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Chapter 5: Pier 19
The docks were a graveyard of rusted shipping containers and the smell of salt and diesel. Rain was falling in earnest now, a cold, needle-like spray that blurred the world into shades of grey.
We parked the trucks three blocks away and moved in on foot. Mark and Miller stayed wide, flanking the entrance to the pier. I walked down the center, my silhouette cutting through the fog.
At the end of the pier, a luxury yacht was idling, its white hull gleaming under the harsh industrial lights. Standing on the dock was Toby, holding a heavy duffel bag, and Elena. She had changed into a dark tracksuit, her hair pulled back, the “”queen”” act replaced by the frantic energy of a fugitive.
“”Where is the ledger, Toby?”” she snapped, her voice carrying over the water.
“”I told you, it’s in the safe at the office,”” Toby said, his voice trembling. He looked like he was vibrating with fear. “”We should just go. We have enough cash in this bag to live like royalty in Cabo.””
“”I need that ledger!”” Elena screamed. “”It’s my protection! Without it, those politicians will have me dead before I clear international waters!””
“”You’re right about that, Elena,”” I said, stepping out of the shadows.
They both spun around. Toby nearly dropped the bag. Elena’s eyes went wide, then narrowed into slits of pure venom.
“”Jax. You just don’t know when to crawl into a hole and die, do you?””
“”I tried the hole. It was too quiet,”” I said, holding up the leather-bound book. “”Looking for this?””
Elena reached into her jacket, but before she could pull anything out, the red dot of a laser sight appeared on her chest. Miller was positioned on a shipping container fifty yards away.
“”Don’t,”” I said. “”I’m not here to kill you, Elena. I’m here to give you a choice.””
Toby took a step back, his hands raised. “”Jax, listen, she made me do it. She threatened my family—””
“”Shut up, Toby,”” I said without looking at him. “”You’re a coward. We’ll deal with you later. But Elena? Elena is a strategist. So, let’s talk strategy.””
I walked to the edge of the pier, dangling the ledger over the dark, churning water of the Atlantic.
“”This book contains the names of every person you’ve been paying off. If I drop it, you have no leverage. You’re just a thief with a bag of cash and a lot of very powerful enemies. You won’t make it a week.””
“”And if you give it to me?”” she asked, her voice steadying.
“”I’m not giving it to you,”” I said. “”I’m giving it to the one person who wants to see you fall more than I do.””
I pulled out the burner phone and pressed redial.
“”Hello, Detective Vance?”” I said into the phone. “”I’m standing at Pier 19 with Elena Vance and your ‘missing’ ledger. I think you’d like to get here before the Feds do at 0400. It would make your career, wouldn’t it? To bring in the woman who’s been bribing your boss?””
Elena’s face crumbled. The one thing she hadn’t banked on was me playing the “”law”” card.
“”You’d rat?”” she whispered, horrified. “”You? The President of the Black Thistle?””
“”I’m not the President anymore,”” I said, throwing the ledger at her feet. “”I’m just a guy whose dog you tried to kill. And I’ve learned that sometimes, the best way to handle a snake is to let a bigger snake eat it.””
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Chapter 6: The Long Road Home
The sirens didn’t take long.
Detective Vance—a man I’d spent a decade dodging—arrived with four unmarked units. He didn’t look at me. He didn’t look at Mark or Miller, who had quietly melted back into the shadows. He only looked at the ledger and the woman handcuffed against the side of a shipping container.
Elena didn’t scream this time. She just watched me with a look of pure, frozen hatred as they put her in the back of the cruiser. She had played the game for the highest stakes, and she had lost to the one man she thought was too “”simple”” to outmaneuver her.
Toby was taken away in a separate car. He’d be lucky to survive the night in lockup once word got out that he’d flipped.
Vance walked over to me, the ledger tucked under his arm.
“”This doesn’t make us friends, Jax,”” he said, the rain dripping off his hat. “”The Thistle is still on my radar.””
“”I expect nothing less, Detective,”” I said, wiping the rain from my face. “”But for tonight, the trash has been picked up. Let’s leave it at that.””
Vance nodded once and walked away.
I walked back to my truck, where Mark and Miller were waiting. We drove in silence back to the clubhouse. The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, a bruised purple and orange light bleeding through the storm clouds.
When we pulled into the lot, the brothers were all there. The “”Old Guard”” and the “”New Blood,”” sitting on their bikes, waiting.
Big Sal stepped forward, leading a limping, bandaged, but very much alive pitbull on a thick rope. Bear saw me and let out a whimpering bark, his tail thumping weakly against his scarred ribs.
I dropped to my knees in the dirt, not because I was forced to this time, but because I needed to be on his level. Bear lunged forward, burying his head in my chest, his wet nose cold against my neck. I held him, my fingers disappearing into his fur, and for the first time in years, I felt the weight in my chest lift.
“”What now, Prez?”” Miller asked, standing behind me.
I looked at the patch Big Sal had given me earlier. It was the original “”Founder”” patch, the one my father had worn.
“”Now,”” I said, standing up with Bear’s leash in my hand. “”We rebuild. No more suburban houses. No more fancy suits. We go back to what we were before we let the wrong people inside our circle.””
I looked around at the men who had risked everything to save a dog and a disgraced brother.
“”We’re bikers,”” I said. “”And we have a lot of road to cover.””
I climbed onto my Harley—the one thing Elena hadn’t managed to take—and whistled. Bear hopped into the sidecar we’d rigged up years ago as a joke.
I looked back at the rising sun, the memory of Elena’s spit on my vest already fading. She had wanted to destroy me, but she had accidentally set me free.
Sometimes, you have to lose your world to find your soul.”
