men like Kordell all of the time. Go to his house and reason with him!’ Holden’s words flashed in his mind.

  “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”

  Nuke cursed. He saw a man running fast toward him just as he reached his truck. Neighbors were now standing in their manicured yards, gawking at him. Just his bad luck, a cop raced from one of the houses. He was flashing his badge and pointing a gun at him. The familiar ‘Get down on the ground!’ rang out in the night. As Nuke assumed the position, Jasmine flashed through his mind, and he had a feeling he wasn’t going to make it home tonight or any night for a while.

  ***

  The rain was no more than a drizzle now. He had ignored the warning signs and his gut instincts; now everything was fucked.

  He’d never gotten used to the feeling of being handcuffed. It wasn’t just the pinching feeling or the pain that radiated through his shoulders and arms as they were pinned behind him. It was the weird feeling that he got when he couldn’t move his hands and arms. It threw him off balance, sent a feeling of dread to the pit of his stomach, where it coiled there like an angry snake.

  He smiled for a moment. It was for that reason that he respected Jasmine and her trust in him. He cuffed her, tied her up with rope, and bound her with many household items even. Still she could handle it. There was not a submissive enough bone in his body to ever be able to handle not moving his limbs when he wanted to. His brief smile disappeared when the detective walked toward him. There was no doubt in Nuke’s mind that he could snap the scrawny detective now standing in front of him like a twig.

  When the police saw his cut and ran his name through the computer, Mr. Big Shot detective had him removed from the backseat of the police vehicle and now he was sitting down in the soggy grass like an animal. The detective had a big evil grin on his face and he was looking down at Nuke with his own set of piercing blue eyes. Nuke knew that look; the detective thought he was a piece of shit stuck to the bottom of his shoe.

  “I’ve already talked with the girl. Now why don’t you tell me your version of why you’re here?”

  Nuke glanced at the watch on the cop’s bony wrist; it would be dawn soon. They’d taken his phone away and it was on top of the truck along with his keys, his wallet and the gloves he’d been wearing. It had long since stopped vibrating and ringing. He had two regrets, one that he hadn’t killed Holden when he showed up and the other was the pain he knew that Jasmine was about to go through with him being locked up. He didn’t bother answering the question that was addressed to him. He was too busy imagining ways to kill his brother.

  “It’s not wise to remain so tight-lipped. Especially when that poor girl over there is talking her head off. She’s telling that uniform officer how the outlaw biker just killed her daddy! You sure you got nothing to say?”

  Nuke kept his mouth shut.

  “She fought you off. Got you good there, didn’t she?” The detective took out a tiny flashlight from his pocket and shined it on the scratches, then into Nuke’s domineering blue eyes. “I bet you planned on violating her. That’s what your kind does. You use and abuse helpless women. You didn’t count on her fighting back, did you?”

  Nuke remained silent.

  “Why did you kill him? Was he defending his daughter? Is that why you stabbed that poor man to death? We found the knife. Not very good at hiding anything, are you?”

  “I want my lawyer!” Nuke finally spoke.

  “I hope you don’t have plans for the next fifty-plus years, biker boy, because you got sloppy.”

  “I want my lawyer, detective…?”

  “Detective Lauer,” he replied. “How did you know the victim and his daughter?”

  Nuke went back to being silent.

  “There are drugs in the house. I suppose you don’t know about that either?”

  Nuke still didn’t answer but he was intrigued by that piece of information.

  “You’re only making this hard on yourself, biker boy!”

  Nuke bit down on the inside of his jaw with enough force the he drew blood. At that moment the only thing in the world he wanted to do was punch Detective Lauer in the face and knock his damn lights out for calling him biker boy.

  Detective Lauer bent down even farther. He leaned forward until he was inches away from Nuke’s face. It was a brave move for a little man. Handcuffed or not, he could still kick his ass. “I read your rap sheet, Jason Stuart. I don’t like you.”

  “Don’t feel bad. A lot of people don’t like me,” Nuke said as he cracked a smile and winked at him.

  “I’m personally going to make sure that you get thrown so far into the hole, you won’t remember what daylight is!”

  “You do know that solitary confinement isn’t truly a hole? That’s just an expression. Back in the day you could throw a prisoner in a hole but us criminals got rights now,” Nuke said and grinned again.

  “Fuck you, Stuart.”

  “You should keep your sexual fantasies about me to yourself,” Nuke shot back.

  Detective Lauer stood back up and motioned to one of the patrolmen. “Take this piece of shit downtown, and don’t worry, biker boy. I’m going to make sure the ATF, DEA and any other three-letter government agency is aware that we got us a Hells Vipers on a first-degree murder charge and attempted sexual assault.”

