Page 80 of Taming the Demon

“Jesus Christ,” Slade said.

“Okay, enough of that shit,” Cyrus said. He looked at Darrow. “It’s fine, Darrow. Shit happens. This club needs to come together and rebuild a little bit. There are fights out there, brother.SS13.Rattlers.Yellow bunnyon the streets. The way I see it, Mara wears your ink and is carrying your baby. What the fuck else is there to care about? Agreed?”

Everyone at the table agreed. They all sat back down. Darrow swallowed hard once again. He looked at theSOFRAWlogo in the middle of the table. Burned into the table. A mission. A legacy. A purpose. A world on the outskirts of society. Where laws and lawlessness fully came together to form its own brand of justice as needed.

“I have your votes,” Darrow said. “I appreciate you all doing that for me. For Mara. For our baby. I have to take that away though. I can’t bring my personal life to this table. It doesn’t work that way. Here’s what I do know, brothers. We have a rat inour club. A rat at our fucking table. A rat who wanted to give us all up. A rat who got caught and then attacked another brother. Put him in a coma. If that doesn’t warrant a visit fromDr. Smilethen I don’t know what does. My vote and all the votes given to me…yay.”

All eyes went to Cyrus. He was the final vote. The final say. He thought about it for a minute. Right now he could just simply votenayand then go out to the old office and put a bullet in Fitz’s head. Just end it. That wouldn’t send a message. Cyrus nodded. He grabbed the gavel and held it up.

“We’re calling inDr. Smile,” the President ofSins of Fire Real Anarchy Westsaid.

He slammed the gavel down and all the guys stood up. They all looked around at each other.

Dr. Smile… was on the way…

Before another word was spoken, someone knocked at the door. Cyrus curled his lip and nodded at Monte. He opened the door.

“I’m sorry,” Virus said, standing outside prayer, showing his hands. “I’ll take whatever beating I deserve for this, but it’s worth it. The phone has been ringing like crazy.”

“About what?” Linc yelled.

Virus grinned.“Priest woke up from his coma.”

There was no stopping the crowd of bikers from entering the hospital room. The nurses yelled. The doctors yelled. They called in security to try and stop them, but that did nothing. Virus picked up one of the security guards and launched him down the hallway like a football. Soon they were piled into the hospital room.

“Holy fucking shit,” Cyrus said, feeling like a kid on Christmas morning.

Priest was slightly sat up, his eyes open though. Blinking a little fast. Looking around. Completely disoriented.

“Priest,” Linc said. “You fucking wild man.”

“Someone get him a cunt to lick,” Slade said. “He needs his elixir.”

Darrow stepped closer to the bed. “Hey, brother, we got him. We got the rat. He’s chained up and waiting. We took a vote.Dr. Smile.”

Priest’s eyes grew wide. He then smiled and started to nod.

“He’s really here,” Monte said. “Holy shit. He’s back from the dead!”

The outlaws all started to cheer for Priest. Once again doctors and nurses started to yell. More security began to push their way into the hospital room. This time they had police officers too.

In a matter of seconds, there was pushing, shoving, and Dolph was placed under arrest. That was followed by Custer and then Monte.

Cyrus cracked up laughing. “We’re getting arrested for celebrating our brother waking up from a fucking coma?”

“This is a medical setting! You can’t be in here like this! This is not safe!”

They all kept celebrating until one by one they were all put in handcuffs and led from the room. Cyrus was the last to get cuffs slapped onto his wrists.

He looked at Priest and nodded. “Welcome back to this side of hell, brother.”

“Prez,” Priest’s weak voice said.

“He’s talking to me,” Cyrus growled at the officer. “Let me talk to him.”

Cyrus threw a shoulder and knocked the officer away. He turned and looked at Priest again.

“What is it, brother?” Cyrus asked.

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