Page 32 of Embracing the Consequences

It only took a few minutes for them to exit church and head down the basement stairs to the holding cells. The unfinished basement housed a couple of holding cells, with drains set into the concrete floor. Buckley was sprawled out unconscious on the floor in the center of his cell.

Dagger immediately grabbed the hose in the corner and sprayed cold water on Buckley’s face. The weathered man sputtered, gasping for breath because he wasn’t wearing hisoxygen. His white hair shone brightly in the florescent lights in the basement, emphasizing his age.

Marcos didn’t give a damn, though. This man had torn apart his club over a personal vendetta. He had betrayed the brotherhood, killed a patched member without reason. He was the scum of the earth and deserved to be put down. And Marcos would be glad to do it.

Marcos unlocked the cell and stepped inside.

Buckley’s gray eyes were maniacal in their rage as he glared up at Marcos. “You fucking bastard.” Buckley spat.

Marcos cursed in Spanish. “You’re pathetic,” he said in English.

“What deal do you have with Vince Carmichael?” Bear broke in as he stepped into the holding cell. He crossed his beefy arms over his chest and waited.

Marcos loomed over Buckley, also waiting.

Buckley gasped for breath, a smug smirk spreading across his lips. “I hear the Ravager Knights have been ravaging your sister’s sweet pussy.”

Marcos let out a roar of rage as he lunged for the bastard who was still lying on the ground. He managed to get in several kicks before he was pulled off Buckley.

Buckley was left rolling and groaning in pain.

Marcos stalked away, huffing with anger. He needed to get his shit under control. He couldn’t kill the man, not if he wanted a truce with the Ravager Knights. He needed the war to end, and quickly. He couldn’t have his sister living with them if there was any kind of tension between the two clubs.

Stone moved into the cell and got in Buckley’s face. “What’s the deal with Carmichael?”

Buckley gasped for breath and let out a hoarse laugh. “Like you aren’t going to kill me once I tell you the truth?”

“I’m going to rip you apart, limb by limb,” Marcos growled.

“Did you threaten Nickle’s old lady?” Bear asked.

Buckley laughed. “That slut’s been begging for my cock for months.”

“The fuck she has!” Nickle snapped. He stormed into the cell and barely got his own kick in before Bear was hauling him back.

“You killed a brother without a vote, you started a war without a vote. You went behind the club’s back and worked with our enemy Las Serpientes. What do you have to say for yourself?” Bear asked, his voice a deep rumble.

“I did it all,” Buckley rasped and let out a choked laugh. “I’d do it all again. This club has turned into a bunch of pussies.”

“You’re a disgrace. You’ve disgraced the patch and this club,” Bear said. He spat on the ground next to Buckley.

Buckley just laughed.

Jerry shook his head. “He’s too coked out.”

“Doesn’t matter. He confessed,” Marcos pressed. “We vote now.”

“Aye,” came instantly from Stone, Dagger, and Nickle.

Marcos looked at Jerry. “Aye,” he said, shaking his head in disgust.

Trick and Ransom moved closer. “Aye,” they both said with a nod to Marcos.

Marcos turned to Axel, Blaze, and Phoenix. All three men looked down at Buckley with contempt and disgust. “Aye,” they voted one after the other.

“Aye,” Marcos voted last. “I’ll set it up.”

“Come on Carmichael! You’vegotta give me something here.” Freddy Danvers griped as he paced through Johnny’s great room.

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