  Chapter Eight

  Waterfalls

  Pipe was impressed by how well Jasmine was holding it together, but she still appeared tired and had lost some weight since the last time he saw her a week ago.

  “Hey,” she said, hugging him as she let Pipe in and closed the front door behind him.

  “You doing okay, Harley Quinn?” he asked with a wink.

  “Yeah, I’m alright. Can I get you anything to drink? I got some stuff in the cooler.”

  “No, no, I’m good,” Pipe replied with a smile.

  “Have you heard any news? The lawyer, he’s dodging me. I’m getting on his nerves, I think. I left him several messages yesterday and he hasn’t called me back.” The stress of not knowing was sho
wing on Jasmine’s face.

  “No, sweetie, but I know he’s working on things. Nuke will be out before you know it.”

  “So everyone keeps telling me. It’s been a while already.”

  Pipe looked around the trailer. Each time he came over, more items were missing. The trailer was becoming extremely bare. He reached out and touched her hand. “Are you alright? Do you need money?” He always asked and she always said no. This time was no different but if he came here again in a few days and more things were gone, she was going to take some money from him whether she liked it or not.

  “I’m good. Thanks for asking. Since I can’t get in contact with the lawyer, I have something for Mitch. I was going to go by the clubhouse later on this evening but since you’re here, can you take it to him for me, please?”

  “Sure.”

  Jasmine smiled and said, “Thank you.” She turned and headed toward the bedroom.

  Pipe took a seat at the kitchen table. The refrigerator, stove, the flat-screen, all gone since his last visit. It hadn’t clicked in his head until now that she’d said she had some drinks in the cooler, which he noticed was placed on the kitchen counter.

  He knew she didn’t have her laptop anymore, either. He frowned; this wasn’t right. Jasmine kept things to herself just like Nuke. They were two peas in a pod.

  Jasmine came back into the room and plopped a duffle bag down onto the kitchen table. She let out a deep sigh before she began to speak. “I want my husband out. Like I said, the lawyer is getting sick of talking to me. I need you, Mitch or someone to talk with him for me. I have fifty-five thousand here. I need him out, Pipe! Use it how you see fit to help get that done. Get a new lawyer if need be! Pay people off. I’ll try and get more if this isn’t enough.”

  “What the fuck are you doing, Jasmine?” Pipe yelled as he stood up from the table. He screamed at her so loud that she jumped and took a step away from him. “Where in the hell did you get this money from?”

  “I sold some things and used the savings we had.”

  “Jasmine! The murder charge, all the charges, are null and void. The state charges were dropped. It’s the feds that are looking for something else to try and nail him on now. I know it feels like forever. You have to understand. The state had him, now the feds have him. That’s two different entities. The lawyer is dealing with the feds for us. He’s done it plenty of times, and he’s good at his job. You need to be patient. Nuke can do this time standing on one leg with his eyes closed. They can’t hold him forever. It’s government bullshit.”

  “I know. I Googled it,” she said and forced a laugh. “I didn’t know before that the feds could hold you without charging you. It seems unconstitutional.”

  “Yeah, it is. Its things like this that people tend to ignore about the government until it has an impact on their lives.”

  “Pipe, the last time I spoke to him, he said they were talking about moving him to general population. He thinks it’s some kind of ploy because no one is there to have his back. They want to try and scare him into confessing something. I know how things work. You have to get with your own kind, right?”

  “Yes,” Pipe said quietly. “It helps, but…”

  “You and I both know that Nuke is not going to hang with the Aryans and they sure as hell aren’t going to have his back now that he’s with me. This world we live in, it’s small, everyone knows about Nuke and I. I’m scared he’s going to be killed inside of those concrete walls. He’s a Hells Vipers with no club to back him. He’s alone in there.”

  “I know it’s hard for you to handle. It’s always hard on the women when we get locked down. You’ll get accustomed to it.”

  Jasmine scrunched up her brow. “You’re not listening to me. This isn’t just because I miss him. I fear for his safety!”

  Pipe looked in the duffle bag. He shook his head with a deep sigh. “Nuke is important to all of us. You have to trust in the club. We’ll do what has to be done to get him released and keep him safe while he’s inside. We’re getting money together, too… but this will help out a lot.”

  “I trust all of you, but we need to get him out as soon as possible or at least buy his safety. The threat of not having someone to watch his back is very real and the longer he’s in there, the odds increase that he’ll get into trouble. With Nuke’s record, if he gets convicted on some minor charge, he’ll do hard time.”

  Pipe nodded in agreement. Jasmine had caught on quick to their lifestyle and how things went down. “Just be patient, Jasmine, and remember you’re not alone in this. Does Nuke know?”

