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took across the ribs,
hopped in the jacked up four by four with Zeus and Hammer and took
off in a cloud of black smoke as the tires spun on the pavement.
“Make it quick. Zeus, get ready, there are two coming up on your
side. Hammer, three on yours. I’ll go down the middle and swing
around wide to the left to block ‘em from the alley. Get ready!”
Sledge stomped on the gas and the crotch rockets came into view as
they closed in on them. As the truck growled through the night air,
their adrenaline pumped so hard the high they were on drowned out
the sirens in the distance.
    Sledge reached the target and cut the wheel
sharp right, swinging the backend of the truck out and around. It
clipped the front tire of one of the Diablos and spun it just
enough he lost control and ate pavement. The bike behind him
couldn’t dodge in time and slammed against the fat ass burrito
bender on the ground, flying up in to the air. Zeus took aim and
pulled the trigger, shooting him straight through the chest.
    “Nice! Skeet shoot that mothafucka!” Hammer
yelled, aiming in on another. “Pull!” He grinned a wickedly evil
snarl. Sledge gunned it and slammed in to another motorcycle,
creating a chain reaction that had two more bodies flinging up and
over the hood. Hammer leaned out the window and fired twice,
landing both shots before they fell on the other side.
    “Boo-yah bitch!” Zeus rose up to sit on the
open window seal and took out the short Mexican who still struggled
to right his bike and wobbled on his feet. He pumped the sawed-off
shotgun and split his wig, exploding brain matter in every
direction. With only one left standing, Sledge shoved the truck
into reverse and T-boned the driver, wincing as the body flung up
the hood. With one hand on the steering wheel and one hanging out
the window, he unloaded an entire clip on the lifeless fuck until a
river of blood slid the body to the ground with a thudding sound.
“That’s for putting the baby in danger, you fuckin’ wetback,” he
growled. Red and blues flashed in the distance, heading in their
direction. “We’ve got to get the fuck out of here. Not that I don’t
doubt our new alliance’s law connections, but there’s only so much
he can do. I highly doubt that this falls under the category of
cover ups.”
    “Get this truck to Roads. I’ll call Ironman
and tell him to get some Prospects over for a full clean up,”
Hammer said, clearing the chamber. While he talked on his cell, he
and Zeus loaded all the ammunition and weapons into a duffle bag
after wiping them clean and zipped it. With the weapons soon to be
wanted in a mass murder case, they had no option but to dump the
guns. While most everything they did kept that right and wrong line
blurred, this flat dumped a bottle of white out on the bitch. The
Savages had buyers lined out for all of the hot parts or weapons
after each use. The buyers weren’t thugs off the street or
insurgents waiting to use them against fellow American soldiers.
No. It was to that few special group of police officers and
detectives that needed a tie back to a past case in order to
complete a task in the clear. So many times a street hood with a
bad attitude decided to rape, torture, and ultimately kill a woman
could work the system and spend no longer than six months to a year
behind bars. Some of the cops were straight laced and stuck to the
legal system to the ‘T’, others walked in the grey zone more often
than not and did what was necessary to keep the streets safe. They
couldn’t go out and buy weapons off the street and help aid in more
criminal activity, so they worked with the Savages and turned a
blind eye to the illegal activities that went on. Because most
everything the club did had a purpose and revolved around making
the community safe, even the illegal fight club and happenings was
kept under the radar. Call it what you want, but in the bigger
scheme of things, it was all for the greater good.
    “Meet me at the