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The Reckoning.

Drake

“W here is he? Send me the address,” Drake demanded as he raced for his bike.

Axel had radioed in. He had left the headquarters to join them, Slate, still injured, had taken over Axel’s position at the command centre. Axel had passed some bikers and noticed they wore Hellfire cuts, but they weren’t Hellfire.

He’d tracked Fury to a warehouse and was watching him. Volcano, Carter, Spike, Grunt, and Irish raced alongside him. Ramirez, Nando, and Bobby Lucas would also be moving. Fury had made a lot of enemies.

Axel rattled off an address, and Drake started his bike and roared off. Behind him rode the others, Irish jumping on behind Grunt.

Drake weaved through the streets and parked up a slight distance away from the warehouse. They’d go on foot now. There’d be no alerting Fury and letting him escape. It was time to finish this. Axel’s eyes widened as he saw the blood covering Drake.

“You need to get to the hospital, Willow needs you. Grey is critical,” Drake said and watched as Axel crumbled. He loved Grey like a son.

“I gotta end this, see it through,” Axel responded.

Spike shook his head. “Grey comes before Fury. I’ll stand for the Founders, brother. Go to your daughter.” Axel considered his options before nodding. “Make him suffer.”

“You have my word,” Spike promised and looked at Drake. “Let’s end this shit.”

Axel walked away, and, moments later, his trike roared out. Drake nodded towards the street.

The warehouse was a block over. Quietly and with weapons drawn, they made their way over.

When Drake arrived, he was surprised to see Washington waiting. He was crouched by a corner, and they headed for him.

“Fury is inside with five guys. They’re arguing, and Fury’s in a snit. He has lost and knows it, and he is fuckin’ rabid. He’s shot two dead already in there. The others are trying to get him to leave, but he thinks he can pull a rabbit out of his hat,” Washington reported.

“We’ll take out the men he’s with and then him,” Drake said.

Washington glanced at him and looked slightly alarmed. “You wounded, bro?”

“No. This belongs to Calamity and Grey. They are critical. Let’s do this,” he responded, seeing everyone who wanted Fury dead present.

Ramirez, Ben, Nando, and Lucas had just rounded the corner.

“Scythe is in charge of my area. Those fuckers are finally dead. They’re organising transport for the…” Ramirez drew in a deep breath, and Drake sympathised with him. “Unwanted Bastards.”

“Inglorious?” Drake asked.

“He, Razor, and Chill were all badly injured. They’re on their way to hospital. I didn’t see it coming. I fucking should have,” Ramirez said, blaming himself.

“Impossible. We didn’t anticipate this shit. We’re all going to feel some guilt, brother, but this ain’t on us. It’s on that bastard in there,” Drake replied. He held Nando, Ben, and Bobby Lucas’s gaze. “This is gonna get dirty, Fury’s going to pay. Walk away if you can’t handle this.”

Drake held Ben’s stare the longest.

“That asshole is responsible for hundreds killed today. Fury dies, and he suffers,” Ben replied. There was a look in Ben’s eye that worried Drake, but it would wait another day .

They kicked the door in and walked in, firing. Fury didn’t even get to shout before his men were dead.

“Fuckers!” he ranted, drawing his own weapon.

“Nah, not happening,” Washington spat and shot the gun from Fury’s hand.

Fury looked at him in total disbelief.

“You don’t get the easy way out,” Drake hissed.

Fury turned to run and faced Volcano and Carter.

“Hey, Daddy dearest,” Carter snapped and punched him in the mouth.

“You little fucks, you’re my sons!” Fury bellowed. “Traitors, all of you!”

Spike hit him next and then several times more. Each punch that landed, Spike yelled Evie’s and then his grandchildren’s name, ending with Demi.

Fury stumbled backwards as he was circled.

“Remember me? Yeah, you do. Wanna know why I was undercover in your shitty gang? Twenty-four of your men pulled a train on my twelve-year-old sister and mother. We were a normal family until then. Fuck, I was a college kid and didn’t know such evil existed,” Grunt spat.

Fury smirked. “Bet they enjoyed taking it up the ass. Died knowing what a real man was, didn’t they?”

Grunt hit Fury with a hammer blow that lifted him off his feet. He then grabbed Fury, who was groaning, and dragged him close. “You wanna push my buttons so I lose it and you get a quick death. Ain’t gonna be no such thing for you, asshole.”

Irish stepped up, and Drake watched as she smiled sweetly. “I’m the one you missed. ”

“What?” Fury hissed, watching as Irish circled him.

“Yeah. See, you took Grandad out, I’d just turned twenty-two and came home for a visit. There, facing each other, were my mom and Grandad. You’d raped and sodomised my mother. She was a sweet, gentle person, and you and your fuckin’ assholes had done that to her.”

