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“Our men enjoy the fights,” Damien said to Cyrus. “We have a few items in common. More than I think you realize.”
“Look, I know who you are,” Cyrus said. “You know who I am. We have our spaces. Our own lives. Our own crews. There’s no need for anything to ever be mixed together. Unless you havea damn good reason. You know who we are, right? How far we reach?”
“The outlaws,” Damien said. “The truest outlaws out there. A reputation of death. Of blood. Of strict rules. Pains me so much to have to step into this world. You must understand that personal vengeance is all I seek. The bloodshed… perhaps we can work on a deal for that.”
“You motherfucker,” Linc growled, eyes growing wide.
“You’re the ones who have been shooting up the town,” Slade said. “You murdered Thalia and Calista.”
The names rolled off Slade’s tongue way too easily.
Fuck,he thought.
A stupid move on his part.
Damien looked right at Slade. “Once there were three, my friend. Take away two. Only one left. And she’s mighty slippery. I remember her well.”
Damien winked. Slade jumped at Damien. A heavy fist hit Slade in the gut before he had a chance to get his hands on Damien. Slade dropped to his hands and knees, unable to breathe. When he looked up through blurry eyes, he saw Cyrus with a gun drawn, pointed between Damien’s eyes.
“Now you’ve caused me nothing but problems,” Cyrus said. “Your fancy suits and cars meant nothing here. Your currency doesn’t exist. But we will take lives. Be careful where you step next,my friend.”
“All I’ve done is come for what’s rightfully mine.”
Slade slowly climbed to his feet. “What the fuck do you think is rightfully yours?”
Damien raised his right hand and pointed. Cyrus still had a gun pointed between Damien’s eyes. The tension hadn’t let up even one little bit. Slade turned his head with no clue what Damien could possibly be pointing at…
But then it quickly made sense. Oh, it made perfect fucking sense.
Damien pointed right at Nelle.
As Nelle stared forward, her heart sank. It had been a long time…a really long time… Her stomach twisted and ached, did that same motion as the night she threw up on Slade’s boots.
She watched a smile creep across Damien’s face. That cruel, evil face of his. That perfectly chiseled face of his too. The one that…
Nelle started to fall back, her knees giving way. Someone caught her. She jumped and screamed, then turned to see Muffin.
“It’s just me, girlfriend,” Muffin said. “You were going down. What’s the story out here?”
Nelle’s eyes couldn’t focus. Her jaw quivered.
“Oh, this ain’t good at all, is it?” Muffin asked, not really looking for an answer.
The best he could offer Nelle was the opportunity to lean against the clubhouse. Nelle watched Muffin walk toward Damien and his awful men. This was why Nelle didn’t want to come back. This was why Nelle hid for all these years.
She wished she were in the antique store right now. Digging through a dusty box to find an item to make a video for… She wished she had sent Thalia and Calista far away. Really far away.
I should have sent them to Alaska!Nelle screamed in her head.
It didn’t matter. Her sisters were dead. And the man who killed them was here. Damien wanted Nelle dead next. She had biker ink on her ass cheek—literally. Slade’s initials.
She wondered just how far Slade’s promise of protection was going to go.
Chapter Thirty-One
The Dead Whore Conundrum
The fight between some of the outlaws and mafia members came to its natural end. Except Priest. He kept going. He beat the mafia guy’s face into mushed up burger meat. Darrow and Monte had to pull Priest away and he let out a roar that sounded like a very hungry lion.
