Page 123 of Shadow's Surrender
“The fuckers are back in town,” Banger said.
“Probably think they’re safe since that bitch got arrested,” Throttle said.
“They think we’re stupid enough to believe thatshewas behind the tire iron bullshit,” Rock added.
“They don’t know the Insurgents,” Bones said.
“They will now!” Chas shouted and the room exploded with cheers, whistles, and fists on the table.
A proud smile lit up Banger’s face, and Shadow felt very lucky to be part of the Insurgents brotherhood. He tipped his chair until it back hit the wall and waited for the noise to die down before he spoke.
“I’m fuckin’ honored to call all of you my brothers. It’s been a tough week, but it would’ve been even harder if I didn’t have the brotherhood.”
“We got your back, bro,” Helm said as the others voiced their agreement.
“And I got yours,” Shadow said.
The gavel hit the block again.
“Now that you pussies had your fuckin’ Dr. Phil moment, let’s get back to being men,” Banger growled, but there was a twinkle in his eye, and his mouth twitched as though he was fighting a smile.
“Since we know that the old fucker didn’t murder Shadow’s mom, our plans of doing him in may change,” Hawk said.
“We should kill him for what he did,” Buffalo said.
Hawk looked at Shadow. “It’s your call, bro.”
“The old fucker’s on the verge of losing all his land and money. I’d rather have him alive when that happens,” Shadow said.
“Serves the old fart right,” Helm said.
“So a beatdown for his pussy son and his friend, who I found out is Jonah Rollins,” Hawk said.
“I know that asshole,” Shadow said. “He was the one in Dream House’s parking lot with the hooker a while back. The jerk just hasn’t learned his lesson.”
“He will tonight.” Axe laughed.
“I bet it was Warren who threw the iron at me. That Jonah wimp doesn’t have the balls.”
“It doesn’t matterwhodid it, they’ll both get the shit kicked outta them,” Rock said.
“And the old man?” Shadow asked.
“We’ll rough him up, then destroy his hundred-thousand-dollar car,” Hawk replied.
The membership cheered and banged their fists on the table, and Hawk reclined against the wall, a huge grin plastered on his face.
Shadow knew that destroying the jerk’s car would be the best retribution for a superficial asshole on the cusp of filing for bankruptcy.
“When are we doing this?” Shadow yelled above the noise.
Banger held out his hands, gesturing the men to quiet down.
“Some of us will go to the old man’s house and teach him a lesson, and the others will straighten out the spoiled fuckers,” Hawk replied. “Which group do you wanna be with?”
“Kick the spoiled fuckers’ asses,” he answered.
“Those assholes will be at their club for a party tonight. We’ll stake them out, then follow and let the group that’ll be stationed at each of their houses know they’re on the way. Then we’ll ambush them. It’s pretty simple.” Hawk grabbed the bottle of beer on the table and brought it to his mouth.
