He knew this wasn’t “get arrested” trouble.
This was “you don’t come back” trouble.
They got shoved into the back in a heap of bodies and fear.
Wrecker stood at the open doors with Pipe beside him.Cole and I flanked the other side, our silhouettes blocking the parking lot lights.
Jonas twisted as much as he could, anger finding its way back in.“You’re gonna pay for this!”
Wrecker smiled like he’d heard a toddler threaten to run away.“No one’s gonna know you’re missing.”
Dusty’s expression flickered.
“No one’s gonna know you were even here,” Wrecker added, his voice calm as ice.“And if Yogi’s smart, he’ll keep playing dumb and stay far away from us.”
Pipe leaned in slightly.“Because if he doesn’t…”
He didn’t finish the sentence.
He didn’t need to.
Wrecker slammed the doors shut.
The sound echoed.
Final.
Junior put the van in gear.
Pipe looked at Wrecker.“I’ll go with him.”
Wrecker’s eyebrows lifted.“You sure?”
Pipe nodded once.“I don’t mind taking out the fucking garbage.”
He bumped fists with Wrecker, then looked at Cole and me.“See you back at the clubhouse.”
Cole nodded.“Be safe.”
Pipe climbed into the passenger seat.
The van pulled away, tires crunching gravel, then rolled toward the highway, taillights shrinking until they were just two red dots swallowed by darkness.
We stood there beside our bikes, the night air suddenly too quiet again.
“It’s fucking done,” Wrecker said.
“Yeah,” I answered, voice rough.“Finally.”
Cole exhaled slowly.“No one’s gonna miss those dumbasses.”
I watched the empty road where the van had disappeared, then looked at Wrecker.“What about Yogi?”
Wrecker shrugged.“Fuck him.He’s a lying asshole.If he’s smart, he’ll never sniff around us.”
Cole swung his leg over his bike.“And if he’s not smart?”
Wrecker’s smile turned sharp.“Then we teach him.”