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0:00Three armed men kicked in the back door
0:02of a quiet suburban home expecting an
0:05easy score from a helpless 72-year-old
0:08widow.
0:09What they didn't know was that the sweet
0:11old woman they just tied to a chair
0:14had a son.
0:16A son who proudly wore the Death's Head
0:19patch of the Hells Angels.
0:21The Central Valley of California is a
0:23place of stark contrasts.
0:26On one side, you have the sprawling
0:28sun-baked agricultural fields that feed
0:31half the country. On the other, you have
0:33pockets of desperate suburban decay
0:36where the shadows hide people who have
0:38run out of luck, run out of time, and
0:41run out of options.
0:43Ricky Miller was one of those people.
0:45Ricky wasn't a criminal mastermind. He
0:48was a 31-year-old meth addict with a rap
0:51sheet consisting of petty theft,
0:53possession, and aggravated assault.
0:56He had sunken cheeks, erratic energy,
0:59and a debt of $15,000
1:01to a local cartel affiliate that was
1:03coming due by the end of the week. Ricky
1:06knew that if he didn't come up with the
1:07cash, he wasn't going to end up in a
1:09jail cell. He was going to end up in a
1:11shallow grave out in the Mojave Desert.
1:15He needed a crew, and he needed a score.
1:18He recruited Craig Davis, a hulking,
1:21slow-witted bouncer who had recently
1:23been fired from a dive bar for breaking
1:26a patron's jaw, and Leo Stanton, a
1:29twitchy mechanic with a suspended
1:31license and a beat-up black Chevy Tahoe.
1:34Together, they were a ticking time bomb
1:37of stupidity and desperation. They spent
1:403 days cruising the quiet, aging
1:43neighborhoods of Oildale, just north of
1:45Bakersfield, looking for the perfect
1:48target. They didn't want to hit a
1:50business, too many cameras, too many
1:52alarms, too much police presence. They
1:55wanted a residential hit. an easy mark,
1:59a soft target.
2:01That's when Ricky spotted her.
2:03Her name was Margaret O'Connor, though
2:05everyone in her neighborhood just called
2:07her Peggy. She was 72 years old, barely
2:105 ft tall, and walked with the
2:13assistance of a silver aluminum cane.
2:16Ricky watched from the idling Tahoe as
2:19Peggy slowly retrieved her mail from the
2:21rusted box at the end of her driveway on
2:24Maplewood Drive.
2:26Her house sat at the very end of a
2:28dead-end cul-de-sac, surrounded by
2:30overgrown oleander bushes that provided
2:33perfect natural cover from the street.
2:36The paint on the house was peeling. The
2:38driveway had weeds sprouting through the
2:40concrete cracks, and there were no
2:42security company signs stabbed into the
2:45front lawn.
2:46No cameras tucked under the eaves, no
2:49large dog barking at the fence.
2:52Look at her.
2:53Ricky muttered, tapping the steering
2:55wheel.
2:56Living all alone in that three-bedroom
2:58house.
2:59Husband's probably dead.
3:01Kids probably never visit.
3:03Old people like that, they don't trust
3:06banks.
3:07They keep cash under the mattress,
3:09jewelry in the cedar chest, social
3:12security money tucked into coffee cans.
3:15You sure she lives alone? Craig asked
3:18from the backseat, his thick neck
3:20straining as he peered out the tinted
3:22window.
3:23I've been watching her for 2 days.
3:26Ricky lied, trying to project a
3:28confidence he didn't feel.
3:30She leaves at 10:00 in the morning to go
3:32to the pharmacy, comes back at 11:00,
3:35doesn't leave the house again.
3:37Lights go out at 9:00 p.m. sharp.
3:40It's a ghost town, Craig. It's free
3:43money.
3:45They staked out Peggy's house for the
3:46next 48 hours to confirm Ricky's theory.
3:49To their untrained eyes, everything
3:52looked perfect. The house was
3:54practically isolated by the thick brush
3:56and the dead-end street.
3:58Peggy moved slowly, visibly fragile.
