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Once, twice, three times, and Elliot screams at the top of his lungs, his hand no longer working, and he lets me go.

Elliot sits up then, holding his arm with the good one as it’s now in an odd angle.

Oh God, I want to throw up.

He just screams over and over again, attempting to put his arm back in the correct direction, but it flops back over. Elliot’s legs are kicking out from the pain before his eyes roll back in his head as he passes out.

“Fuck, angel.” Ronny reaches down and picks me up off the floor, setting me on the bartop easily. He cups my face, then the back of my head, to check for any knots or wounds.

“I’m okay, I’m not hurt,” I reassure him.

He nods, and I see blood on his knuckles. I tilt his hands so I can look at them. “Your knuckles are bleeding.”

The door to the club opens, cuts and more cuts walking in. Backup is here and all of the members of the gang are lying on the floor either unconscious or worse.

Christopher plucks Elle off the ground and holds her, while I lean my head on Ronny’s chest, overwhelmed this happened and so confused.

“What the fuck happened?” Lane asks, going straight to Tiffany, hugging her tight to his side.

“Elliot lost his mind because he didn’t like that Olivia wasn’t working anymore, then these fuckers ran up to us,” Christopher tells his dad, still holding Elle.

She is trembling hard. A lot of the MC girls are on the tougher side, taking after their dads, but some of the girls aren’t good with resorting to violence.

Elle and I are one of those girls. We have enough alpha women and men in our lives, so we are fine as we are with the need to not fight everyone.

The members keep on flooding in until the nightclub is full, and a man runs in wearing a suit. “What the fuck happened in here? This is my club.”

Lane takes over and explains to him what happened. Everyone ties the men up that are lying on the ground with zip ties before dragging them out of the building.

One thing is for certain, they are not going to the police station—the MC is going to serve another kind of justice.

The fear on some of the women’s face, the bloodied knuckles of the men, have me understanding and wanting them to get the justice they truly deserve.

Most of all, I want Elliot to explain himself—explain why he has done this.

And I know Ronny will make sure of that.

11

RONNY

We took all of the women to my house because my brothers are taking those guys to the basement where I’m going to find out what the fuck happened and why this Elliot fucker was starting all of this shit.

He grabbed her, hurt her, and I could feel the knot on her head where she banged it against the bartop when he pulled her off her feet.

Elliot and these gang bangers are connected and I’m going to find out how.

The gang bangers and Elliot are lined up in chairs on the floor, which are bolted to the ground and unbolted when not in use.

The room is dusty, my best guess is it’s not been used for a long time. My dad is by my side. “Fuck, I haven’t gotten to have fun in a long-ass time.” He grins at me wickedly, rubbing his hands together.

I chuckle at him and all my brothers look like they’re having the time of their lives in anticipation of them being able to get their hands dirty.

I remember the first time I was allowed down here, how my dad had shown me all of the tools and what I could use them for if I ever needed them.

The time has fucking come.

All I can picture is the fear in Olivia’s eyes when he grabbed her, forced her to the floor, and that shit will never happen again.

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