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“I know it might seem lenient, but Grim and I have decided that it was an accident. You were truthful during the questioning, and you've already suffered physically from Jigsaw's lashing. That should be enough punishment for you.”
“Riddick.” I turned to my Enforcer, who was visibly angry. “I need you to do me a favor. Ms. Solano is waiting for you.”
“Yes, Prez.” He begrudgingly got up, and Snare jumped out of his seat.
“Where are you taking her?”
“As far away from here as possible. You’re welcome to join her.”
“This is bullshit and you know it, Jameson.” Ripper’s voice came through.
“You can curse me as much as you want, but I’m not going to take his life. I don’t run my club with fear and blood, not unless it’s necessary. Remember that Ripper, the next time you decide to keep that tone with me. Besides, you’re not out of the woods yet.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“I’ll get to that in a second. As of now, Snare is no longer a member of the Royal Bastards. He’s free to choose his own path,” I said, before locking eyes with him. “But if he does decide to stay, he’ll always be on the run from us.”
Riddick nudged Snare and they both turned to leave. “Come on, brother.”
But before closing the door, Snare turned to us. He looked around the room, and then lowered his gaze.
“For what it’s worth, I never had loyalty like this. It was an honor being here and fighting alongside all of you.”
The room erupted in a murmur as members shouted out their take cares and wishes for his luck. Once the door closed, I turned to the next order of business.
“Now that we've shut that down, we've got a situation,” I said, glancing at Macabre, who had brought the issue to light. “Ripper, I suggest you stay on the line for this.”
“Okay,” he replied quietly.
Regarding your earlier question, it seems that there may be moles within our chapters. After looking into Guardrail, it appears that he might have been one of them.”
“What?” He questioned.
“That’s impossible,” Colt exclaimed from the back of the room. I narrowed my eyes at him.
“I don't know, Colt. Maybe you can enlighten us.”
“I don't know what you're talking about.”
“You a part of Rancid's men, right?” My tone took on a sarcastic note as I questioned him.
“I already told you, I only did it to save those I could.”
“And you nearly killed me in the process. We all know the story.”
“I never wanted you dead.”
“Could have fooled me,” I retorted.
“What the hell are you getting at?” Colt demanded.
“Your boy, Rancid, left his mark on this club and brought in trash from all over. Now, we have to empty out the garbage.”
“He's not my boy.”
“Yo think I give a shit!” I slammed my hand on the table. “I don't care what he was to you.”
“Well, he sure as hell wasn't my boy, my brother… he was a piece of shit murderer! How else do you want me to prove this to you?”