Drake watched as Fury tried to figure out who Irish was. Shit. Had Fury done that so many times he couldn’t remember it? Drake could see Irish coming to the same realisation. It appeared to be Fury’s thing to pull trains on victims.

“Let me remind you what you did to Grandad. He’d been battered, cut up, tied to a chair, and his eyelids glued open. You wanted him to suffer as your motherfucking scumbags raped, tortured, and abused my mom.”

Irish drew in a deep breath before putting a hand in her pocket and pulling out a small tube.

“Irish,” Fury hissed and laughed. “You’re the granddaughter.”

“Yes.”

“I’d have loved to have done you,” Fury sneered.

“You missed your chance. But I haven’t. Grunt,” Irish said.

Grunt moved forward and shoved Fury down over a table. Fury began to fight, but Grunt tied his arms to the legs and then ripped his clothes off. Irish reached into a duffle bag she’d carried in.

Drake took one look at what she was carrying and winced. Fuck! On the other hand, Washington looked impressed.

“Glove up,” Irish ordered.

Grunt grinned as he pulled some medical gloves on. Drake noted Ramirez, Nando, Ben, and Lucas seemed confused. They wouldn’t be for much longer.

“Did you lubricate my mom and his family when you raped their asses?” Irish demanded.

“Oh, fuck,” Ben gasped, catching on to what Irish planned. He paled under his tan.

Drake grabbed Ben’s shoulders and spun him around. “Listen to me. No shame walking away right now. This is going to get bad. There’s a lot of anger and hurt, and you don’t need to be a part of this.”

“I owe Goldberg and Horton this. Plus, all my dead and wounded colleagues. What that fucker has done can twist a man. I ain’t leaving,” Ben said and squared his shoulders.

They turned back as Fury lit the air up with curses.

Irish paid no attention.

Drake winced. Fury’s saggy old ass wasn’t attractive. Grunt didn’t care as he spread Fury’s cheeks, and Irish shoved the cattle prod straight up his asshole. Fury screamed long and loud before passing out.

“Fuckin’ really?” Spike hissed. “Wake him up!”

Volcano headed to a sink and filled a bucket of water and threw it over him. Fury came awake and began shrieking as Irish pulled the cattle prod out and shoved it back inside. She fucked him for about three minutes before suddenly turning it on. Fury shuddered and screamed again before blacking out .

“Holy fuck,” Nando winced.

Drake thought all the men present just clenched their asses.

“Wake him up,” Irish demanded, and Volcano repeated his actions. And Irish repeated hers. A few minutes later, she left the prod hanging from his ass and moved to the front of the table. Irish snatched Fury’s head up and looked into his face.

“Now you understand a little of what your victims suffered. When these fuckers have finished, you’re mine again. They’re gonna beat and hurt you, but they won’t kill you. Because, cunt, I’ve got something nasty planned,” Irish promised.

“Worse than that?” Ramirez asked.

“Yeah.”

“Good,” Ramirez grabbed a whip and lashed out. Fury’s back jolted as the prod remained up his ass. Ramirez hit him a few more times and stopped. “He’s old. I wanna keep going, but don’t want to kill him with a heart attack.”

“Fair enough. Untie him,” Nando said.

Drake watched as Fury was strung up. The cops beat him for a bit and then stepped back. Drake informed them they could leave, but they wanted to stay. They’d taken their revenge but had to see this through.

Drake was worried that Volcano might kill Fury. While Volcano hit him hard, Volcano ensured to do so in places that wouldn’t kill him. Spike and Carter did the same. But Carter went one step further. He made Spike place Fury’s legs up on a chair, and then he whipped Fury’s feet until they resembled hamburger meat.

Fury howled and passed out numerous times, only to have Volcano revive him several times. Once they were a mass of open wounds, Carter pulled a box of salt from his pocket and rubbed it into Fury’s feet.

Fury moaned in agony.

“Gag him,” Spike ordered, and Volcano did. Spike beat on Fury a few more times and then used a blowtorch from Irish’s bag to burn his toes off.

“His heart okay?” Drake asked. He did not want Fury cheating them.

“Yeah, fucker ain’t gonna die yet,” Spike said after checking.

Washington shot Fury in both his knees and then elbows. That satisfied him. Drake didn’t know what to do. He walked around the beaten mess and pursed his lips.

“If my daughter was here, she’d cut your cock off and either choke you with it or shove it up your ass. I ain’t Serenity. You lost, your men are dead, your family showed their true strength. You’re hated as much as dictators in the past. Nobody is going to grieve your death. You’ve not left a legacy that will be remembered for anything other than the asshole you are. I don’t have to beat on you. I already beat you,” Drake said.

