“It will take time. But I remain a firm believer that in the end, we shall prevail. With the supply of your arms business to my Klan for the race war that is no doubt coming to the U.S., our relationship will be strong. The Lord’s white Christian dream will be realized.”

I glanced at Judah and he shrugged. I could tell he agreed with them. Ayers obviously caught this and said, “This is a marathon, Prophet Cain, not a sprint. Let us ensure all our assets are in place before we strike… And we will strike. And it will be destructive to the MC.”

I moved to the office window, staring out at my commune and took a breath. It might not be now, it might not be tomorrow, but before long, I shall have the Cursed back, back where they belong, and Mae in my bed. And the Hangmen?

Burning in fucking hell.

The End