He lowered the gun and scrambled back toward his car. "Go, go! " he screamed to his men. But it was too late to outrun the angels. Frank laid his bike down, skidding to a halt in a cloud of dust and gravel blocking the exit.
He hopped off, pulling a heavy chain from his belt. Mercerer was already off his bike, a tire iron in hand. The suit and his men were trapped between the burning bar and 12 very angry bikers. Frank walked up to the suit. He didn't look at the fire.
He looked at the gun in the man's hand, then at Sarah, who was shivering against the wall. "You burned my bar," Frank said, his voice terrifyingly quiet. "And you shot my prospect. " "It's business," the suit yelled, panic, cracking his voice. "Just business.
We want the girl and the drive. "She ain't business," Frank said, wrapping the chain around his fist. "She's family. " The ensuing violence was short, brutal, and chaotic. Sarah slid down the wall, clutching the flash drive to her chest as the Hells Angels dismantled the attackers with the efficiency of a demolition crew.
When it was over, the suit was unconscious. His men were zip-tied and the fire department sirens were wailing in the distance. Frank walked over to "Sarah. " He was covered in soot, his knuckles bloody. He reached down and offered her a hand.
"You okay? " Sarah nodded, taking his hand. She pulled herself up. She reached into her shirt and pulled out the flash drive. "They want this," she said, her voice raspy from the smoke.
Gary stole their ledger. "It proves everything. Money laundering, extortion, maybe murder. " Frank took the drive. He looked at it, then at the burning building behind them.
The Iron Piston was gutted. The neon sign melted into a puddle of glass. "Mercer isn't going to like this," Frank said heavily. This brings heat. Federal heat.
" "I know," Sarah said. "I can leave. I'll take it and go. Frank looked at her. He looked at the wreckage of his club.
Then he looked at his men who were checking on Rat. You got nowhere to go, Sarah, Frank said. And neither do we. For now, the bar is gone. He put the drive in his pocket.
"Pack your things," Frank ordered. You're coming to the compound. We're going to war. The compound wasn't just a house. It was a statement of intent.