Fury went crazy, cursing and hissing, and Drake laughed. A weight lifted from his shoulders. Drake never flinched away from handling wet work, but this time, he didn’t need it. His words hurt Fury worse than his fists.

“You will be struck from the Founder’s list. Removed from all traces of Rage documentation. There’ll be no trace you ever existed. The MC you so desperately wanted won’t know of your name in two generations. I’m going to pass a law that your name never crosses a brother’s lip in relation to club. You’ll be forgotten as everything except an enemy to Rapid City. Someone we came together to beat and defend our home.

“I’ve got the blood of two good guys on me. Men who may yet die. They’ll be remembered, honoured if they do. Grey and Calamity will never be fuckin’ forgotten. Not like you, an unmarked grave, and struck from the records of Rage. You are nothing, Fury,” Drake hissed.

“I am Rage! You can’t cut me out!” Fury began ranting and shouting. Drake laughed at him.

“Pathetic. Arrow’s legacy will grow, as will Norfolk’s, Spike’s, and Axel’s,” Drake taunted and stepped back. “Anyone else want a go?”

“I ain’t finished, but I can wait,” Irish answered.

“Go for it, woman,” Spike said.

Irish grinned, and Grunt stepped up. “Grab his cock, dude,” Irish ordered.

Grunt looked disgusted but did. Irish pulled out a long piece of metal with a twisty top.

“What the hell is that?” Volcano demanded.

“A urethral stretcher. Men use them to insert into their urethra. Fuck knows why, I hear they can be incredibly painful. ”

Drake and the others had all cupped their cocks as Irish chortled. “Have you been talking to Serenity?”

“She helped me build this idea, yeah,” Irish replied. She shoved it into Fury’s urethra, and he screamed in a high-pitched tone before passing out.

“God, he faints more than a girl at a boy band concert,” Irish complained, unimpressed. Volcano woke Fury up again, and Irish continued.

“Now we twist this little top, and it stretches the urethra,” Irish explained.

Ramirez and Ben paled while Nando backed away with Carter.

“And finally, the pièce de resistance,” Irish crowed. She inserted a thin wire into the urethral stretcher and shoved it down inside.

Drake frowned. What the fuck? Irish picked up a stun gun and clipped the wire to it.

“Shit!” Spike hissed, his eyes widened.

Irish grinned and turned it on for two seconds. Drake thought Fury might have burst his voice box with the scream that emerged from him. His eyes rolled up, but he didn’t faint as aftershocks ran through his body, jolting him.

Irish let Fury settle down and repeated her actions.

“Wanna try?” she asked Grunt, handing it to him. Grunt grinned and switched it on. Drake watched as Irish and Grunt played for the next ten minutes, with Volcano constantly waking Fury up.

Finally, they stopped, and all heads turned to Volcano.

“End it, son, you earned it,” Spike said. “Out of everyone here, you swallowed his shit for years.”

Volcano looked at Fury. “You’re nothing to me and my siblings. My sisters and brothers have beautiful lives. Mom does, too. You ain’t gonna be remembered by us. You’ve got no legacy.”

Volcano rammed a gun into Fury’s mouth and pulled the trigger.

That was the end. It had all come down to this.

“We’ll take him to your crematorium. Can’t have him found in this condition. There were some older guys amongst the Fangs. Identify one of them as Fury, so RCPD doesn’t waste firepower hunting him down,” Spike said.

“Let’s head to the hospital. I need to see if Grey and Calamity made it,” Drake replied, shoving away the thought of them dying.

He walked out into the daylight and blinked.

A smile crossed his face. It was over.

Spike

He heard the shot before he saw Drake start to topple. Spike whipped his gun out and fired at the Fang in front of them.

The Fang hit the ground hard with five bullets in him. Spike watched, horrified, as Drake slowly began to fall backwards as his blood spilled onto his top. It mixed with Grey and Calamity’s.

“No! Fuck no!” Washington yelled, racing forward and catching Drake as he collapsed. “It’s a chest shot, get my car!” Washington threw the keys at Irish, and she ran off.

Moments later, she sped around the corner, and they shoved Drake in. Washington climbed in the rear as Spike leapt in the front.

“He’s breathing!” Washington exclaimed. “Go!”

Irish hit the pedal as everybody else raced for their vehicles. Irish didn’t stop, as Washington held Drake close to him.

His head dipped as the radio crackled, and Axel announced that Calamity and Grey had survived surgery but were critical. With a heavy heart, Spike informed everyone that Drake Michaelson was coming in hot with a gunshot to the chest.

Drake needed immediate surgery and was critical.

No matter how old he’d get, Spike would never forget the wounded howl of Axel that day. Never.