Page 65 of My End

We reached the office. Jim stopped outside and glanced over his shoulder.

Yarder leaned in close and whispered, “Say one fucking wrong word, and I’ll blow your fucking head off.”

Jim swallowed hard.

“Who is it?” Boone called from behind the door.

“J-J-Jim,” he stammered.

A click. The door unlocked.

Jim opened it, and Yarder shoved him inside.

He stumbled to his knees.

We filed in.

Booneleapt up from behind his desk with his face red, ready to scream.Gibbs, seated in a leather chair across from him, looked like someone had just doused him in ice water.

“What the hell is this?” Boone roared.

Brian kept his gun on Jim. Yarder raised his on Boone. Dice flanked me, and Throttle moved to the far corner, ready if shit popped off.

“We thought we’d drop by and see how you’re doing,” Yarder said coolly.

“You can’t be in here,” Gibbs spat.

I snorted. “Pretty sure your days of calling the shots are over.”

“As if we’re afraid of a bunch of dirty bikers and a shitty chef,” Boone sneered. “I’ll have you all arrested for breaking and entering. You just made the move that’s going to end you all. You played right into our hand.”

Yarder laughed. “He just called you a biker,” he said to Leo.

Leo took a slow step forward. “If I ever doubted the guy was an idiot, now I know for sure.”

Gibbs blinked fast. “You, you’re Leo Banachi,” he stammered.

Leo tipped his head. “At least one of you knows who I am. And I’m not a biker.” He glanced at Boone. “You might not know me, but maybe you’ve heard of my wife.Brynn Maragna?”

Boone paled like someone had pulled the blood from his body.

“There it is,” Yarder said with a grin.

Brynn laughed softly. “I do have a way with assholes.”

“I can offer you double,” Boone said to her, desperate now. “Whatever they’re offering you, name your price.”

Leo rolled his eyes. “He thinks we’re getting something out of this.”

Brynn’s voice sharpened. “We are—peace of mind knowing we’re putting two corrupt bastards exactly where they belong.”

Brian cleared his throat. “Think it’s my turn now?”

Leo shrugged. “Sure. It’s all yours.”

Brian stepped forward, gun steady on Jim. He reached into his back pocket and pulled something out.

He flipped it open, and it was his badge. “FBI,” he said.