Page 20 of Stranger Gifts

“I had no choices,” he said slamming his hand on the table. “None! He owns everyone. The mayor, the police, the feds, he owns them all!”

“He doesn’t own everyone,” said Gaspar. “He damn sure doesn’t own us.” Bolchek shook his head.

“I have no idea what just happened back there but he will come for me and for my daughter again.”

“He won’t get to either of you,” said Ian. “If you’ll cooperate with our legal team, we’ll protect you both until this is over.”

“You don’t get it. It will never be over. He. Owns. Everyone!”

“No, he doesn’t,” repeated Ian.

“Listen to me, I was at a meeting between him and the regional FBI director, along with the state’s Homeland director. He owns them. His plan is to help them be placed in high offices and eventually, he will be in a high office. They were both former, or current members of the Flaming Skulls.”

The men looked at one another and then at Code and Sly. The two men nodded, knowing exactly what they needed to do. Time to turn the page on the Flaming Skulls.

“Again, you could have found someone to help. Not everyone at the FBI or Homeland is on their side,” said Ghost.

“Listen to me. Those men are former members of the club. Not even former. They are current members but hide it. They’ve had their tattoos lasered off, they’ve gotten their college degrees, and now they are in positions of power and authority. This isn’t something he slapped together a few weeks ago.

“Killer knows what the fuck he is doing. He learned from the best. His father and grandfather.”

“And who were his father and grandfather?” asked Miller.

“Harry Clayton, Sr. and Jr. Killer is Harry Clayton, III.”

“Harry Clayton?” frowned Gabe. “He was convicted of child molestation and trafficking and sentenced to death. The son started the motorcycle club but he moved to another state.”

“He moved to another state so that he could do what he needed to do,” said Bolchek. “He impregnated a young girl, who gave birth to Clayton, III. Following in his father’s footsteps, Killer raped a woman and had a kid. The kid was adopted by another family and Killer stole the kid, kidnapping his adoptive mother.

“When Killer was five, his old man made him watch as he allowed the members of the club to gang rape his own mother and then told his son that she wasn’t any good for them any longer. The kid shot her. Five damn years old.

“Now, you might think you can handle whatever these men are going to send your way but I’d prefer to be away from them when that happens.”

“You can leave,” said Nine. “After you give our legal team every damn thing you have. Once that’s done, you’re welcome to go anywhere you want but your daughter stays if she wants to.”

“You’ve all lost your minds,” he said shaking his head. “This place won’t keep them from you. He has hundreds of men.”

“Good for him,” smirked Ghost. Code handed him a sheet of paper and Ghost smiled, nodding as he handed it to the other senior leaders. “Have a seat. You might enjoy this phone call.”

When the faces of the director of the FBI and Homeland appeared on the split screen, the two men smiled at the familiar faces.

“Shit, I thought you guys were finally dead,” smirked Asa Winston, head of the FBI. Leland Mack with Homeland laughed, shaking his head.

“Haven’t you heard the rumors, Asa? They struck a deal with the devil and they’re all immortal.”

“Damn if I don’t believe it. What can we do for you boys?”

“You’ve both got an issue with state heads,” said Gaspar. “Julius Campbell and Ed Finch are members of the Flaming Skulls and attempting to get their members in high-ranking roles in the government.”

“Campbell,” frowned Winston.

“Finch,” said Mack.

“You know?” frowned Gaspar.

“No. We suspected that the two of them were doing dirty business but we couldn’t ever prove it. Their backgrounds were squeaky clean, put on our desk by someone much higher up, and it just seemed off.”

“How so?” asked Miller.

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