It’s a controlled takedown.
Rourke’s face goes white as he realizes what’s happening. He tries to run, sprinting toward his car like the damn coward he is.
But Victoria is faster.
She intercepts him, slamming him against the hood of his own vehicle with a force that has to be satisfying. His cheek hits metal, and she wrenches his arms behind his back.
“Captain Victor Rourke…” Victoria’s voice rings out, clear and cold. “You’re under arrest for conspiracy, corruption, murder,and trafficking.” She cuffs him herself, the metal clicking into place with brutal finality.
I hear the barely concealed satisfaction in her voice. Years of corruption, of looking the other way, of dirty cops making her job harder. For trying to find justice for her brother…
It all comes down to this moment.
Rourke twists, trying to look at her. “You can’t do this! Do you know who I am?”
“Yeah.” Victoria’s smile is as sharp as a blade. “A fucking criminal.”
Then Rourke sees me, standing in the shadows with my brothers. Recognition flares in his eyes, followed by rage. “You!” He struggles against the cuffs, spittle flying. “Youdid this!Youset me up!”
I step forward, hands in my pockets, my poker chip warm against my palm. I pull it out, flip it once, and catch it. Then I smile. “Marcus Delaney says hello from hell.”
Rourke’s face goes purple with fury, but Victoria is already dragging him toward a patrol car, Maria walking off with her reading Rourke his rights. Other officers are rounding up Alliance members, Lorenzo, Dante, the whole leadership structure that’s terrorized this city for years. I give a cocky two-fingered salute to Lorenzo as he passes me in cuffs, his eyes glaring me down like he wants to skin me alive.
Fuck it feels good to watch these assholes get what they deserve.
I mean, I would have preferred to handle it the club way, and left their corpses for the coyotes in the Mojave…
But jail time is just as good to get them off the streets.
Ghost’s voice crackles through the comms triumphantly. “Every news channel in Vegas is broadcasting this live. FBI is already en route. They can’t bury this now, Pres. No way they can cover it up.”
I watch while Jake Morrison and his crew capture everything. Rourke in handcuffs. The weapons. The money. Alliance members being arrested. The footage is damning, irrefutable, and it’s being streamed to thousands of viewers.
No backroom deals.
No sealed records.
No convenient accidents.
Just the truth, broadcast for everyone to see.
“Alliance leadership in custody,” Maria reports, her voice carrying across the lot. “Lower-level members are scattering, but their organization is crippled.”
I scan the area. No civilians hurt. No brothers injured.
Clean, professional, andfucking perfect.
Everything we planned.
Victoria appears at my side, her face flushed with adrenaline and relief. She doesn’t say anything, just leans against me, and I wrap an arm around her shoulders.
“It’s over,” she whispers. “Justice for my brother…finally.”
“Yeah.” I press a kiss to her temple. “It’s over, wildcat.”
Nitro walks up, grinning like a madman. “Holy shit, Pres. We actually did it. We took down a police captain and the fucking Alliance.”
“Wedidn’t do anything,” I correct, pocketing my chip. “The police did. We were just… concerned citizens providing information.”
