Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
“Do you remember me?” FBI Agent Gray Stone stood in front of the prisoner. The man was secured in the hospital. By secured—he was cuffed. With guards on either side of him.
Winston Striker squinted up at him.
“Grayson Stone,” he said. Just in case he needed an introduction, but Gray suspected that the prisoner definitely remembered him.
Disgust twisted Winston’s face.
“You’re under arrest,” Gray informed him. He’d actually told the guy this before, but he had to make sure that Winston was actually aware of the words this time. So he rattled off the man’s rights. Made sure Winston knew he could get an attorney. The whole spiel.
“What in the hell am I being charged with?” Winston glared at him.
Oh? Had Winston missed that part? “The FBI has connected you to four bombings that occurred across the US within the last few years. There is also the drug running, the illegal weapons trade, and the murders. We have you and Bayne Hendrix on record confessing to those crimes.”
“Bayne…” A low growl.
“He’s dead.” Gray inclined his head as he delivered that bit of news. “Pretty sure he was dead before the blast. But, yeah, dead. Two other men in your crew were also killed.”
Winston’s eyes narrowed. “And Cass?”
“What do you think happened to him?”
Gruff, hoarse laughter. “I think that prick believed me when I said he had two minutes. I think he went to hell—and I think that bitch FBI agent went with him.”
Gray’s jaw locked. “There are lots of definitions when it comes to hell.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about hell.” Another nod. “You’re about to visit your own hell. With the charges that we have against you, with the evidence, with the recorded confession, you aren’t going to walk. You will be locked away for the rest of your life.”
More of that hoarse laughter. “Like I’m scared of prison.”
“People died in those bombs that you set across the US. Additionally, with that sick-ass killing game that you were playing, you murdered people in half a dozen states. States with the death penalty. You have more than cold prison bars to fear.” His head tilted to the side.
“You’re not going to have any power in prison. ”
“I have power everywhere.”
“So does Cass.” Low.
Some of the smug cockiness faded from Winston’s eyes. “He died.”
Gray didn’t speak.
“If he didn’t die in that blast, he will be dead. He can’t turn evidence over to the Feds and expect the Strikers and the other crews to just let him walk. You don’t walk away from the MCs!”
Actually, sometimes, you did.
You just had to know the right people.
People…like me.