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Damien looked at his guy on the ground, probably closer to death than life, and he shook his head.
“Not everyone can make it,” Damien said. “Sometimes honor doesn’t transfer.”
He turned his head again and spoke in Russian. The man to his left collected to beaten man and picked him up like a toy. He carried the beaten man to the first car, where the trunk made a clicking sound and opened on its own.
Slade saw the trunk was lined with some clear plastic. Obviously Damien and his men came prepared to collected some bodies and he did not want any blood—or evidence—left over in the trunk of the car.
He’s here for Nelle, Slade thought.After all this time, that’s what this is? The big mystery of Nelle… of all things. She’s involved with the damn Russia mafia?
The MC knew of many organizations surrounding them, and across the country, otherSOFRAWcharters had to deal with their own issues. The true charters wereSOFRAW, SOFRAE, SOFRAS, SOFRAN. So it was no surprise to bump into big outfits like a true organized mafia. Ones with very old ties and ones with plenty of money, power and the ability to make people disappear without hesitation.
Then you had the scum likeSS13…
“You’re out of line,” Slade said, stepping toward Damien.
One of his guys stepped forward and that was all Slade could take. In one quick move, he reached back for his gun and slammed the butt of it off the man’s nose, shattering it, sending blood everywhere. The man stumbled back. Slade pointed his gun at the man.
“Keep your dogs away from our guys,” Slade ordered. “Who the fuck do you think you are coming onto this lot and demanding things from us?”
“You possess something of mine,” Damien said.
“The fuck we do,” Slade said. “She’s all mine. My ink is in her skin. She belongs to this club.”
“That’s correct,” Cyrus said. “We have our own way of handling things.”
“Plus,my friend, you rolled in and killed two people in our town without talking to us first,” Linc said. “We could have worked out a deal. I was almost killed.”
“So sorry for that,” Damien said with a smirk.
“More so, my girl could have been killed,” Linc said.
“Ah, what’s a dead whore between two strangers?” Damien asked.
Linc lunged and Cyrus pushed him away.
“Time for you boys to leave,” Cyrus said. “Maybe we can arrange a proper sit down. Go over everything. Make a decision. Piling up bodies will get us both nowhere.”
“You’ve taken out two of my men,” Damien said. “I simply injured one of yours.”
“You killed her sisters!” Slade yelled. “You fucking psycho. You shot and killed her sisters.”
Damien clicked his tongue a few times and looked at Slade. “Ah, yes, the sweet taste of pussy, no? It’s like a drug that crawls into your brain and makes you forget how to act. I can’t blame you for that. Nelle always was the prettiest. A tight body. Those perfect tits. Lips that only God himself could design for sucking a big, fat cock…”
“Slade, stand back,” Cyrus ordered. “Linc, get everyone out here. Heavy arms this time. I’m done with this show. If this asshole wants to enjoy piling up dead bodies in our town, the least we can do is offer him and his morons up here.”
That was the call.The big call. That meant everyone in the club—prospects to President—would be armed with high-power rifles and machine guns. Illegal weapons that would put them behind bars for longer than their life expectancy dictated.
Damien took the hint. He wasn’t dumb enough to just start a war. Smart wars came within their own timeframe. First, little sprinkles of murders and fights and exchanges of words. Feel out the enemy and decide what the next move should be.
“Let me ask one thing,” Damien said. “Then we’ll gladly leave. No worries at all, my friend. The whore… is she worth this?”
“Call her a whore one more time and I will shoot your fucking tongue out of your mouth,” Slade warned.
“She’s worth it,” Cyrus said. “She’s ours. Inked up. That means protection. And as I told you once, nobody comes into our town and just starts taking people out. You don’t dictate to us. Because apparently Nelle means something to you. That’s intriguing to me. I wonder what she can tell me. What can be used against you.” Cyrus stepped closer to Damien. “Youstepped into the wrong world,my friend. We don’t play fair. We don’t care about your money or your power. And if you really want this thing to get crazy, we have charters all across the country. I also think there’s a balance between us, Damien. You can’t just wipe us out. You know that. You need us. Now get the fuck out of here before I give the orders to turn you and your guys into targets.”
A bold and brave order from Cyrus, but one heavily warranted. TheSOFRAWguys manned a long line, standing shoulder to shoulder, protecting their club.
Damien adjusted his suit jacket and nodded. He gave a command in Russian and everyone went back to the two cars. He left the first guy on the ground—the one Priest shot to death.
