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He understands the implications better than anyone else in this godforsaken desert tonight.

I clench my fists so hard that my knuckles threaten to break, and I let loose, beating Tony into oblivion.

He gags and coughs louder with each punch, until finally his wheezing takes over everything.

I grab the gag and ball it up, shoving it down his fucking throat.

He won’t ever hurt Mandy ever again, and he won’t be following her either.

Finally, Tony doesn’t make one move.

It's done.

The fucker is dead.

"This it?" I ask Jolt, nodding to Tony's broken form.

His gaze meets mine before he finally nods. “Yeah, we need to wrap this up. The ladies were makin’ that dinner for us all tonight, remember?”

I glance down at my bloodied fists, then back up at Jolt. "Right. Let's finish this."

Turmoil steps back up to us, his eyes hard and unyielding as he looks down at Tony's lifeless body. "Should we..."

"Leave him." My voice is hollow, the rage slowly seeping out of me, leaving a cold emptiness. "The desert will take care of him. Scorpions. Coyotes. Wild dogs."

Jolt doesn't say anything else, just gives a nod before heading back to the van.

It's Turmoil who lingers, his eyes on Tony’s broken form. "You sure about this, Doc? Cops could find the body."

I look at him, really look at him.

Turmoil is a good guy.

He's tough, loyal, and relentless,. but even he has limits.

People think we're monsters because we wear cuts and ride bikes, but the truth is far from it.

We're just men... men who'll do anything to protect what's ours.

"Let the animals feast on his body.." I answer simply.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Mandy

I knock on the door to Zoe's modular, balancing a tray of coffees and pastries in my other hand.

The ladies have decided to throw together a big dinner for the boys tonight, so I figured I might as well bring by a snack.

Camila and Kat said they needed coffee stat, and to be honest, so do I.

Kash hasn’t been sleeping well the past couple of days and instead of waking Doc up, I’ve been letting him sleep… which means I am the most tired I’ve ever been in my life.

The door swings open and there stands Zoe, her ombré hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun.

She ushers me inside. "Thank God, I'm dying for some caffeine."

The smell of fresh brewed coffee fills the small space.

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