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The seven young women were led into the clinic to be examined, given clean clothing and showers. Six of them would eventually be reunited with their families in other states, after they filed police reports with those the team knew they could trust.

The seventh woman, wanted revenge.

“The clubhouse is in chaos,” said Code looking at the men. “The animals definitely did their job. If the trampling wasn’t bad enough, the bison and elephant shit is everywhere. Semu did quite a number on the bikes. She actually bent the pipes and frames. They won’t be using those for a while.”

“Good,” smirked Nine. “Of course, that’s going to make them more desperate for our bikes. Where is Killer?”

“He’s unavailable,” said Trak. They all looked at him with raised brows. Wilson just laughed.

“My dear friend asked for a syringe of the most powerful drug that would induce diarrhea. I suspect Killer is sitting on his, uh, throne.” Trak smirked at the men, wiggling his eyebrows.

“This is why I love working with him,” laughed Angel.

“Where is Bolchek?” asked Gaspar.

“He was trying to speak with his daughter but she wants nothing to do with him. The girls were all eighteen or older but what they did to them was pretty awful,” said Wilson. “They were lucky that they hadn’t been forced to take drugs yet but they were all raped, typically by more than one man at a time. They were forced to dance and strip, perform acts of sexual pleasure in front of the others, all the usual fucking, disgusting bullshit.”

Nine nodded, staring at the others. Miller walked in with Bolchek shoving him into a chair.

“Who are you people?” he asked looking around the room.

“We are defending Jenna Brooks,” said Ian. “Not you. You’ve been replaced as her counsel of record.”

“Wh-what? No. No, I have to.”

“No, you don’t,” said Ian. “Your daughter is safe now. Although she doesn’t want a damn thing to do with you. I can’t say that I blame her for that.”

“I had to! What they would have done to her if I didn’t do this would have been much worse.”

“Worse? She was fucking raped. Gang raped, beaten, forced to do shit with those men that you can’t possibly imagine. You had choices,” said Ian.

“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.

“It was like interviewing a bouncer in a bar for the role of Pope but he spoke like an educated bouncer in a bar. I’m not sure how either of them got all the way through the process and up the ladder, but they’re sitting there and we’ve been watching them,” said Winston.

“If you guys don’t find a way to get them out of their offices, you’re going to have a very big issue on your hands. Their club leader, a man named Killer, real name, Harry Clayton, III, has been causing havoc wherever they go. They tried to get us to build bikes for them, then took seven women and abused them.”

“You got them?” asked Mack.

“We got them.” The two men nodded.

“What do you want us to do?” asked Winston.

“Fire them both. We’ve got their police records, along with their fingerprints, which someone obviously hid from all of you. Present it, let them know they’re done, and that will be one problem solved.”

“We can send men,” said Winston. “We’ve been watching this gang for a while now.”

“You can’t watch a gang like this, Asa. You know that,” said Skull. “Clubs like this have to be abused, tortured, tormented, until they fall apart and collapse.”

“Some of us have rules we have to follow, Ghost,” said Asa. “I know you don’t have to but you should. We’ll get these two out of their positions and be available to help in any other way you need.”

“If you take care of those two, we’ll make sure the local law enforcement is shut down and put out of business. If they have no one on the inside to help them, they’ll have no one to feed them information about the case involving Sister Agatha,” said Nine.

“And then?” asked Mack.

“And then, we really start to have fun.”