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The enforcers had taken off and the prospects were on their knees, hands on their heads. A good test for them. Nobody knew their own reaction to law enforcement until they faced it. Having some cop or detective promising you a miserable life in prison. Working deals for information. Who would talk. Who would stay silent.
Cyrus stood with his arms folded, refusing to get down on the ground. Chief Dick Rundle kept growling through gritted teeth, telling Cyrus this was for his own good.
Image… it was all about the image…
Fitz stood next to Cyrus, refusing too, not wanting the club’s president to be the only one standing. Cyrus offered his wrists. “Cuff me, Chief. But I am not getting down on the ground. I’m not bowing down to you.”
“Fuck this,” Fitz spat. “Where’s the fucking warrant, huh? You’re acting like we’re some kind of fucking group of terrorists. Fuck you!”
Everyone knew at that point Chief Dick Rundle had no choice. He nodded to his biggest deputy and that deputy put Fitz down to the ground. Hard. Really hard.
Slade rolled to his back and sat up and started to stand. “What the fuck was that about?”
Now it began to get out of hand. And fast.
Outlaws vs the actual law.
Cyrus and Chief Dick Rundle meeting eyes, both knowing this was bad for them all. Finally, the chief presented his firearm, raised his right hand into the air and fired off three rounds. Everyone froze.
“Now if you don’t want county to show up and start taking names and numbers, I suggest you all calm the fuck down. Everyone.”
Slade had been backed up against a wall, a deputy with a hand to his throat.
“Safe to say with the way things have been going around town, tensions are high right now,” the chief said.
He looked around as he spoke but the words were meant directly for Cyrus’s ears.
“Hillstone, we find anything here?” Chief Dick Rundle called out.
The deputy—Miles Hillstone—shook his head. “No, sir. Not today.”
“Then the asshole on the ground is right. We shouldn’t be here. Take the cuffs off them all. Everyone is free to roam. For now.” The chief looked to Cyrus. “A word with you?”
As Cyrus nodded, Fitz was pulled up to his feet. He turned and threw a heavy punch into the gut of the deputy that took him down.
“That’s enough, Fitz!” Linc roared.
“I’ve got him,” Priest said as he lumbered toward Fitz.
Fitz backed up, hands up, lip curled.
“Sorry about that,” Cyrus said to the chief. “Like you said, tensions are high right now.”
“Yeah, well something is going on around here, Cyrus.”
Slade and Linc had gotten close enough to hear the conversation.
“Weird to me is that you guys all attacked a van,” Cyrus said. “What was that about?”
The chief shook his head. “Bad intel I suppose. Cyrus, I’m not kidding around. The heat is getting hotter by the second. I’m holding off what I can, when I can.”
“You run the town, dammit,” Slade growled.
The chief looked at Slade and grinned. Everyone knew Chief Dick Rundle was more of a figurehead than actual power. He did have a voice though. His words held meaning. But to claim he ran the town… that was a good one by Slade.
“Look, I don’t know where your van info came from,” Linc said. “Taking it out on us like this? That’s not a good look.”
“Okay, listen,” Cyrus said. “Let your boys do their thing. Surface area, huh? You’re not coming into the clubhouse or any other building on the property. You have nothing. You’re not going to get a warrant. As far as those two murders go, you have to let us do our thing. That means you keep any local person looking to write a story about it under wraps. This cannot catch anywhere.”
