Page 3 of Taming the Demon

Bram drove the van they threw the guy into.

Back at the clubhouse, they took the guy into the garage. That’s where Cyrus paced back and forth like a lion waiting for his prey. All this gritty, dirty shit was normally Priest’s job. Slade took the reigns as he tied the driver’s wrists with rope. He then whistled for Darrow to get the chains ready.

Hesitation filled Darrow’s eyes, but today was not the day to push back against anything Cyrus wanted. Custer wandered into the garage, lit up a cigarette and dragged a chair across the floor. He plopped down and rested his elbows on his knees and groaned.

“What did this fuck do?” Custer asked.

“Pulled a gun on our President,” Slade said. “You believe that? Like some fucking tough guy. Look at the tough guy now.”

The driver of the car was tied up and hanging from chains, his mouth gagged, tears running down his cheeks. Cyrus continued to pace. He looked at the floor. His head sometimes twitched. He mumbled words but never loud enough for anyone else to hear.

Slade hated the idea of taking the role that Priest would play. In his mind he screamed,Where the fuck is the VP?!Ironic enough that was the exact second Linc entered the garage. He scanned the scene and shook his head.

“Got something you want to say,VP?” Cyrus asked without looking back.

“Nothing you don’t want to hear,” Linc said. “Do we need a crowd for this?”

“This piece of shit pulled a gun on Cyrus,” Slade said as he stepped toward Linc.

“That’s legit?” Linc asked.

Slade nodded. “Saw it with my own two eyes. Monte and I and some prospects chased this guy down. Driving a customized, fancy car, thinking he’s hot shit. Now he’s chained up.” Slade got even closer to Linc, so he could whisper, “Let him have this one.”

“He’s going to bury this club,” Linc whispered back.

As far as Linc was concerned, there was a good way and a bad way to handle things like this. Linc appreciated the violence as much as the next person. Hell, if someone even looked at Nova the wrong way, he’d certainly break their jaw. So why was this so different?

We have a guy in a coma and another guy out there on the run as a rat, Linc thought to himself.

He left the garage. Slade swallowed hard and look at Darrow. The two shared a silent exchange. This was indeed the outlaw life. Justice came in many forms and justice did not always meanfair. Darrow felt his stomach flip a few times. It went well beyond the scene in front of him. Well… beyond…

“Fuck this,” Darrow whispered to himself.

He hurried and found a large wrench. Without a word and without warning, Darrow walked up to the chained up driver and grasped the end of the wrench in his hand. He knew better than to knock the guy out or kill him. This was Cyrus’s prey to play with. Darrow just needed a sense of…

I don’t even know what the fuck I’m doing, Darrow thought to himself.

He brought the end of the wrench down to the guy’s nose, hitting directly at the middle of the bridge, ensuring an awful crackling sound, apop, and then blood squirting everywhere.

Darrow then pulled the gag out of the guy’s mouth to make sure he could still breath. That’s when Darrow turned and reached out to Cyrus, bloody wrench and hand, and nodded.

“Nobody pulls a gun on my President,” Darrow said. “Ever.”

Cyrus took the wrench and Darrow left the garage. As the door shut, Cyrus began to swing the wrench. The chained up driver screamed. Nobody but the outlaws would hear him. And nobody at all would care.

Darrow walked by Linc, who just stood in the middle of the lot, deep in thought.

“Call the fucking doctor to come fix him,” Darrow spat at Linc, referring to Dr. Hazel.

Jess.

Her father being the legendary Johnny Cutter, the man who foundedSOFRAW.

“Watch your fucking tongue, Darrow,” Linc warned.

Darrow looked back and without realizing how juvenile it would appear, he stuck his tongue out at Linc. From the outside, it looked a little funny. From the inside… the reality…

SOFRAW was literally falling apart.

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