Chapter 105

In the middle of the bus, by himself, Gideon is unmovingly gazing forward.

This institution, a 24-hour chop shop, is home to numerous experienced criminals, but it has come to be known as the sole family.

This group is talented, devoted, and close-knit.

There is a constant flurry of activity as multiple cars are being fixed, disassembled, painted, and other such tasks.

Pike, who is in his late 60s and is the father figure of this small family, walks around the floor, joking with his team before halting to assist in lowering a new engine into a car.

As they round a sharp turn, Gideon's automobiles scream down the street, their tires tearing at the ground.

Herschel, who is sitting at the wheel, beams as Rye, a mid-twenties short, thick man with a pronounced LIMP, a well-dressed man with gaudy jewelry and horrible glasses, and Dayne, an early-thirties massive, muscular meaAnnad, encourage him.

The car enters Pike Automotive by pulling into an open space after pulling into the parking lot. A pair of young mechanics see the car, look at each other knowingly but without emotion, put their tools down, and calmly walk out of the shop.

Herschel, Rye, and Dayne laughed as they poured out of the car.

"Shit, man," HERSCHEL stated. The mechanics responded, "I'ma keep this muthafucker!" to Herschel.

Hey, where's Pike at?" a mechanic inquired.

Pike is approaching him when Herschel notices him and notices the car in his line of sight.

PIKE inquired, "Where'd you acquire that?"

Hey, I have my methods! Now that it's hot as shit, I want to paint, do my papers, and fuck. Before HERSCHEL was interrupted by PIKE, irritated that ISOEF wouldn't respond to his query, PIKE yelled, "I asked, where... did you get that?".

At PIKE, HERSCHEL shrugged. The old fuck you claimed we couldn't kill wasn't as challenging as you claimed. I can't even remember now.

PIKE struck the car's top with his hand. PIKE said, "I know this car you fucking numbnut," at HERSCHEL.

When PIKE was only attempting to get this car fixed and washed, HERSCHEL yelled back, "What the fuck is your problem?" in a frustrated tone.

Pike unlocks the passenger-side door, goes down to unlock the glove box, and takes the registration card out of the wallet, which reads, "Gideon Malcom." PIKE yelled, "Fuck... me!" frustratedly punching the air. Pike swiftly swaps out the card.

Herschel remarked, looking around bewildered, "What?"

"Out. Now. You fucking donkey!" PIKE yelled.

HERSCHEL yelled at PIKE, "What the fuck are you talking about, calm down."

Everyone within the building has stopped working by this point and is instead observing the drama.

PIKE gave HERSCHEL a furious expression as he observed him. I'm requesting that you leave my shop immediately after taking this fucking car.

Pike, did you lose your shit? You belong to the Iset Society. Do as we direct.

"What the fuck do. Pike said, gesturing towards the car, "Tell me..." Did you murder him?

Looking at PIKE, HERSCHEL answered, "I guess so," before laughing. "However, I'm positive that his dog won't survive.

Pike's eyes widen as he becomes aware. Pike surprises himself by reversing his position and striking Herschel in the middle of his face with enough force to break his nose. Herschel reels in shock and falls to his knees, gripping his face with his hands as blood drips between them. Dayne draws his rifle in an instantaneous response. As Pike's mechanics search the building for hidden weapons like knives, machetes, rifles, and the like, the mood becomes tense, and the air is silent. Pike approaches Dayne and gives him an unwavering look.

"You draw a weapon? On me? PIKE said, "In my house?" with rage in his voice. Dayne holds out his rifle, and Pike pushes his forehead on it. Pike remarked with a serious expression, "Flick off the safety pussy."

Dayne flicks the safety off while grinning.

In this game of brinksmanship, Dayne flinches.

PIKE yelled, "Now, now what are you either shoot me... (shouts)...OR FUCK OFF!" while addressing Dayne and Herschel.

Dayne may be seen to be relieved that Rye stepped in as there is silence as Rye lowers his arm.

Rye replied, staring at Pike, "Kayla ain't going to like this."

"Perhaps not. But she'll comprehend," PIKE added. observing Dayne, Herschel, and Rye.

Herschel is helped to stand up by Rye and Dayne while still in a stupor.

HERSCHEL mutters as he covers his face after receiving a blow. "The fuck just happened," you say.