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“This place seemsa little out of your price point, gentleman. I’d suggest looking at the homeless shelter.”
I leaned against the banister of the stairs, very aware that it was probably going to break at any second. This place was a shit hole, and I was done. Cali wouldn’t be coming back here.
“Who the fuck are you?”
I stretched my neck so my tattoo was clearly visible.
“My friends and I are part of a little club called the Spectors. Maybe you’ve heard of us.”
Two of my boys were standing a step behind me while several others itching for a Viper fight waited out of sight on the first floor. Something told me these morons couldn’t tell the difference between the sound of three bikes and six.
“Why are you on our turf, Spector?”
One of my guys lunged forward, but I reached out and held him back.
“Show some respect, Viper,” he said instead.
I shook my head.
“I’m sure there is no reason to remind them,” I said as we all stood locked in a staring contest.
“What will you do now? Rats don’t enjoy being cornered, but I don’t see you lot being able to chew your way through this sticky situation,” I baited them.
My hands itched to kill someone tonight. This time it wasn’t because I needed to let my demons out, but more that I was fueled by the anger of having to leave Cali naked in my bed.
I flexed my fists over and over. What had a smile spreading over my face was the way they looked at me. There was fear even if they hadn’t admitted it yet.
“Are you planning to move and allow us to enter the apartment?” I asked.
I took two steps up, putting me almost at the same height as the Vipers.
They exchanged a look, one flipping open a blade.
“Oh, big man has a knife,” said one of my boys.
I just smiled wider.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Get off our turf. Boss says we need to bring her in. She’s Viper property.”
I slid the blade from my thigh holster and brought it to my hand, letting the tip rest against my fingertip, not caring if I drew my own blood or theirs. Their eyes watched me.
“Are we comparing size, Vipers? Because if so, I think I win.”
The blade made a thud as I slammed it into the shit wood of the banister.
“If this is your turf, I guess you get to fix up the place then? To be fair though, I looked into this shit hole. It’s held by a shady organization I’d love to blame the Vipers for, but sadly, you don’t own it. So right now? This is neutral territory.”
The wood split as I pulled the large knife out of the banister. The three Vipers weren’t speaking—yet.
I took the rest of the steps and stood a head taller than the stockiest of the three.
“Hey there, boys. So, did I win?”
Before anyone could say anything, I thrust the blade into the guy to my left. The one that was playing with his knife and pissed me off first.
“Ah, shit. Didn’t anyone teach you not to play with knives? Oh, wait. No one told me. My bad. Shit. You’re bleeding all over.”
