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I heard Agent Cuntface approach my cell three minutes ago. If this is the only bullshit he has, he’s in for a long wait if he thinks goading will get a reaction from me.
“Clubs I’ve worked on before have been known to camp outside the station for one of their brothers, yet there’s no one out there for you.”
I keep my back to him, focusing on the chipped paint.
“It seems while you’re about to be shipped off out of state, your brothers are partying it up.”
Again, I don’t give him a reaction.
When he realises he’s not getting anything out of me, he huffs in annoyance. “We leave in five minutes.”
The minutes drag by, and I continue to shut down. Nothing will get to me, and it’ll be a cold day in Hell before I let a fed be the one who does. I know the system. You never win against it, and trying to only gets you forced down even deeper.
The sound of the iron bars opening has me inhaling deeply. Standing, I hold my hands behind my back. They go through the motions of cuffing my wrists to the chain attached to cuffs around my ankles. I’m an old man chained up like an animal, but two cops still take an arm each as I shuffle out behind the agents as if they believe I’m going to attempt an escape.
The cop van is parked as close to the back door as is possible, and I breathe in the fresh air before I’m shoved into the back. Climbing in behind me, a cop connects my chain to the lock welded into the van’s floorboard.
“Make yourself comfortable. You’re in for a long ride.”
I watch him take a seat on the other side of the van. The fucker isn’t getting shit from me, not even sarcasm.
No fucker will ever know what I don’t what them to know.
* * *
Three hours into the journey, and I could do with a piss. I won’t ask for a piss stop, though, knowing the assholes would carry on driving just to fuck with me.
Every now and then, one of the agents looks back at me, sees I’m still here, and goes back to their conversation.
Mentally preparing for the next stage of my life, the feds conversation is cut off when the roar of a high-powered engine grows louder the closer it gets to us.
“Oh shit!” Agent Fuckhead gasps.
I can’t see shit from back here. I have no idea what’s going on, but whatever it is, it’s got the feds full attention.
“Pull over to the side!” Agent Cuntface barks.
“What side? We’ll crash into the trees!”
Before I can think too much about it, I’m jolted along the bench, the cuffs biting into my wrists. Someone’s fucking rammed into us. Another crash into us has my head banging against the metal side of the van as it rolls off the road. I’m tossed around like a rag doll, battered by the confines of the small space and the chains not letting me go far. I roar in pain when my shoulder pops out of its socket.
Everything around me is hazy, and I struggle to blink to clear my sight. Gunfire pops off around me, and then the back doors are opening. I can’t see them clearly, but figures dressed in black, their faces covered in ski masks, crawl into the van, one reaching back for something. Not a word is said, but even hidden, I know these men aren’t my brothers. After being in the club all these years, I can tell my brothers apart from just how they move.
“Don’t make a move, or I’ll blow your fucking head off.”
While the masked man to my side uses the bolt cutters to free me from the shackles, another masked man is holding a gun to the driver’s head.
“He pays for the crimes against my employer first. If there’s anything left of him, we’ll let you know where to find the pieces.”
What the fuck?
His employer?
My crimes against him?
The snap of metal brings everything into focus around me, and then someone is dragging me by my ankle while another masked man holds the door open. Once I’m hauled to my feet, I barely have time to bow my head before stepping out onto the road.
“Move. Move. Move!”