4:02What the three thugs didn't notice, what
4:04they were entirely too amateur to pick
4:06up on, were the subtle inconsistencies
4:09in the picture they were painting. They
4:11didn't notice the heavy-duty reinforced
4:13steel frame around the front door,
4:15painted to look like standard wood.
4:18They didn't notice that the overgrown
4:20bushes were meticulously trimmed near
4:22the windows to prevent anyone from
4:25hiding directly against the glass. And
4:27most importantly, they didn't know about
4:30Sunday dinners. Because if Ricky had
4:32staked out the house on a Sunday, he
4:34would have seen a pack of 30 heavily
4:37tattooed, leather-clad men riding
4:40customized Harley-Davidson motorcycles
4:43rumbling down Maplewood Drive.
4:46He would have seen them park in a
4:47perfectly staggered line in front of
4:49Peggy's peeling house.
4:51He would have seen massive men with
4:53names like Iron Knuckles and Breaker
4:57respectfully taking off their cuts and
4:59kissing the 72-year-old woman on the
5:01cheek, calling her Mama Peg.
5:05Peggy O'Connor was not just a sweet old
5:07widow.
5:08She was the mother of Thomas "Tommy Gun"
5:11O'Connor, the sergeant-at-arms for one
5:13of the most notoriously violent and
5:16fiercely loyal Hells Angels charters on
5:19the West Coast.
5:20Tommy was a man who had survived two
5:22prison stints, a turf war in the late
5:25'90s,
5:26and a stabbing that left a jagged scar
5:29from his ear to his collarbone.
5:31He loved two things in this world with
5:34absolute, terrifying devotion: his
5:37motorcycle club and his mother. But
5:40Ricky, Craig, and Leo didn't know any of
5:42that.
5:43All they saw was an old woman with a
5:45cane and a house that looked like a
5:48giant ATM waiting to be cracked open.
5:52"We do it Thursday night." Ricky
5:53declared lighting a cigarette in the
5:55Tahoe. "2:00 a.m. The weather forecast
5:58says there's a thunderstorm rolling in.
6:00The rain will cover the noise. Leo, you
6:02keep the engine running at the end of
6:04the street. Craig, you're with me. We
6:06get in. We get the cash. We get out. If
6:09the old bat wakes up, you let me handle
6:12her."
6:13Craig grunted his agreement. Leo just
6:16stared out the window chewing his
6:18fingernails down to the quick.
6:20They thought they were the wolves
6:22closing in on a sheep.
6:24They had no idea they were walking
6:26blindly into the den of a grizzly bear.
6:30Thursday night arrived with a vengeance.
6:33The Central Valley, usually bone dry,
6:35was being hammered by a freak autumn
6:37storm. The rain lashed against the
6:39windshield of the Chevy Tahoe in sheets
6:42obscuring the streetlights and turning
6:44maple wood drive into a pitch-black
6:47shimmering river.
6:49Thunder rumbled in the distance, a low
6:51menacing growl that perfectly masked the
6:54sound of the Tahoe's engine as Leo
6:57parked near the drainage ditch at the
6:59end of the cul-de-sac.
7:01"All right." Ricky said, zipping up his
7:03black hoodie and checking the chamber of
7:05his stolen 9 mm pistol.
7:10"10 minutes in and out. Put your mask
7:12on." Craig pulled a cheap neoprene ski
7:15mask over his massive head and grabbed a
7:18crowbar from the floorboards. The two
7:20men slipped out of the vehicle into the
7:22freezing rain moving quickly through the
7:25shadows of the overgrown oleander
7:27bushes. The property was dead silent
7:30save for the rhythmic drumming of the
7:31rain.
7:33Ricky moved to the side of the house
7:35locating the old telephone junction box.
7:38With a quick snip of his wire cutters,
7:40the house's landline was dead.
7:43They crept to the back patio. The
7:45sliding glass door looked ancient. The
7:48track filled with years of dirt.
7:51Craig raised the crowbar, wedged it
7:53between the frame and the door, and
7:55applied his massive weight.
7:57With a sharp muffled crack that was
7:59swallowed by a sudden clap of thunder,
8:02the locking mechanism snapped.
