Chapter 5: The Final Judgment
The bikers were beginning to panic, the youngest among them whimpering as he looked at the wall of SUVs outside. The sheer weight of the force Elias commanded was crushing.
Elias walked over to the counter and picked up a clean rag, wiping his cup. "I don't believe in senseless violence, Jax. That’s for the amateurs—the ones who don't have the stomach for true control. But I do believe in consequences."
He gestured to the door. "Your bikes have been seized. Your illicit inventory has been incinerated in the desert. Your records are currently being uploaded to the FBI’s regional field office and the local Sheriff’s desk—the one you thought you’d bought. It turns out, he was only waiting for the highest bidder."
Jax’s jaw dropped. "You can't do this! We’ll kill you!"
Elias just smiled, a thin, humorless line. "You’ve had ten minutes to try. My men have had sniper sights on your hearts since you walked through that door. You are already dead; you just haven't realized it yet."
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The bikers slumped, their spirits completely broken. The aura of the Iron Vipers had been dismantled, not with a brawl, but with the ruthless efficiency of a man who had once run the world’s most powerful shadow organization. Elias had shown them that their power was an illusion, while his was a reality built on decades of calculated strategy.
"You have two choices," Elias said, his voice lowering to a whisper. "You leave this town tonight and never return, or you wait for the authorities to arrive and spend the next thirty years in a cage. Choose quickly. My patience is not as deep as my reach."
