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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
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Chapter 341 Woof! Woof! Chucky Got Grabbed
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Chucky was a bookkeeper and amateur criminal. He'd stolen some money here and there from his jobs and done a little insurance fraud. Nothing big, but still enough that the law took a dim view of his activities and put him in prison.
He got a lucky break when he got Otto for a cellie. They were each quirky, but somehow their quirkiness worked together. As a small man, Chucky needed protection and Otto liked to fight. It was a perfect fit.
When Chucky got out of prison, he got a job helping TM with the bookkeeping and doing any odd jobs they needed done. They weren't worried that he would steal from them. Friendship with Otto aside, you don't steal from SAMCRO without paying the price and it might be death. That was all the incentive he needed to stay honest.
Some people liked him and some loathed him. It had been like that as far back as he could remember. He was still trying to find himself. Lately, he liked pretending he was a Boston black and white terrier. That's why he was wearing black pants and white shirts almost exclusively.
He poured his coffee into a bowl and lapped it up before putting on his black leather collar and trotting around the neighborhood on his morning walk. He longed for the day when he would find a woman who would walk him on a leash.
As much as he liked living in Charming, he doubted he would find a woman who would participate in his dog life. He would probably have to move to San Francisco to find someone, but the city was too expensive for him to live in. Being a criminal bookkeeper kept the job offers from flooding in.
He was looking forward to lapping up a small bowl of orange juice before heading to TM. Just as he unlocked his door, a black hood was dropped over his head and he was shoved inside his apartment.
"Leave the bag over your head or I'll have to kill you if you see me."
The voice sounded strange. It reminded him of the voice changer the killer used in the Scream movies. Despite the voice changer, Chucky believed this person was male.
"Woof!" Chucky said. When he got stressed, the dog side of him came out.
"Tell me what you know about the Sons business deals."
"TM," he said. He made a couple of nervous dog yips. "It just fixes cars and motorcycles."
"Tell me about their other business."
"That's all I know."
Chucky crashed to the floor. His legs had been kicked out from under him. He whined and rubbed his knees.
"I want to know about the guns."
"I don't . . ."
A kick to the ribs encouraged Chucky to talk. All he could do was whine loudly and curl into a ball.
"What the hell is with the whining?"
"You hurt me."
"I'm going to do more than hurt you if you don't tell what I want to know. The Sons run guns. Where is the warehouse?"
Another kick to the ribs caused more whining from Chucky.
"Why do you keep whining?" the man yelled.
"When I'm upset I go to my happy dog place."
That reply earned him a kick to the back.
"What do you know about Jax Teller?"
"He works at TM."
"What else?"
"That's all I know," Chucky said.
He whimpered as he took three more kicks to the back each one harder than the last.
"I know where you live. The next time I come back you better have some information for me," the man said.
He kicked Chucky in the back and finished the beating with a foot stomp to the head.
Chucky whimpered a couple of times before passing out.