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“We need to get to the cars now,” Cash warns us.

We move at a quick run, getting to the cars far quicker than we left them since we can move at a faster pace, jumping in I tell Cash to call me from the other car just in case we end up getting followed. The drive away is fairly tense but when we clear the area with no incident I relax.

“Everyone good?” I ask, even though I can see them driving behind me.

“Yeah, we’re good.” Riot replies.

Cash comes over the speakers next, “I’ve sent all the evidence that we have to our contact at the station and the warning about the explosion.”

“Great, that’s all we can do,” I reply.

“A job well done and in record time,” Luc says with a smile.

“Can we get a pizza?” Jensen asks.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Atlas

“This guy is really starting to fucking piss me off,” I growl.

Rage nods, sipping his beer as we look around at the other party goers. “He has been pushing it for a while now. The only reason we haven’t done anything about it yet is because we’ve been doing jobs for Alaric.”

“I think it’s time we fixed that,” I smirk.

To be honest, I could do with a good fucking fight, and this fucker has just presented me with the perfect fuckingopportunity. I’m not going to kill him; that would be a slight overreaction, but I’m going to let him know that I can.

I push away from the wall, ignoring the people that I think were talking to me. I wasn’t listening anyway so it’s no loss to me. Walking over to where Lewis is spouting his mouth off, and trying to make out that he has any sort of hold over me, the crowd parts. Lewis gulps as he sees me approaching but stands with a smile.

“Atlas, I didn’t realize you were back?” He says, the nerves clear in his tone.

I hold back my laughter. I bet he didn’t, or he would have been more careful about telling everyone that we’re best friends and that he has inside information about me. He’s also been telling people all sorts of shit that just isn’t true. He’s been earning money off of our supposed link as well and frightening people into doing things for him because otherwise, he’d get me involved.

Rage and I have been told all about it. We know everything, and I won’t stand for it. Especially, because of some of the things that this guy is getting people to do for him, he’s using them like servants, he even got one guy to lick his feet or I would deal with him.

It’s sick, and I won’t stand for it.

“So, you’ve been telling people we’re tight, is that right?” I say, with an edge to my voice.

Rage chuckles from where he’s standing behind my shoulder.

Lewis’s eyes move to him nervously as a mumble starts in the crowd that’s surrounding us, and they realize that he’s been spouting absolute shit.

“I haven’t said anything like that,” he tries to lie, the nerves making his voice shake.

The voices of the crowd get louder as they all dispute what he’s saying. I hold up my hand, and they immediately fall silent.

“Oh, I already know the truth, you dumb fuck, I know everything, and I can’t let it slide; I especially can’t let people here think that I would associate myself with someone like you.”

He’s got two options right now. He could either try and run, which would provide amusement for me, but with the crowd already creating a circle around us, he’s most likely just going to get himself pushed back into the makeshift ring and make himself look like a pussy for trying to run away in the first place. Blackbreak is all about connections, and no one wants to do business with a pussy.

His second option is to stay in the ring with me and hope I don’t beat him to death, it would look better for the crowd and he may still have one or two people willing to do business with him, but he could die, he has no idea what my plan is, but he knows as well as anyone here what I’m capable of.

I’m not surprised, but I am disappointed when he turns and runs, or at least tries to; as I predicted, he doesn’t get far and instead gets violently pushed back toward me. I pull back my fist and punch him hard, knocking him down. He’s got no choice but to get back up and fight.

That’s another thing about Blackbreak, we’re all trained to fight and that means that he at least can stand his own for a short while. I get bored pretty quickly, though, he’s not really worth the workout, but I do need to make an example of him; I owe the people he used that, at least. So, I beat him until he’s begging and then I beat him a little bit more.

When I finally let up, he’s bloodied, bruised, broken and unconscious, but alive. The crowd roars, none of them shy away from violence, what would be the point this whole school practically runs on it. They all quickly move out of my way; as I head back to Rage, he hands me a beer, and we head back around to the front of the house and my car.

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