The other two started reaching behind their backs, and I saw the glint of cold metal catch the streetlight behind them.
“Cap!” I shouted again. “Cap, they have guns.”
“Yeah, Cap. We have guns,” Wesson said in a mocking tone. “What’s your pitiful little knife going to do?”
“Slit your throat while I put a bullet between both of their eyes.”
Wesson went stark still, realizing that Cap had somehow also taken his gun, and the barrel was pushing against his imaginary spine that all Hell’s Artillery men had.
“Have them stand down,” Cap ordered.
From the looks of the other two men’s faces, they were at best, members, not even part of the main MC. I think one may even be a prospect. He didn’t look as menacing as Wesson and the other guy did.
“Trigger, Westerby, stand down. Our little friend has tricks up his sleeve.”
The other two men lowered their guns, and Cap pushed Wesson forward, still holding his gun.
“I’m taking this,” he stated. “And this,” he added, holding both the knife and gun in his hand. “Then I’m going to get in my car and leave.”
“You ain’t taking my gun,” Wesson snapped, brow furrowing, eyes narrowed into slits.
“Watch me,” Cap stated, just as Wesson grabbed one of the guy’s guns and fired a shot, missing Cap completely.
“Damn, for a club that calls themselves gunslingers, you sure can’t hit the broad side of a barn,” Cap taunted.
Before Wesson could fire another shot, blue and red lights swirled to life, a siren breaking the standoff between the four men.
“Fuck! Cops!” Wesson motioned for the other two guys to hop on their bikes. “This isn’t over, Starboy.”
“Then you shouldn’t have started the war,” Cap volleyed back, his hand never dropping. “Wesson saw the cop turn the corner, and he raced over to his bike, jumping on the back of it before tearing out of the parking lot. One cop took off after them, while another came rushing up to Cap, barely stopping inches away from Archer’s Charger.
“Get on the ground!” the cop ordered.
Cap carefully hit the ground, pushing both the gun and knife toward the cop. “I’m unarmed,” he stated as the cop picked up the gun with a pencil, and the knife with a cloth.
Before the cop could interrogate him, I was out of the car, pleading for him not to arrest him. “He was just protecting me, officer. Those men are part of a biker gang, and they were harassing us.” I chose my next words very carefully. “One of them had sexually assaulted me in the past, and they pulled a knife on Nicholas, and Nicholas had to disarm him.”
The clerk from inside the gas station came out, picking that moment to intervene. “She’s right, officer. Those three bikers came up on their bikes and started surrounding that one, thenhe did some ninja move on the big one, taking his knife and gun before I could even blink. That was some straight up Chuck Norris type shit.”
The cop looked at Cap. “Former military?”
Cap nodded. “I served as First Lieutenant in the United States Army.”
The cop saluted him. “Second Lieutenant Barnes, United States Army National Guard.”
Cap saluted him back, giving him the respect he deserved.
“Well, I’ll need a statement from all of you, but I’m not going to arrest you. Seems like your foes are getting into a firing match with my other officer down the road.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Comes with the territory. Ever since that stupid biker club took residence in Abilene, shits gone to Hell in a hand basket.”
Cap seemed intrigued. “How long have they been here for?”
“A month, I think. Why?”
Cap answered him. “They caused a lot of trouble back in Rising Star, and we’ve been looking for them. One of my brothers is dating the sheriff. I’ll let her know about this.”
