Page 74 of The Savage Outlaw

“This is for all of us,” Custer said as he flicked the jar of moonshine.

“I’m not touching that shit,” Linc said. “We need to be clearheaded here. We know what’s at stake. We know what the right thing to do is. We already proxied our votes to Darrow. And he voted in honor of Priest.”

“And I still stand by that vote,” Darrow said.

“Custer?” Cyrus asked.

The old man rose up to his feet once again. He grabbed the old, leather sheath and walked his way around the table. Priest stood up and turned to face Custer. Custer handed off the leather sheath to Priest and then he went back to his spot.

Priest placed the leather sheath down on the table. He waited for Cyrus to give the command.

“The vote isn’t changing,” Cyrus said. “Dr. Smileis here.”

Priest curled his lip and touched the leather sheath. Slowly and carefully, he pulled out a brilliantly shined up knife. The knife belonged to Johnny Cutter. The man who madeSOFRAWa thing. The man who had a vision and put purpose to that vision.

Johnny Cutter’s knife could be considered a relic. The knife had settled manyissuesin and out of the club. Priest held up the knife with a white knuckle fist wrapped around the end of it. There was nothing else for Priest to say.

He felt a throbbing pain in the back of his head. He blinked a few times as those white, snowy spots appeared at the sides of his eyes. A reminder of why he held the knife.

He tried to kill me. He left me for dead. He was a rat.

“Priest?” Cyrus asked.

All Priest did was nod and everyone at the table stood up. Priest sheathed the knife and turned toward the door, exiting first.

Everyone in the clubhouse stopped what they were doing and faced toward Priest and the others as they walked out of the room.

When Eden saw the look on Priest’s face, chills attacked her entire body. She hurried to stand up. Her hands started to shake. Her knees wobbled. The look…

As Priest started to walk by her, he paused for a moment.

“You need to leave,” he whispered to her. “You don’t need to see this or be part of this.”

With that said, Priest led the way from the clubhouse, the rest of the outlaws following him. Eden stood in place and waited for the door to close before she looked at Mara. Poor Mara blinked a few times and tears ran down her cheeks.

Whatever was going on… it was intense. And it wasn’t good. Priest didn’t want Eden around for this part. Eden had only one question in her mind.

What is about to happen to Priest…?

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Dr. Smile

The door was shut and locked. Only table members were allowed. Cyrus, Linc, Slade, Darrow, Custer, Monte, Deed, and Priest. There should have been three more.

In some way, Fitz was getting off easy. Fitz was on the ground, curled up, half naked, looking already half dead. His bloodshot eyes looked up at Priest and he started to shake his head.

“Please,” he whispered. “Just fucking kill me.”

“Chain him up,” Priest called out. “It’s time for the doctor to operate.”

“No,” Fitz said. “No!”

He kicked at Priest. Priest lifted his right foot and stomped down on Fitz’s left ankle. He felt the bones crack and shatter like a bag of potato chips. Fitz started to scream.

“Good,” Priest said. “Scream as loud as you fucking can.”

Darrow and Linc picked Fitz up, chained his wrists and threw the chains over a pipe, hanging him from it. Monte then stripped the rest of Fitz’s clothes off.

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