8:04The door slid open with a metallic
8:06groan. They stepped into the kitchen.
8:09The house smelled like cinnamon, old
8:12paper, and lavender.
8:14It was suffocatingly normal. "Check the
8:16living room." Ricky whispered, pointing
8:18his gun into the darkness.
8:20"I'm going to the master bedroom. Find
8:23the valuables."
8:24Craig began tearing through the living
8:26room, opening drawers, tipping over a
8:28small writing desk, and pulling cushions
8:31off the floral sofa.
8:33He was clumsy and loud, driven by
8:36adrenaline.
8:37Ricky moved down the hallway, the
8:39floorboards creaking under his wet
8:41sneakers.
8:43He pushed open the door to the master
8:44bedroom. In the dim light filtering
8:47through the window blinds, he saw a lump
8:49under the quilts on the queen-size bed.
8:52Ricky stepped forward, grabbed the edge
8:55of the quilt, and ripped it back,
8:57shoving the barrel of his 9-mm directly
9:00into the face of Peggy O'Connell.
9:04"Wake up, Grandma."
9:06Ricky hissed, his finger twitching on
9:08the trigger. "Don't scream. Don't make a
9:11sound. You make a sound, and I paint
9:13this wall with your brains.
9:16Understand?"
9:18Peggy blinked her eyes, adjusting to the
9:20darkness. Most people, especially a
9:2372-year-old woman living alone, would
9:26have hyperventilated.
9:28They would have cried, begged for their
9:30life, or fainted.
9:32Peggy did none of those things. She
9:34looked at the gun,
9:36then looked at Ricky's masked face.
9:39She slowly sat up against the headboard,
9:41pulling her floral nightgown tight
9:44across her shoulders.
9:46"You boys have made a terrible mistake."
9:48Peggy said.
9:50Her voice wasn't shaking. It was calm,
9:53almost tired.
9:55Ricky laughed a harsh, jagged sound.
9:58"The only mistake is if you don't tell
10:00me where the cash is, lady.
10:02I know you got it.
10:04Where's the safe?"
10:06"There is no safe." Peggy replied,
10:09folding her hands in her lap.
10:11"Just a few hundred dollars in my purse
10:13in the kitchen. Take it.
10:15Take the television.
10:17Take whatever you want and leave
10:19immediately.
10:20For your own sake."
10:22"Shut up."
10:24Ricky pressed the gun harder against her
10:26cheek.
10:27"Don't play games with me.
10:29Where's the jewelry?"
10:31Suddenly, a loud crash echoed from the
10:34hallway. Craig had kicked open a locked
10:36door opposite the master bedroom.
10:38"Ricky!"
10:39Craig's voice boomed down the hall,
10:42lacking any of the required stealth.
10:45"Ricky, get in here.
10:47You got to see this."
10:48"Watch her."
10:49Ricky growled to Craig as the big man
10:52lumbered into the bedroom doorway
10:54holding the crowbar.
10:56Ricky backed out of the room and crossed
10:57the hallway, stepping into the room
10:59Craig had just forced open.
11:02Ricky reached up and flicked the light
11:04switch. The fluorescent bulbs hummed to
11:06life, bathing the room in stark,
11:08unforgiving light.
11:10Ricky froze.
11:12The air left his lungs in a sharp, icy
11:14rush.
11:16It wasn't a spare bedroom. It wasn't an
11:18office. It was a shrine.
11:21The walls were painted a deep crimson
11:23red and bone white.
11:26Directly in front of him, hanging
11:28perfectly on a custom wooden rack, was a
11:30heavy leather vest. On the back, staring
11:33right at him, was the winged skull
11:35wearing a motorcycle helmet, the
11:37internationally recognized Death's Head
11:40logo of the Hells Angels Motorcycle
11:43Club.
11:44Above the skull was the top rocker
11:46reading Hells Angels and below it the
11:50bottom rocker reading California.
11:54But it was the patches on the front that
11:56made Ricky's stomach violently drop.
