Page 27 of The Savage Outlaw

“Get that cunt the fuck out of here,” Cyrus yelled, referring to Angelica. “All fuckingdeeceeswake the fuck up, get dressed and get to work!”

Linc paused at Priest. “We have visitors on the way. Two minutes.”

“Who?” Priest asked.

Angelica continued to scratch and claw at Priest’s hand, wrist, and forearm as the supply of air to her body had officially been cut off due to Priest’s strength and anger.

“Dick,” Linc said.

“Fuck,” Priest growled.

He released his hold on his wife’s throat. She fell forward, coughing and gagging, landing against Priest’s body. He quickly shoved her back against the wall and then made a quick move for the clubhouse door, opening it.

“Get the fuck out right now,” Priest said. “I’ll be in touch with you at some point. You don’t belong here. If Cyrus gives the order, we will kill you.”

“You’re just a pet,” Angelica said, touching her throat. “I should divorce you and let yourPresidentfuck me. And marry me. I’d let him take my ass even. He has power. You don’t.”

Priest took a step toward his wife and she quickly hurried out of the clubhouse.

Priest stood outside, arms folded, blinking faster than he’d like to. Pain appeared at the back of his head once more, radiating out and around his skull. Like a glove. Tightening with each passing second. A few white spots appeared at his right peripheral vision. It seemed a little ironic that none of this happened when Eden was around. Priest told himself it must have been her advanced nursing skill.

But how?

Priest growled under his breath. He felt a little relief when his wife sped out of the compound lot in her probably rented luxury convertible car.

Not even five seconds went by before a large police SUV appeared.

“Fuck,” Priest said out loud.

Chief Dick Rundle was here.

Priest had a funny idea that the law enforcement figure wasn’t here to shake his hand and congratulate him on beating death.

“This piece of shit is not coming into the clubhouse,” Cyrus growled as he pushed by Linc and Priest.

Priest reached out and grabbed Cyrus’s shoulder. “I’m here now,Prez. This is my job. Remember?”

Cyrus nodded. “I can guess why he’s here. You haven’t been caught up to speed all that much yet, Priest. Fitz went on the attack and killed a detective. And some Russian guy was in the mix of it all too. Did you notice we’re missing a prospect?”

“Who?” Priest asked.

“Linc, tell him,” Cyrus said.

Cyrus walked to meet Chief Dick while Priest turned his attention to Linc.

“Bram is gone,” Linc said. “Got his head cut off. Tried to be a hero and got caught by the Russian mafia. It’s been messy around here, Priest.”

“Fuck,” Priest growled.

He thought about Eden again. All that time wasted messing around with her. When all this serious stuff was going on. Not to mention the fucking rat curled up in one of the garages, awaiting his time with Dr. Smile. Now Priest felt that raw anger in him once again.

He walked up to Cyrus and stood next to hisPresidentand folded his arms, staring daggers at Chief Dick. Inching closer to him. Ready to purposely walk right into theChief of Policeof Cielo. Daring that fucker to throw a set of cuffs onto his wrists.

“I see you’re back on your feet again,” Chief Dick said to Priest. “That’s a good thing. Was worried about you.”

“Fuck your worries,” Priest growled. “What are you doing here? Unannounced?”

“I made a call first. Step the fuck back, big boy. I’m not in the mood.”

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