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“Everybody calm the fuck down.” I flipped my cigarette across the road before I turned my attention to the commissioner. “We’ll get your daughter back.” I spat out some built-up mucus in the back of my throat as if I was already standing on a Python’s grave. “But once we have her, once she’s safe, Pythons are open game for us with no interference from you or your department.”

“Done.” He didn’t even hesitate.

I grinned then stepped closer. “You do understand that it’s war? It’s no longer just a battle for power between them and us. It’s a full-blown war, and there will be casualties. There will be blood. Are you prepared to bury the body count, no questions asked?”

He took a step forward, matching mine, his eyes hard and determined. “I don’t give a fuck if you kill half the goddamn town, just as long as it’s not my daughter.”

Deep down, I was fucking smiling like the Cheshire cat. The police commissioner just gave me the free pass I needed to take out those motherfucking Pythons with the entire goddamn police department behind me.

I looked him up and down, sizing up the poor bastard. If only he could have shown such balls when it came to his wife starving and mind-fucking his daughter.

Dutch moved closer, and I knew he was keeping an eye on the commissioner’s bodyguards, watching their every move. The day my father died and I took his seat at church, Dutch stepped up asking for the enforcer rank. He wanted to be my personal fucking bodyguard without the added responsibility the sergeant-at-arms would carry. For him, protecting me and my brother was like breathing. Loyal fucker.

Taking a step back, I kept my gaze on the old man. “Keep the uniforms off our asses over the next week, and we’ll get your daughter back.” I turned to walk away when he called me.

“Granite?”

I stopped and glanced over my shoulder.

“If she gets hurt in any way, I will make it my life’s mission to take you down alongside those Python bastards. I swear to God.”

The threat was loud and clear, and I expected nothing less. The man’s daughter was at stake. I’d be tossing threats around like candy too if I were in his shoes.

With a mere nod, I concluded our little meeting and got on my motorcycle. Ink and Dutch followed. The roars of our engines filled the silence of the dirt road, and we rode off.

It was on. Our plan had finally been set in motion. Over the next week, New York would be our battleground as we fucked up each and every goddamn Python…all just to find the police commissioner’s daughter.

Good thing we already had her safely tucked away.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

ALYX

“Hey, Swan Lake.”

I rolled my eyes and didn’t even look her way.

“You seem comfortable.”

I snorted.

“Jesus, what smells like vomit in here?”

“Vomit.”

Neon sat on the bed and looked at the sheet on the floor. “Please tell me there’s not vomit under there?”

“There’s vomit under there.”

“Good God.” She scrunched up her nose at the stench. “Okay, there’s a lot of shit I can handle. But that is just nasty.”

Neon got up and started to untie me.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m taking you out of this room and getting some prospects to clean this shit up.” Her dark brown eyes shot up to mine. “You’re not going to make me regret it, are you?”

I remained silent.