12:00Sergeant at Arms
12:02and beneath that a smaller
12:04diamond-shaped patch that read Filthy
12:07Few. Even a low-level street rat like
12:10Ricky knew what the Filthy Few patch
12:13meant.
12:14It wasn't given out for riding a lot of
12:16miles. It was earned in blood.
12:19It meant the man who wore this vest had
12:22killed for the club.
12:24Ricky's eyes frantically scanned the
12:26room. Framed photographs covered the
12:29walls. Dozens of massive bearded men
12:32holding shotguns and assault rifles
12:34posing in front of clubhouses. In the
12:36center of almost every photo was a
12:39towering man with a thick red beard, a
12:42scarred face, and cold dead eyes.
12:45On the desk sat a heavy customized
12:481911.45
12:50caliber pistol, a stack of cash, and a
12:53massive combat knife.
12:56Ricky.
12:57Craig said from the hallway, his voice
12:59suddenly trembling. Ricky, who does this
13:02belong to?
13:03Ricky couldn't speak. His hands began to
13:06shake violently.
13:08He suddenly realized why the front door
13:10had a steel frame,
13:12why there was no security system. You
13:14don't need an alarm company when your
13:16house is under the protection of the
13:19Hells Angels.
13:20We need to leave, Ricky whispered, the
13:23reality of the situation crushing his
13:25chest.
13:26We need to leave right now.
13:29He turned back toward the master
13:30bedroom.
13:32Peggy was still sitting on the bed.
13:34She wasn't looking at Ricky or Craig.
13:37She was looking past them toward the
13:38front of the house.
13:40Over the sound of the driving rain and
13:43the rolling thunder, a new sound
13:45emerged. It started as a low, guttural
13:48thrumming in the distance.
13:50It grew louder, heavier, vibrating the
13:53glass in the window panes.
13:55It was the distinct, uneven roaring idle
13:58of a massive Harley-Davidson V-twin
14:00engine.
14:01The sound crept up the cul-de-sac,
14:04completely masking the noise of Leo's
14:06idling Tahoe, and turned into Peggy's
14:09driveway.
14:10The piercing beam of a single motorcycle
14:13headlight swept across the living room
14:15window, casting long, terrifying shadows
14:18across the walls. Tommy Tommy gun.
14:22O'Conner wasn't supposed to be there.
14:24But a dispute with a rival club in
14:26Fresno had wrapped up early, and the
14:28rain was coming down too hard to make it
14:31all the way to his own cabin in the
14:33foothills.
14:34He had decided to crash in his childhood
14:36bedroom.
14:38The engine cut off outside. Heavy
14:40leather boots hit the concrete driveway.
14:43Inside the house, Ricky and Craig stood
14:45paralyzed in the hallway.
14:47The front door handle began to jiggle.
14:49Peggy looked up at Ricky, a look of
14:51genuine, profound pity in her eyes.
14:55I told you. She whispered softly.
14:58My son is going to be very upset.
15:02The heavy brass handle of the front door
15:04rattled a sharp, metallic clatter that
15:07cut through the agonizing silence of the
15:09hallway.
15:10For Ricky and Craig, time seemed to slow
15:12to a terrifying crawl. The ambient
15:15sounds of the storm outside, the
15:17relentless driving sheets of rain
15:19pounding against the roof,
15:21the low, guttural rumble of thunder
15:23rolling across the San Joaquin Valley
15:26suddenly faded into the background.
15:30All they could hear was the frantic
15:32hammering rhythm of their own terrified
15:34heartbeats.
15:36On the porch, Tommy "Tommy Gun" O'Connor
15:39paused. He was a mountain of a man,
15:42standing 6-ft-4 and weighing 260 lb
15:46wrapped in heavy rain-slicked leather.
15:49His massive hands, scarred from decades
15:52of bare-knuckle brawls and barroom
15:54altercations, rested on the doorknob.
15:57His instincts, honed by years of
16:00surviving the treacherous, violent
16:01underworld of outlaw motorcycle clubs,
16:04were screaming at him.
16:06Something was profoundly, inherently
16:08wrong.
16:09Tommy noticed the small things first.
