Page 111 of Savage Ends
“It’s what the cartel wants, right?”Pat asked.“Think about it, this place is the prime zone.Think about what my pop said.It’s the ideal place to store and distribute.We already have the local law enforcement on our side.The cartel sweeps in, take this place, and then they have no holds barred on all their shit getting through.It’s the perfect place.”
“And you think Ranford is willing to risk it all to get his brother back?”
“Yeah, I do, seeing as he risked his own city and lost it.He has nothing to lose, Grant.All he wants is his brother’s body, and to do that, he’s willing to sell us out.”With that, Pat revved his engine and took off.The other brothers would have to do what they needed to.Pat was heading to the cabin, the one place he knew his father had a supply of guns, and was probably already preparing for war.
Pat made his way toward his father’s cabin, he didn’t waste time and stayed focused.With each mile he took, he remembered the look on Ava’s face last night.The sobs that came from her mouth echoed through his mind.He saw the video replaying the footage of Ranford murdering an innocent woman.Finding Lidia, unconscious, with the drugs injected into her arm.
He remembered it all, and as he did, he felt that piece of himself he kept locked up tight start to loosen.Pat didn’t fight to keep it locked up.Ranford had messed with his woman, put her life at risk, and now that piece of shit was going to pay the price.
Arriving at his father’s cabin, he parked his bike and made his way to the front door.As he did, Doc opened the front door and was carrying a shotgun.“I heard what happened to your woman,” Doc said.“I’m sorry.”
“I need to see your weapons.”
“They’re ready for you.”
His father didn’t need to ask questions.There was no need.Pat made his way into his father’s cabin and went straight down to the basement.His father had gotten out of the life, but that didn’t mean he relied on being free.
The Chaos and Carnage MC had many enemies, and with the cartel, those enemies were unpredictable.
“You can take anything,” Doc said.
There were several hunting knives, guns, shotguns, even explosives.Pat looked at them all, along with the ammunition.
“Dad, if this gets ugly, and I don’t make it, you need to get Ava and her family out of here.”
“Son, I am not leaving this town,” Doc said.
“I know, but they don’t deserve this.If I don’t make it out, they deserve a second chance.They’re good people.Ava’s only mistake was wanting me.”
“That woman loves you,” Doc said.
“And I love her, Dad.I love her more than anything in the world, and you know I would stay with her if I could.She is my everything, but I got to make sure she is protected and taken care of.Especially if this is about to get ugly.I know you’ll make it right,” he said.
Doc sighed.“I will get her to safety, but that is all I am promising you.I will come back to Carnage to fight.The cartel is responsible for taking my wife, because if they hadn’t gotten to Bull’s father, it would never have turned out the way it did.If they take you, then I will end them.”
Pat started to load up his bag, placing the weapons he would need.
“Where are you going?”Doc asked, once he had finished loading up.
“Where all the shit happened,” Pat said.“Back at the farm where they started the dogfighting.”
He made his way toward his bike.“You shouldn’t stay here, Dad.If the cartel is coming, and I bet they fucking are, you need to be at the club.”
And with that, Pat revved his engine, knowing there was a chance it was going to be the last time he saw his father alive.
Pat rode through the streets, going straight to the old abandoned farm that had started it all.
Maddie, Bull’s wife, had been the cause of them finding out the cartel was working on their land.Bull had shot Craig, Ranford’s brother.It was the cartel who took Craig and beheaded him while he was still alive.It had been a brutal ending, one that had set this course in motion.Pat couldn’t believe how they had gotten to this point.He parked his bike at the old abandoned farm he had set fire to what felt like months ago.
Everything had been cleaned out ages ago.The cages were gone.The guys had dealt with the bodies of the dead dogs that had been left in a pile to rot.These were the kind of pieces of shit they had to deal with.No respect for dogs, no respect for anything.It sickened Pat as he looked around, and then he grabbed both guns.His gut told him there was real danger around.
Pat slowly moved around the building.The ground was covered in a thick layer of ice, the cold building as the winter months started to close in.During his military time, he’d been through all kinds of weather—blistering hot, freezing cold, humid, dry, wet—he’d done it all, and without complaint.
Making his way toward where they had first met Craig Ranford, Pat came to a stop, as he saw the tent.
“Fucker!”Pat said.
He moved toward the tent, knowing Ranford wasn’t going to be inside.The man had known luxury, and of course he had lived on the streets as well.It was one of the reasons Ranford could adapt.They had underestimated the fucker.
