Free Outlaw: Screaming Eagles MC by Kara Parker

entire life in awe of the big bosses of the Screaming Eagles, but now he saw how quickly and easily they fell. He wanted to topple more.
     
    He opened the door to the clubhouse and the place was in such an uproar one noticed him at first.
     
    “Holy shit, Falcon. You got away? They raided the apartment,” Jimmy said running up to Falcon. 
     
    “Yeah,” Falcon said breathlessly. “Where are Big Chris and Billy? They were right behind me...but we got separated.” There were more members openly staring at him, but Falcon didn’t care. Let them stare. Let them look for weakness. He was ready for it all, ready for the questions, the interrogations. He wanted them to bring everything they had. He was ready.
     
    “You’re the only one who came back,” Jimmy stuttered as he looked around the clubhouse.
     
    “Yo, everybody shut up!” the boss screamed out as someone raised the volume on the big TV in the center of the room.
     
    Falcon moved closed to watch pretending to look confused and angry with everyone else.  It was news report on that day’s raid, a sudden interruption that cut off the Jerry Springer rerun.  A camera was moving across the Screaming Eagles’ apartment stash with long lingering camera shots that focused on the guns and small baggies of drugs.
     
    “As you can see,” a reporter was saying, “this nondescript apartment on Eighteenth Street, above a closed pawnshop, was being used as a location to move massive quantities of drugs to street-level dealers. Believed to be the work of the infamous biker gang, The Screaming Eagles, the police have found hundreds of kilos of methamphetamines in this location and made six arrests. The Chief of Police has also recently confirmed the bust of a major processing center said to belong to the Screaming Eagles. The processing center was located out on the Warren G. Harding hunting preserve and was believed to be a major hub of operations.”
     
    From there the camera cut from the apartment to a press conference held by the Chief of Police.
     
    “Boo!” members of the gang yelled, giving the middle finger to the TV and the Chief.“Chief,” a reporter asked. “Are you targeting The Screaming Eagles on purpose, or has this been more a series of lucky breaks?”
     
    “First off, there was nothing lucky about this,” the chief answered. He was a taller African American man in his late forties and was said to be incorruptible. “This was the result of months long investigation and excellent police work by the LAPD. And we are not targeting just The Screaming Eagles; we’re targeting all the motorcycle gangs. I’m telling everyone right here and right now, gang activity and gang warfare will not be permitted in my city. We are cracking down not only on guns, but on drugs, as well. This is a concentrated effort between the city of Los Angeles, the FBI, and our counterparts in Homeland Security and we are far from finished.”
     
    The boss hit mute as the many voices of the Screaming Eagles filled the clubhouse. “You made it back,” he said to Falcon.
     
    His eyes were boring into Falcon’s but Falcon just looked right back at him and shook his head sadly. “I can’t believe it, man. How did they find out about the apartment?” Falcon demanded looking around him. “Billy and Big Chris were right behind me. We separated on Cross Street. I thought they would have beaten me home.” He let a sad expression cover his face as he looked down to the ground. “What are we going to do, Boss?” He asked bringing his sad eyes up to meet his boss’s.
     
    The older man looked confused and then looked around him. Other members had heard Falcon’s question and they were waiting for a reply.
     
    “We’re gonna go bigger!” he yelled, his strong and confident voice overpowering the rest of the members who were instantly silent. “The cops want a war, they’ll get a war. They think we’ll back down? We’re gonna go twice as hard. Business