16:12The front porch light, which his mother
16:14kept meticulously maintained and
16:16illuminated every single night without
16:18fail, was completely dark. The bulb
16:22hadn't just burned out. The glass casing
16:24was shattered, leaving jagged shards
16:27littering the welcome mat.
16:29He lowered his gaze.
16:30In the dim glow of the distant
16:32streetlights, he saw muddy footprints
16:35stamped onto the concrete porch.
16:38They were large, frantic prints, the
16:40tread pattern of cheap sneakers
16:42completely out of place at the home of a
16:4472-year-old woman who wore orthopedic
16:47shoes.
16:49He didn't pull his Instead, Tommy
16:52silently reached under his heavy leather
16:54coat, bypassing the saturated denim of
16:57his jacket, and wrapped his massive
16:59fingers around the textured grip of the
17:01customized Glock 21 tucked into his
17:04waistband.
17:05He drew the weapon with practiced, fluid
17:07grace, keeping it pressed close to his
17:10chest to maintain weapons retention.
17:13Inside the hallway, Craig's massive
17:15chest was heaving. He gripped the cold
17:18iron of the crowbar so tightly his
17:20knuckles turned a sickening shade of
17:22white. What do we do, Ricky?
17:25He whispered, his voice cracking
17:26completely devoid of the bravado he had
17:29displayed just 20 minutes prior.
17:33We got to run. We got to get out the
17:34back.
17:36Shut up. Ricky hissed, his eyes darting
17:39frantically between the front door and
17:41the master bedroom where Peggy sat
17:43watching them with icy unwavering calm.
17:47If we run now, he sees us.
17:50He shoots us in the back.
17:52We wait.
17:54We ambush him.
17:56Ricky was operating on pure
17:58unadulterated desperation. The
18:00methamphetamine in his system combined
18:03with the catastrophic adrenaline dump
18:05had completely fried his ability to
18:07think rationally.
18:09He believed in his chemically altered
18:11state that he and a lumbering
18:13slow-witted bouncer could somehow
18:16outmaneuver the sergeant-at-arms of the
18:18Hells Angels.
18:20It was a fatal miscalculation.
18:22The front door didn't swing open with a
18:24dramatic crash. Instead, there was a
18:27deafening splintering boom as Tommy
18:30simply kicked the heavy oak door
18:32completely off its reinforced steel
18:34hinges. The sheer concussive force of
18:36the kick sent the solid wood door flying
18:39inward, slamming into the drywall of the
18:41entryway, and showering the floor in a
18:44cloud of white plaster dust.
18:48Through the dust and the shadows stepped
18:50Tommy O'Connor.
18:52He looked less like a man and more like
18:55a mythological creature forged from
18:57violence and rage. His soaking wet hair
19:01clung to his forehead framing eyes that
19:04were pitch black and completely devoid
19:06of human warmth.
19:08He scanned the living room in a fraction
19:09of a second, clearing his corners like a
19:12seasoned tactical operator.
19:14He saw the overturned furniture, the
19:16ransacked drawers, and the muddy
19:18footprints leading directly down the
19:20hallway toward his mother's bedroom.
19:22A primal, terrifying growl rumbled deep
19:26within Tommy's chest. It was the sound
19:28of a predator realizing its den had been
19:31violated. Craig, go! Ricky screamed,
19:35shoving the massive bouncer forward into
19:37the hallway.
19:38Craig, driven blindly by fear, charged
19:41down the narrow corridor with a guttural
19:44roar, raising the heavy steel crowbar
19:47high above his head, aiming a lethal
19:49strike directly at Tommy's skull.
19:52Tommy didn't flinch. He didn't step
19:54back. He didn't even raise his firearm
19:57to shoot. To Tommy, discharging a weapon
19:59inside his mother's house was a sign of
20:02disrespect. He chose a much more
20:04intimate, brutal response.
20:07As Craig brought the crowbar crashing
20:09down, Tommy simply pivoted his hips,
20:12slipping inside the arc of the weapon.
20:15The heavy steel slammed into the
20:17floorboards, missing Tommy entirely.
