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She smiles softly. “I just love him.”

I smile back. “I know exactly how you feel.” Liam catches me looking at him, winking across the yard.

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A few hours later, we are eating lunch at one of the many restaurants the MCs own in town. This is the first time we have all gotten together like this in a while. The cartel hitting us changed a lot of things in our MC, and it changed the Grim Sinners also. They have been fighting the same battle.

I love seeing the smiling and happy faces of my family. All the kids are at the clubhouse; it’s the safest place at the moment. We have Shane, Brett, and a couple of nannies watching them, and the place is completely locked down via Techy.

A hand touches my inner thigh and, from the corner of my eye, I see Liam smirking. He wants to play?

We will see about that.

I reach under the table, making sure that I don’t bump his hand. I smile to myself and grab his dick. He jumps so hard that his knees hit the table, and everyone turns to look at him, confused. What do I do? I keep on rubbing. A strong hand wraps around my wrist and pulls my hand away. I bite my bottom lip, hiding my laughter. I look at Liam like I just don’t know what happened.

Everyone goes back to their conversations and their food. Liam leans toward me, and I feel his breath on my ear. “Payback, Baby,” he whispers. He doesn’t scare me—that’s for sure— because I reap the benefits of his threats. His payback means orgasms.

“Is everyone ready to go?” Kyle asks.

Everyone gets up and files to the door and, as if in one motion, the girls are put in the middle, between all the guys.

We all walk outside, and I’m holding Liam’s hand. Alisha is on the other side, holding Techy’s hand, and she smiles at me. Alisha has been an amazing friend over the years. She is close to me in age. She was around twenty when she and Techy got together; he is a couple of years older.

She had a very rough childhood. Techy literally took her out of her fucked-up situation and gave her the life she deserves. She wanted to be a mother more than anything else, and she is doing exactly that, while her man worships the ground she walks on.

“Baby, do you want to order takeout?” I stop at the sight of a black SUV speeding by, the window rolled down. Liam presses my head into his chest then falls to the ground, breaking my fall with his free arm as bullets ring out around us, hitting vehicles. I look out from under Liam’s arm to see all the other ladies are covered the same way. Alisha has her eyes closed and her face in the crook of Techy’s neck. Dad is staring down at Kayla, his mouth moving to reassure her. I can see the slight panic on her face.

The bullets stop a few seconds later, and I hear the squeal of the vehicle driving off, then silence. I don’t hear anything but the sound of Liam breathing above me. “Baby?” I whisper. His hand cups my face, letting me know he hears me, before he looks up at everyone.

“Everyone okay?” Kyle asks.

I relax at the sound of everyone’s voices telling him they are okay. This was the cartel. I knew it the moment I saw the vehicle.

“We need to make a run and go to the vehicles. I don’t like being a sitting duck,” Kyle says. I can almost feel the anger radiating off of him.

“One, two, three. GO!” he yells and I am swept off the ground. Liam has me tucked against his chest, running with me.

My heart stops at the sound of gunshots hitting close to me and Liam. He runs faster and I hear his truck door open. He climbs into the passenger side with me in his lap. The door shuts and I can breathe. I look out the window, frantically checking on my family.

One by one they get in their vehicles. Bullets are hitting the windows but not piercing the glass. Thank God for the club updating the vehicles. Kyle’s vehicle is parked right next to ours, and he looks so fucking pissed off. He picks up his phone, and I hear Liam’s phone vibrating.

Liam takes it out. “We are heading to the back-up club. The kids are at the other one.” He scoots across to his seat.

Kyle drives out of the parking lot, not stopping even though the bullets are nailing his truck. We are the next to go, but I am not playing fucking games. I reach in the backseat and grab my AK. I roll down the window enough to shoot out of it; then I nail the fucking vehicle. I shoot out the passenger window and hit the gunman on the fucking arm.

Liam laughs loudly then puts the truck in park and scoots to the middle of the seat. He takes aim and hits the driver. I keep firing my AK, destroying the vehicle. Then I shoot the front of the vehicle, blowing the fucker up.

I hear a lot of yelling and whistles. I roll down my window and stick my head out, smiling at everyone and holding up my AK. The old me wouldn’t have done that, but I can’t stand the thought of my family getting hurt so I took it into my own hands and did what I thought was needed. I took them out.

Kyle has backed into the parking lot. “Let’s go to the clubhouse then.” He laughs and takes off again.

On the way back to the clubhouse, I notice another SUV and I know that this is another cartel vehicle. Rolling down my window halfway, I lift out my AK one more time and destroy their vehicle then lift my middle finger.

The women are not to be fucked with. I am tired of this shit, and I am not going to take it anymore. Ole ladies are not people to fucking mess with. I am tired of them messing with my family. It’s time that I fight back, and that’s what I am going to do and give them a taste of their own medicine.

Game on.

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