  “Does Nuke know what?” Jasmine asked as she sat down at the table.

  “Does he know that you’re selling off practically everything you both own? That you’re living like you don’t have a dime and you have fifty-five grand in a duffle bag? Does he know you’re giving up everything for him? Does he realize what a good woman he has?” The last thing he said out of envy. He already knew the answer.

  “I don’t want him to worry about what’s going on here. He’s got enough on his plate, plus I’m sure as hell not going to tell him about this,” Jasmine said as she held up her left hand to show him that her wedding ring was missing.

  “Jasmine! He’s going to lose his fucking mind when he finds out about your ring. I don’t think you realize what that symbolizes for him.”

  “I do know what it means to him and me both.”

  Pipe shook his head. “No, sweetie, I don’t think you do. Nuke, the man who doesn’t talk much, he wouldn’t shut the fuck up about that ring when it was being made for you. Jasmine, you have to get it back! Take the money!” he said and pushed the duffle bag toward her as he shook his head.

  “Pipe stop, please! I feel bad enough.” Jasmine pushed the bag back.

  “I know he loves you, but trust me, baby girl, you don’t want to let him see you without that ring on. You’re his territory. That’s his fucking mark on you, more than that property tattoo. Unlike a lot of men, I’ll be the first to admit to it, that ring means something to him. It’s his fucking collar on you. No offense, but you’re his bitch and that’s his leash! Without it, he’s going to read more into it than you trying to raise money for his release and safety. Nuke’s mind will immediately go to the dark stuff and that won’t be good for you.”

  Jasmine shook her head with a sigh. “I sold the bike he got me, too. I know he’ll be upset about the ring, but I didn’t know what else to sell. That motorcycle brought the most money. That and my wedding ring.” Jasmine traced a line on the kitchen table with her finger. “I thought about selling the trailer but he needs a place to come home to when he gets out. The more money you have, the more people listen and things move faster. If it’s not enough, I’ll find a way to get more money. I know he’ll be upset but he’ll get over me selling the ring and the bike.” She looked down at her bare finger.

  “Jasmine,” Pipe said as he let out another deep sigh. “JASMINE,” he raised his voice and she looked up at him. He needed her full attention. “It’s the ring, not the bike, you need to worry about. Trust me on this! I know him. I’ve known him longer than you. I know you’re his wife and it’s a different kind of relationship but you have to believe me, I FUCKING KNOW HIM. He’s going to lose his damn mind about that wedding ring. Do what you need to do to get it back.” He pushed the bag closer to her.

  “I can’t,” she said and shook her head. She looked at him with despair in her eyes. “This is so hard,” she said quietly.

  He could tell that she was fighting hard not to cry. He pulled her up to him and held her tight. His feeling for Jasmine always teetered between brotherly and lust. At the moment he felt like her brother. He knew that she needed to let go and cry, which she finally did.

  She sobbed onto his shirt until it was soaking wet and her body began to tremble. He feared that her knees were going to go weak. He held onto her even tighter.

  “You’re a good woman, Jasmine, but I need you to listen to me and liste
n to me good.” He half-heartedly pulled back and stared down into her anguish-ridden face. “You have to think ahead. You can’t spend every dime you have on getting him out of jail. If the feds find something to charge him with, you’re going need money for a trial.”

  Jasmine sniffed but nodded her head in agreement as she gathered her composure. “We have a nurse that’s leaving the clinic. I’m going to see if they’ll let me come back full-time. I just need him out, Pipe. I’ll… do what I need to do to get more money. Hell, I even though about seeing if I could work at Club Throttle. Do you think Mitch would let me? Not that I could spin my huge ass around on a pole,” Jasmine said and forced a crying laugh. “I could waitress or something. Become a webcam girl, I don’t know.” She forced another laugh. “They do that now, right, upstairs in the rooms over the strip club?”

  “Yeah, they do. No disrespect, but have you lost your fucking mind? Don’t even think about doing that. Nuke might read your thoughts or something. You two have that bizarre connection stuff going on! You know he wouldn’t let you do that!”

  “It’s just a thought,” Jasmine said quietly. “I mean I get it, I’m not Club Throttle material.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me, Harley Quinn?” You’d clean up if you worked there.” He looked her up and down and he had to stop himself from being inappropriate. “The Joker loves you! Just relax for a minute; chill and keep your ass covered! You got a great ass, by the way, and don’t you dare fucking tell Nuke I said that,” Pipe laughed. “I’d have to sleep with one eye open for the rest of my life! Which wouldn’t be a long life!”

  Jasmine giggled as she dried her tears with her shirt sleeve.

  “Everyone knows that Nuke is…special,” Pipe chuckled.