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“You alright, man?” Trick asks.
Jensen answers the question flippantly as he replies, “Yeah, let's just get this shit sorted so I can fight.”
I’m about to reply when something over his shoulder catches my attention; I frown as I see a guy with his hood up arguing with Trev. It looks like it’s getting pretty heated, and I’m just wondering whether I need to head over to help him out, when the guy reaches into his pocket, and I spot the telltale silver glint.
“Fuck,” I curse as I take off at a sprint.
I’m aware that the others are following me, and I appreciate that they’re coming too; there’s a good chance that I’m going to need the backup. He’s so fucking far away; I know I’m not going to get to him in time. I feel a wave of surprise as Trev starts to fight and he’s actually pretty good. I guess doing the shit he does, it’s probably a good idea for him to know how to fight. It’s not like he always deals with happy people. Some people get really mad when they lose money, despite the fact that they know how gambling fucking works.
He's no match for a knife though, and when the guy strikes out, Trev isn’t fast enough to get out of the way and the fucker stabs him in the leg moments before I get there. I don’t stop running as the guy sees us, panic written all over his face, and he takes off through the woods, heading back to where the cars are parked.
“Jensen with me,” I yell, “Cash, check on Trev; he was stabbed.”
I don’t need to say anything else, and Jensen appears on my left; I glance over at him as we race after the fucker who stabbed Trev. Most people in this situation would be concerned, worried that we’re chasing after a guy who's armed, but Jensen isn’t; he’s grinning from ear to ear and is so focused that he hasn’t even tripped on anything.
We break through the trees just in time to see the guy get in a black car and wheel spin as it takes off. A knife suddenly smashes through the back window, another one quickly following after the first and embedding in the back of the passenger seat. The guy who stabbed Trev peers around it looking shocked, his face completely drained of color.
“Fucking hell, dude, that was a damn good throw,” I say, glancing at Jensen.
“Thanks,” he replies with a shrug, “I got the plate. We can get some of the guys looking for him.”
“Good,” I reply, still shocked over the accuracy of the throws. Something occurs to me, and I ask, “Did you know that it wouldn’t do any serious damage to him?
Jensen looks at me out of the corner of his eye and says, “Yeah, the blade on that one is too short to go through a headrest enough to do any serious damage. It was just a warning.”
Chapter Fourteen
Riot
I smirk, “One hell of a warning. If he knows what’s fucking good for him, then he’ll make sure that he leaves town as quickly as he fucking can. I didn’t recognize him, but you have to be a whole new level of stupid to hurt Trev. He’s probably the only guy who's loved by both schools; we’d all go to bat for him. The guys fucked.”
“More than just fucked if I get my hands on him,” Jensen growls, his fists clenching; he takes a breath and adds, “Come on, let’s go and see if Trev’s alright. Thank fuck, it was just in his leg, and we don’t have to worry about internal bleeding.”
“It can still be pretty serious,” I warn him.
Before we get any further in the woods, one of our guys rushes past us and through the lot, stopping at a car that I know belongs to Trev. Sure enough, he appears next, being carried by Rafe and Luc.
Anger is the most prominent look on his face as he sees us and asks, “Please tell me you killed the fucker, and you need help hiding the body?”
Jensen smirks, “Nope, not yet.”
“He scared him badly enough that I’ll be surprised if the fucker doesn’t try and leave town tonight,” I say and then quickly explain what Jensen did. Everyone looks at Jensen in shock, but he's saved from having to say anything when the guy who went to get Trev’s car pulls up.
“Out the way, guys,” Luc says, and I step to the side.
We watch as they carefully put Trev in the front seat.
Before they close the door though, Trev stops them, a grimace of pain on his face.
“I’m sorry, guys, but after this, I think I’m going to have to call time on working with you guys. I’ve had a few close calls before, but no one has been stupid enough to actually stab me. I think I’m fucking lucky that it was only my leg they got, and I moved quickly enough that it sliced me instead of stabbed me.”
I share a look with the guys. We sort of thought that this was coming; I’ll be sad to see him go; he’s such a valuable part of this, but we never make people stay involved if they don’t want to be. That’s how you end up with contempt and people who backstab you.
It’s just not worth it.
“You got it, man; if you want out, you’ve just got to say the word, and we’ll sort it,” Trick replies.
“We’ll be sad to see you go. You keep things running like a well-oiled machine, but I get it,” Jensen replies with a smile and then adds, “You need to focus on your future, and taking bets at an underground fight ring is not your future.”
