Chapter 7 - The Confrontation in Spokane
Instead of waiting for another assault, Brick rallied fifty heavily armed bikers from neighboring chapters early the following morning. The thunderous roar of fifty V-twin engines vibrated through the pavement as the massive procession rolled directly into downtown Spokane, flanked by armored tactical vans from the US Marshals Service.
They surrounded Derek’s chop-shop headquarters, sealing off every escape route.
Brick kicked open the front office door, stepping inside just as Derek was frantically stuffing stacks of cash and passports into a leather duffel bag.
Derek spun around, his hand shaking violently as he raised a pistol toward Brick's chest. "You... you can't touch me! I run this city!"
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Brick took one slow, towering step forward, his scar tightening into a sneer. "Your city fell hours ago, Lawson. Khloe reclaimed her life. And you're going to a cell."
Federal marshals swarmed the office, tackling Derek to the floor and slamming him into handcuffs. Derek screamed in hysterical rage as Khloe walked into the room alongside the federal agents, her posture tall and unyielding, looking down at her former abuser with pure disgust and complete indifference.