20:19Before Craig could recover his balance,
20:22Tommy dropped his Glock, stepped into
20:24Craig's guard, and drove his right elbow
20:26directly into the center of Craig's face
20:29with the devastating force of a freight
20:31train. The sickening crunch of bone
20:34echoing down the hallway was horrific.
20:37Craig's nose shattered instantly,
20:39cartilage compressing under the
20:41devastating impact. The giant bouncer's
20:44eyes rolled completely back into his
20:46head, his legs instantly turning to
20:48absolute jelly.
20:51But Tommy wasn't finished. He reached
20:53out, grabbed a fistful of Craig's cheap,
20:55soaked hoodie, and drove his knee
20:58upward, catching the collapsing man
21:00flush on the jaw.
21:02Craig's teeth clicked together with a
21:04terrible snap, and his massive body
21:06crumpled to the floor in a heap of dead
21:09weight. The fight was over in less than
21:112 seconds.
21:12Ricky watched the display of sheer
21:14overwhelming violence in absolute
21:17horror.
21:18The gun in his hand felt like a lead
21:20weight. His breath caught in his throat
21:23as Tommy slowly stepped over Craig's
21:25unconscious bleeding body and locked his
21:28dead terrifying eyes directly onto
21:31Ricky.
21:32"You have exactly 3 seconds to put that
21:34gun on the floor."
21:36Tommy said.
21:37His voice wasn't raised. It wasn't a
21:39yell.
21:40It was a low, gravelly whisper that
21:42promised unimaginable pain.
21:45"One."
21:46>> [clears throat]
21:47>> Ricky panicked. His mind snapped.
21:50Instead of dropping the weapon, he did
21:52the single most foolish, catastrophic
21:54thing a human being could possibly do in
21:57that situation.
21:59He backed into the master bedroom,
22:01lunged forward, grabbed his 72-year-old
22:04mother, Peggy O'Connor, by the collar of
22:07her floral nightgown, and jammed the
22:10barrel of his stolen 9-mm pistol
22:13directly against her temple.
22:16"Stay back!" Ricky shrieked, his voice
22:19pitching into an erratic, hysterical
22:21frequency.
22:22"I swear to God, I'll blow her head off.
22:24I'll do it. Back up. Back the hell up
22:26right now."
22:28Tommy stopped dead in his tracks at the
22:30threshold of the bedroom.
22:32The temperature in the room seemed to
22:34drop 20°.
22:36His massive shoulders tensed, the
22:37leather of his jacket creaking under the
22:40sudden, immense strain of his shifting
22:42muscles.
22:44For a terrifyingly long moment, nobody
22:46moved. The only sound was the howling
22:49wind outside and the frantic, shallow
22:51gasps of Ricky's breathing.
22:54But Peggy O'Connor didn't gasp. She
22:56didn't cry out. She simply looked at her
22:59son, giving him a nearly imperceptible
23:01nod.
23:02Ricky's hands were shaking violently,
23:05the metal barrel of the gun rattling
23:07against Peggy's cheekbone.
23:09"Tell him to back off." Ricky screamed,
23:12sweat pouring down his hollowed,
23:14desperate face.
23:16"Tell your maniac son to get out of the
23:18way, or you're dead."
23:21Tommy stood perfectly still, his massive
23:23frame blocking the only exit from the
23:26hallway.
23:27He didn't raise his hands in surrender.
23:29He simply stared at Ricky with a cold,
23:32analytical detachment that was
23:34infinitely more terrifying than outright
23:36rage.
23:38"What's your name, kid?"
23:40Tommy asked, his voice steady,
23:42projecting an eerie, unnatural calm.
23:45"Shut up. It doesn't matter what my name
23:47is." Ricky yelled, adjusting his grip on
23:50the frightened woman.
23:52"Move."
23:53"It matters."
23:54Tommy replied softly, taking one
23:57deliberate, slow step forward. "Because
23:59when my brothers get here, and they are
24:01coming, they're going to want to know
24:03the name of the man who decided to put a
24:06loaded gun to the head of the mother of
24:09a Hell's Angel.
