Page 11 of When Kings Fall

“No mercy, Roman.”

My dad’s voice?

“No worries there.”

I tried to turn to see, but I couldn’t.

I was so done.

A shadow fell over me, sending an additional jolt of adrenaline through me.

And then Tommy Dixon was there like an angel of vengeance snarling at the enemy, then smiling kindly down at me. He was my dad’s right hand, SAA for Steel Dawn MC.

“You’re gonna be okay,” he told me. “It’s over. You’re safe now.”

As much as I wanted to sink into his words and let myself believe them, I couldn’t.

I had an awful feeling that I’d never be safe.

That I’d never be able to feel that again.

5

~Levi~

Dawn.

That was how long it had taken to conduct the cleanup of those motherfucker mercenaries.

I’d taken the help from four of our Hex members to drag the assholes into the transport van Mason had procured at impressive speed given the short notice, but after securing them, I’d handled the actual sanitization myself.

Right or wrong, I knew a thing or two about wiping evidence.

I’d left absolutely no sign of them or what had gone down in the stairwell.

Then I’d transported my unconscious cargo a hundred miles outside Stonewell and left them on the doorstep of a cop shop complete with rap sheets I’d managed to pull up on each while Hex had taken time to get me the necessary equipment to conduct my sanitization, as well as then taking undue time to haul the fuckers into the van and secure them for me.

Royce was effectively down four soldiers now.

Now I was speeding back home, using the backroads.

There was more of a peace to it than driving down the highway.

And, honestly, I’d needed it and the extra time that using the more roundabout route home afforded me.

It was hard to shove my bloodlust back into its proverbial sealed box once it was triggered.

Even when it wasn’t triggered actually.

That was what I had my street fighting hobby for, to tamper down those urges that had been awakened a few years ago.

And usually that was enough to hold it at bay.

But lately things kept happening where I was being pushed.

First, the farmhouse takedown of some of Mason’s Hex soldiers after he’d come at Brianna.

And then, last night, stopping that incoming attack at the apartment.

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