Page 22 of Savage Ends
The sound of the printer could be heard in the distance.
“This is not good,” Dylan said.
“It’s a long shot that it is any real trouble,” Bull said.
Pat didn’t say what he knew everyone was thinking.Bullshit.They all knew this was the start of potential trouble.This might not have come directly from cartel hands, but they were behind it.
He looked at the markings on the man’s neck.It wasn’t a great picture, but it was something he could work with.
“I’m going to check out a couple of the tattoo parlors around here,” Pat said.
“Hold on just a minute,” Dylan said.“What happened to your bike last night is a crime.This is something I will take care of.”
Pat looked at Dylan.The man was a good sheriff, in a way.He was good for the Chaos and Carnage MC, as he knew when to look the other way.He usually knew when to come to them especially when it was far out of his ability.Right now, with his bike, Dylan was far out from what he could handle.
“Dylan, going after this guy could get you killed.He may have taken orders from someone who is part of a much bigger organization than anything you have ever faced before.This is club business, and to keep your life, along with this little town, you’ll have to leave it to me.”
“Pat’s right.Whoever fired that gun wasn’t acting right, and we have reason to believe it could lead back to the cartel,” Bull said.
Dylan visibly paled.
“You don’t want this,” Rusty, their enforcer, said.
“I’ll let you boys handle it,” Dylan said, while swallowing and looking somewhat terrified.“Well, seeing as you don’t need me, and this was just a simple dispute amongst friends, I will leave you to it.”
Within minutes, they heard his car’s engine turn over, and then he was gone.
“Wow, I don’t know if I should be disappointed, impressed, or just worried for the town of Carnage that we somehow have a coward in the sheriff’s office,” Thomas said.
“He means well,” Bull said.
“Means well.You mention the cartel and he runs out of here.You guys aren’t suspicious and like, shitting your pants?”Thomas asked.“Am I supposed to be worried about the bar?”
“I’m going to have men stationed at the bar.You don’t have to worry.”
“I’d love to stay and chat, but I’ve got shit to do.”
“Anyone notice that Pat suddenly has attitude?”Grant said.
He and Grant didn’t have the best track record.Actually, that wasn’t true, Grant always seemed to have an issue with him.
“Do you want to sit on your ass and wait around to get shot?”Pat asked.
“You see, that’s the thing.You’re usually so calm, so in control.Nothing bad can make Pat lose his cool.Yet, you’ve got attitude, you’re snapping, and you’re insulting.I like it.It kind of reminds me of me.”Grant then laughed, and touched his VP patch.“Maybe I’ve rubbed off on you in all the right ways.”
Pat did not have time for this.He looked toward Bull and without needing to say a word, he waited.
Bull nodded.“Yeah, go and figure it out, and be careful.If it is a cartel order, that could mean they’re close, and they’re expecting you.”
He was hoping for it.
Leaving the bar, he stepped out, and he always had a backup, but now his backup needed a fucking backup.
“Don’t for a second think you’re going somewhere without me,” Rusty said, following him outside.
“There’s not going to be any pussy.”
“Ha-ha, very funny, but in case you don’t remember, I’m the enforcer here, and it’s my job.So why don’t you keep your wiseass comments, and just tell me which place we’re hitting first.”