24:11They're going to want to know what to
24:13carve into the headstone."
24:16Ricky swallowed hard, his throat dry as
24:18sandpaper.
24:20"I don't care about your club. I have to
24:23pay a debt. I owe the Mendoza cartel 15
24:26grand by tomorrow morning, or I'm a dead
24:29man anyway.
24:31If I don't walk out of here with money,
24:33my life is over." A dark, cruel smile
24:36slowly crept across Tommy's scarred
24:38face. It was a smile completely devoid
24:41of humor, a chilling expression that
24:44made Ricky's blood run cold.
24:47"The Mendoza cartel."
24:49Tommy chuckled softly, a low, rumbling
24:52sound that vibrated with malice.
24:55"Hector Mendoza operates out of the auto
24:58body shop on Fifth and Elm.
25:01He runs meth through the Central Valley.
25:03You know how he gets his product across
25:05the state lines?
25:07He pays our charter a 20% tax for
25:10protection on the highways. Hector
25:13Mendoza answers to me, you stupid little
25:15junkie.
25:17Ricky froze.
25:18His frantic mind struggled to process
25:21the information. If you shoot my mother,
25:24Tommy continued, taking another slow,
25:26methodical [clears throat] step forward,
25:28closing the distance.
25:30I won't kill you.
25:32That would be too fast. I'll make one
25:34phone call to Hector.
25:35I'll tell him you tried to rob my
25:37family.
25:38Do you have any idea what Hector will do
25:40to you to keep peace with the Hells
25:43Angels?
25:44The cartel won't just kill you, kid.
25:46They will take weeks to do it.
25:49They will find everyone you have ever
25:51cared about, everyone you have ever
25:53known,
25:54and they will butcher them in front of
25:56you.
25:57Ricky's grip on Peggy loosened slightly.
26:00The sheer, overwhelming gravity of his
26:02mistake was crashing down upon him.
26:05He had walked into a residential
26:07neighborhood looking for a soft target,
26:09and he had unwittingly placed himself
26:11directly into the crosshairs of two of
26:13the most ruthless criminal organizations
26:16on the West Coast. You drop the gun
26:19right now.
26:20Tommy said, his voice dropping to a
26:22dangerous, absolute whisper.
26:25And maybe just maybe I let you walk out
26:27that front door in one piece.
26:30It was a lie, of course. Tommy O'Connor
26:33had never let a slight go unpunished in
26:35his entire life, let alone an assault on
26:38his mother.
26:39But to a desperate, terrified addict
26:42like Ricky, it sounded like a golden
26:44ticket to salvation.
26:46Ricky looked at the gun in his hand. He
26:49looked at the massive, scarred biker
26:51blocking his path. He looked at the
26:53sweet, silent old woman he was holding
26:56hostage. The adrenaline was fading,
26:59leaving nothing but an overwhelming
27:01hollow exhaustion.
27:03Outside, the situation was rapidly
27:05deteriorating for their third
27:07accomplice, Leo.
27:10Sitting nervously in the idling Chevy
27:12Tahoe at the end of the cul-de-sac, Leo
27:14had watched the lone motorcycle arrive.
27:17He had seen the giant man kick in the
27:19front door.
27:21Panic had consumed him entirely. He
27:23slammed the SUV into gear, intending to
27:26abandon his crew and speed off into the
27:29night.
27:30But as Leo hit the gas, the darkness at
27:32the opposite end of the street suddenly
27:34erupted with blinding light.
27:37Four massive black pickup trucks lifted
27:40and adorned with heavy steel ramming
27:42bumpers turned onto Maplewood Drive,
27:45completely blocking the exit. The
27:47roaring engines of the trucks drowned
27:49out the storm.
27:51High beam spotlights clicked on,
27:53blinding Leo completely. Dozens of men
27:56wearing heavy leather cuts adorned with
27:59the death's head patch piled out into
28:01the pouring rain.
28:03They didn't shout. They didn't call the
28:06police. They simply marched toward the
28:08Tahoe with baseball bats, heavy chains,
28:12and silent, terrifying purpose.
