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I heard a low growl from behind me, and I slowly turned to find five men pointing their AK-47s at my head.

Motherfucker.

Hannibal appeared moments later, with several more men escorting him, and I knew shit just went tits up.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Luc

Pounding on the bedroom door woke me, and I moaned, sitting up. Wiping the sleep out of my eyes, I noted the time and groaned. Reaching for Ivy, my hand connected with the cool sheets. Not hearing the shower running, I knew she wasn’t in the room. I had a feeling she would wake before me. That damn sedative Logic gave her knocked her out cold, and while I was thankful she’d finally got a decent night’s sleep, I wasn’t too happy about the mood she would be in when she woke. She hated being sedated and showed her displeasure the next day.

The pounding increased.

Throwing on a pair of jeans, I walked over to the door and flung it open. It was too goddamned early for shit and I wasn’t in the fucking mood.

“What!”

Standing a few feet from me was Pinball.

“Got a big problem. You’re needed downstairs.”

Frowning, I stared at the empty chair next to my door. “Where the fuck is Agony or Trash?”

“Uh, they are helping with the problem. Just get dressed, Luc, and hurry,” Pinball swiftly said. I heard a loud crash coming from downstairs.

“Ivy?”

“No. Malice.”

“Then get the fucking Soulless Sinners to take care of it. I’m going back to bed.”

“Malice found the priest dead a block from the clubhouse. His neck was slit, Luc. Ivy’s knife was beside the priest, covered in blood.”

Cursing, I grabbed my boots and a T-shirt and ran from my room.

Running into the main room, I arrived just in time to see Agony, Payne, and Trash tackle Malice to the ground while several other brothers from both clubs jumped on the uncontrollable lunatic.

Torment walked over with a syringe in his hand.

“Stick that in me and I will shove my knife so far up your dick, it will tickle your throat!”

Torment halted, looking at Montana, who stood close by, sneering at the fucker. “Then get a fucking grip, Malice.”

“She killed him!” he roared.

Mouth shouted, “You don’t know that.”

“It was her knife!” Malice struggled to get free.

“Doesn’t mean she killed him,” Slash added angrily. “I know my sister. She wouldn’t hurt Father Dominic. She loved him.”

“She’s a fucking psychopathic killer. She doesn’t know how to love!”

“That’s the pot calling the kettle black, Malice.” Fury sighed.

“FUCK YOU, FURY!”

“ENOUGH!” Montana and I roared at the same time.

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