Page 270 of Sticks and Stones

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When Gene looked over, Ethan found the poof.

“That’s a lie. It’s on his phone,” Ethan said. “I wonder if his wife Maggie knows he’s dicking men in the backroom of biker bars while she’s at home with his family,” he stated.

The man gasped.

“He’s got kids, too, Gene,” Ethan admitted. “I bet they’re proud of Daddy. Know who almost never got to have a chance to have kids? Corbin—the man in our family that they hurt.”

Gene’s eyes narrowed.

“Oh, well, I have a feeling they will find out the truth about him.”

The man protested.

“You leave my family out of this.”

The second he said it, Gene belted him in the face, making his head snap back so hard that it was surprising that his eyeballs weren’t playing hide-and-seek inside his brain.

Then, Gene grabbed him by the jacket.

“The man you raped had family too,” Gene said. “And, unfortunately for you, he’s our brother. You dumb fucks found the only cop we consider family here inPhilly. That sucks for you.”

Simon shook his head, trying to focus on the man.

“What do you want?” the man asked.

Gene was to the point.

“Information, and if you don’t give it to us, you’ve got a problem.”

Someone decided to play hardball. He closed his mouth to signal that he wasn’t talking.

Well, that was fine.

They’d get it out of him.

One way.

Or another.

“Yeah, Ethan, I don’t think he’ll have to worry about anything anymore where he’s going,” he said, catching the manoff guard as he dropped his knee onto the man’s forearm, snapping it under the weight.

He screamed.

And then, he was punched in the face.

AGAIN.

“I get that cops are your enemy, and I get that you are scumbags trying to avoid the law, but what puts me into the mother of all rages is that you dropped his battered, abused, and broken body into a dumpster to freeze to death in the cold. He is a human being, and you threw him away like trash. This was more than good guy versus bad guy. This is now psychopath versus my fist.”

He punched him again.

And they both heard the squish of his nose cartilage being decimated.

Reaching into his vest, Gene pulled out his badge. On it, the gold FBI emblem said it all.

“You dumb fuck. We aren’t cops. We’re Feds, and the US government has been watching that bar,” he said, as Ethan held up black and white photos of all of the bikers.