28:15Tommy's brothers had arrived. Inside the
28:17bedroom, Ricky heard the heavy crunch of
28:19glass and the muffled screams coming
28:22from the street. He didn't need to look
28:24out the window to know what was
28:26happening. His getaway driver was
28:27currently being dismantled.
28:30His spirit finally broke.
28:33With a pathetic whimpering sob, Ricky
28:35lowered the 9-mm pistol.
28:38He uncurled his arm from around Peggy's
28:40neck and dropped the heavy firearm onto
28:43the soft carpet.
28:45He raised his trembling hands in the
28:47air, falling to his knees on the floor
28:50of the master bedroom.
28:52"I'm sorry."
28:54Ricky sobbed, tears mixing with the
28:56sweat on his face.
28:58"I'm so sorry.
28:59Please.
29:01Please don't kill me."
29:03Tommy didn't say a word. He calmly
29:05walked past Ricky, entirely ignoring the
29:08weeping thug.
29:10He knelt down beside the bed, wrapping
29:12his massive arms around his mother.
29:15"Are you okay, Mama?"
29:17Tommy asked, his voice suddenly
29:19transforming from a terrifying roar to a
29:22gentle, loving murmur.
29:25Peggy smiled, reaching up to pat her
29:27son's wet, leather-clad shoulder.
29:30"I'm perfectly fine, Thomas.
29:32Though I am rather upset about the front
29:34door."
29:35"I'll fix the door tomorrow, Mama."
29:37Tommy smiled back, kissing her forehead
29:40gently. He stood up, turning his
29:42attention back to Ricky, who was still
29:44kneeling on the floor, weeping
29:46uncontrollably.
29:48The warmth vanished from Tommy's eyes,
29:51instantly replaced by the cold, dead
29:53stare of the sergeant-at-arms.
29:56"Get up." Tommy commanded.
29:58"You said
29:59You said you'd let me go."
30:01Ricky stammered, scrambling backward on
30:03his hands and knees.
30:05"I lied." Tommy stated flatly. He
30:08reached down, grabbed Ricky by the
30:10collar of his wet hoodie, and hoisted
30:12the grown man off the floor with one
30:15arm, as easily as if he were a
30:17misbehaving child. Tommy dragged Ricky
30:20out of the bedroom, past the groaning,
30:22bloody mass of Craig, still lying on the
30:25hallway floor, and marched him toward
30:28the shattered front door.
30:30Outside, the storm raged on, but the
30:33cul-de-sac was now illuminated by the
30:35headlights of the club's trucks. Dozens
30:38of heavily armed, fiercely loyal Hells
30:40Angels stood in the driving rain waiting
30:43patiently.
30:44Leo was already bound and gagged in the
30:47back of one of the vehicles, his Tahoe
30:49completely destroyed. Tommy dragged
30:52Ricky out onto the porch, throwing him
30:54violently down the concrete steps into
30:56the mud of the front yard.
30:58Ricky scrambled in the dirt looking up
31:00at the wall of leather-clad giants
31:02surrounding him.
31:04There was no mercy in their eyes. There
31:06was no police siren in the distance to
31:08save him.
31:09There was only the harsh reality of
31:11street justice.
31:14Boys!
31:15Tommy yelled over the roaring thunder,
31:17gesturing to Ricky and the house behind
31:19him.
31:20Clean up the mess in the hallway and put
31:22these three in the trucks. We're going
31:24to take a long drive out to the desert.
31:26We need to have a little chat with
31:28Hector Mendoza about managing his
31:30employees. As the massive bikers closed
31:33in on Ricky, pulling him into the
31:35absolute darkness of the stormy night,
31:37Peggy O'Connor stood quietly at her
31:40shattered front door, leaning gently on
31:43her aluminum cane.
31:45She watched her son handle the club's
31:47business with a quiet, undisturbed sigh.
31:51She turned back toward her kitchen,
31:53completely unfazed by the violence,
31:56mentally calculating if she had enough
31:58eggs and flour to bake a cake for the
32:00club's Sunday dinner. After all, the
32:02boys were always so hungry after a long
32:05ride.
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