Page 164 of Beyond the Badge: Nox

“Get paid for what?” Nox asked, even though he knew.

“Not your goddamn business! Now get the fuck outta here.” T-Bone jabbed a finger toward the open door.

“Or what? You going to call the cops?”

“Fuck no. Don’t need the fuckin’ pigs to handle a problem like you.” A gun appeared in T-Bone’s hand.

Nox froze. There it was. He figured the man was packing. He was only surprised that the weapon hadn’t appeared earlier, especially when Nox was pounding him to his knees.

Did Nox rattle the asshole’s brain enough so that he only just remembered he had it on him?

“Givin’ you one more chance to get the fuck outta here and to mind your fuckin’ business. You takin’ that chance or not?”

Nox lifted up his palms in surrender, ignoring the fact he had a compact .38 revolver strapped to his ankle.

He needed to resist the temptation to pull it. He couldn’t get into a shoot-out. Plus, the walls were thin in this motel, it wouldn’t take much for a stray bullet to go through one and strike an innocent.

Do not pull your fucking weapon.Do not tell him you’re a cop. Keep all your normal responses under wraps and handle this tactfully so you don’t leave this room with more holes than when you entered.

“Do you want to stay here?” Nox asked the woman.

Her eyes again flicked from him to T-Bone before she nodded.

Nox gritted his teeth. “Fine. Have a good night. Just keep the volume down over here so the rest of us can get some sleep, got it? If you don’t, I’m calling the cops.”

“Fuck off,” T-Bone sneered, then winced due to his busted face.

Nox lifted his hand and made a show of studying his busted knuckles. “Worth it.” He took one last glance at the woman he hated to leave behind. “Call 911 if you need help.”

“Get the fuck out!” T-Bone screamed, then groaned in pain.

Nox’s head twitched but he slowly made his way back outside. As soon as he was clear of the doorway, the door slammed behind him. With a shake of his head, he went back to his truck, got in it and returned to his normal spot to monitor the situation.

They needed to do something about that motherfucker, and they needed to do it soon.

ChapterThirty-Seven

Nox turned slowlyin a circle and took in the third floor of The Plant.

It was now almost empty. A couple of bare desks still remained. The whiteboard on the wall was now wiped clean. All the photos of the Demons had been removed from the cork board. Not one computer remained.

Only a dirty floor was left behind where the conference table and chairs were previously.

The task force had been dismantled piece by piece and some of the members had already returned to their regular assignments at whatever law enforcement agency they came from. The only members left were gathering at zero dark thirty to join in on today’s “fun.” Their last official assignment unless they were called to testify.

Though, Fletch and Wilder still remained undercover with the Demons as the task force’s eyes and ears until today’s early morning sweep was completed. While it was dangerous for them, in reality, serving warrants and taking unwilling bikers into custody would be risky for everyone. At least everyone about to see the results of all their time and hard work that they put into the investigation in the last almost two years.

It was a bit sad that Nox’s time with the task force was coming to an end, but he was glad that the Demons would finally get what they deserved.

Or he hoped they would.

What happened next would involve judges and juries, trials, prosecutors, criminal defense attorneys, plea deals, motions and eventually appeals.

Justice wasn’t simple or quick. Nor was it cheap.

Sometimes, it wasn’t even served.

Or fair.

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