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"Saturday," I replied, wondering why he was asking.

"Ten a.m.," he said, thinking aloud. "Find the nearest bar open this early and I'm sure you'll find them."

Pulling my phone out, I shared a look with my brother, then put the search in. "Got it."

We went back to our bikes and drove ten miles to The Rust Bucket. The name was the perfect descriptor for the building. This place was a shit hole of the worst kind.

"Butcher, go in. See if they're in there. We'll wait out back by the dumpsters," Lock told him. Neither of us could go in because the guys would recognize me, and by default, my brother. "Hey," Lock said, making Butcher pause. He gave the man a firm look. "Don't fuck them up in there. We don't need witnesses."

"Sure, Prez."

"That sounded reassuring," I joked as Butcher stalked inside.

Lockout sighed. "We should have brought Toxic."

"He doesn't seem to keep Butcher out of trouble," I commented, looking around as we looped around to the back of the building.

"You'd be surprised. What are you looking for?" he asked.

"Cameras."

Lockout laughed. It was a scornful sound, but I'd take it at this point. He was already starting to loosen up. As much as he was able to anyway. Lock always carried the weight of leadership and responsibility on his shoulders. Even as a kid. I never knew why, but it was just the way he operated. "They won't have cameras here."

"Doesn't hurt to-" I broke off as two of the men from the attack burst through the back door. They hadn't come through it of their own free will.

Butcher tossed the next guy out the door after his friends. Lock and I stared down at the guys in a heap at our feet as Butcher dragged the last two out. He gave us a grim grin then let go of one to plow his fist into the one he still held.

"Shit," Lock said, but jumped in to help before the second guy could clock Butcher in the back of the head. Of course, that would only make Butcher angrier.

"Guess this works," I muttered, facing the men who were climbing up from the ground. They looked pissed as hell. "You boys remember me?"

The one who'd been hauling Eva off like a sack of potatoes snarled, "I remember you." His eyes flicked over to where Lock and Butcher were taking turns beating on the other two men. This man knew I could send him back to the hospital, but I could see him calculating. His brain was practically burning up as he did the math. We had one less guy than them. As if that mattered.

I grinned at him as he lunged for me. He swung wildly. I dodged his fist easily, then slammed my own into his face. He stumbled back, blood spurting from his nose as he howled in pain. I kicked out, hitting him in the stomach so hard he fell back onto his ass. I was on him in an instant, raining punches down on him until his face was a bloody mess.

He tried to fight me off, but he was untrained and outright clumsy. A hand fisted in my cut, yanking me backward off him and I took a hit in the face as his friend joined the fight. I relished the pain. The feel of blood dripping from my nose. This was what I needed. What we all needed. Yeah, I wanted to teach these fuckers a lesson, but mostly I just needed to whale away on someone.

"Fuck," Lock said, sounding almost gleeful as he laughed and landed another blow on one of the men. "You're right," he called out as I dodged a second punch, "this is making me feel better."

I laughed as I slammed my fist into the man's throat. He choked and stumbled backward. Butcher grabbed him by the shirt and tossed him back to Lockout. My twin grinned at me as he punched the guy in the stomach then tossed him aside like a ragdoll. The other three men were piled up near the dumpster, groaning, leaving the last man lying in a heap at our feet.

"We didn't do nothing, man," he slurred.

"You touched my girl," I told him, bending to put my face in his. "You ever come around again-"

"We won't," he said, petulantly, glaring at me.

I looked over at the others. "You believe him?"

"Nope," Lock said.

I grunted as I was shouldered aside and Butcher started kicking the guy in the ribs and head. "Shit. We're not going to actually let Butcher kill him right?"

"We shouldn't," Lock said.

"He did look pretty upset that he didn't get to kill Krier," I commented as we watched Butcher beat the guy bloody. He was definitely going to the hospital again.

Lock laughed. "Butcher," he called out. "Let's get out of here."

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