Page 106 of Animal's Reformation
“Fuck!” Skeet yelled as blood leaked over his lips then dripped off his chin.
Thea screamed and rushed Animal, scratching and kicking him. “You asshole!” she yelled. People on the sidewalk quickly crossed the street, and shop employees closed and locked the doors.
“Don’t fuckin’ disrespect an Insurgent, bitch!” Bones yelled, pulling the woman away from Animal, who had landed a few sharp kicks to Skeet’s ribs.
“Let me go!” She struggled in the Insurgent’s arms.
“You’re a fuckin’ skank! You’re lucky I’m not kicking your ass after the shit you did to Metal,” Bones said.
A deafening roar filled the air, and Animal looked toward the street and saw Hawk and Throttle pull over to the curb and jump off their bikes.
“What the fuck’s going on?” Hawk asked as he rushed over to Animal.
“This fucker’s in Insurgents’ territory,” Animal said.
Skeet glared at Hawk.
“His ma’s sick,” Thea said, jerking away from Bones. “We rode down to see her.”
Hawk glowered at her. “Don’t fuckin’ talk to me.” He turned to Skeet. “You didn’t turn in your rocker, asshole.”
“It’s at my ma’s,” he gritted.
“What a fuckin’ jerk.” Throttle spat on the sidewalk.
“I’ll get Rock, Jax, and Puck to go get it. You shoulda turned it in.” Hawk landed a hard blow to the traitor’s stomach. “That’s for fuckin’ around with Metal’s old lady.”
“Seems like you’re owed a beatdown,” Throttle said. “Metal gets the first punch.”
“Metal’s okay now,” Thea whined. “I talked to him and he told me he’s over it. He—”
“Didn’t Hawk tell you to shut the fuck up? You’re nothing, bitch. Don’t talk to us,” Animal said. Thea crossed her arms and glared at them.
“What’s going on here?” a deep voice said.
Animal turned around and saw a damn badge walking up to them.Fuck!“Nothing,” he replied.
“That’s not the way it looks.” The badge’s gaze fell on Skeet, who lay on his side; dried blood crusted the biker’s lips and chin.
“It’s personal business,” Hawk said. “Move on.”
The cop jerked his head back. “Move on? You don’t tell me shit like that.” He huffed.
The vice president visibly stiffened. “I just did. There’s nothing here for you. Call Chief Landon—he’ll tell you.” The Insurgents and the police chief had a tacit agreement: the MC kept hard drugs out of the county and law enforcement would look the other way in most instances.
The badge didn’t move an inch, just stood there scowling, looking like he was debating with himself on what to do. After a few long seconds, he shook his head. “I’m taking the whole lot of you in.”
“No … you’re not,” Hawk said.
“Call Landon. We don’t have time for this shit,” Animal said.
“Or we’ll call him. Your choice,” Throttle added.
The badge walked back to the patrol car and Animal watched him pull out the radio.
“The fuckin’ badge must be new,” Bones said.
“Yeah, I haven’t seen him before,” Hawk said as he bent over and dragged Skeet to his feet. “You’re one stupid fucker to have come back.”
