Page 87 of The Savage Outlaw

The police officer who had been guarding outside the gate was now inside the gate, approaching Drix.

“Harrison,” Chief Dick yelled. “Leave him be. Pull the barbs out and we are out of here.”

“He pulled a gun on you, sir!”

“I gave a fucking order,” Chief Dick growled back. “One thing at time here.”

Drix felt his body start to return to normal.

When the police officer ripped the barbs from the taser out of his ass, he growled in pain.

As Drix sat up, he saw the other prospects standing there, gate open, letting the police take away Eden. And then carrying Priest out.

Drix climbed back to his feet and swayed a little before rushing toward the clubhouse. He ran inside, past the bar, to the nearest bathroom and threw up.

His nerves felt jittery.

Just got my ass tased,he thought.Literally.

His ass throbbed in pain from where the barbs cut through skin.

He grabbed the sink and looked at himself in the mirror.

“Fuck,” he growled.

The other prospects could have had his back out there. They could have warned him about another fucking police officer.

To make matters worse, Drix’s cell began to vibrate in his right front pocket.

He didn’t want to look.

But he had no choice.

Tick fucking tock… they’ll all know who are you soon enough. Wonder what they’ll do to you then?

A sudden heavy pounding on the door made Drix jump.

He spun around and hurried to put his phone away.

His heart raced even faster.

“I know you’re in there,kid!” Cyrus’s voice boomed. “Open the fucking door or I’m kicking it down!”

“Got it,Prez!” Drix yelled back, keeping his voice somewhat normal. He reached forward and opened the bathroom door. “Had to throw up. Never been tased before.”

Cyrus stared at him with deep, dark, evil eyes.

It wasn’t just Cyrus standing there either.

Linc, Slade, Darrow, Monte, and Dee all stood there, arms folded.

Behind the bar Muffin stood, but he didn’t have his normal towel thrown over his shoulder.

This time Muffin wore his leather cut and held a shotgun in his hands.

Drix blinked a few times and held himself as steady as possible.

He wasn’t sure what the club was really pissed about.

Pulling a gun on Chief Dick?

Getting tased in the ass?

Or…the other thing…

If it was aboutthe other thing, Drix knew one thing for sure.

He was just moments away from Muffin sticking that shotgun into his mouth and pulling the trigger.

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