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Out of the corner of my eye, I spot someone else. I curse and dive back inside as they aim and shoot where I was standing. Ianto pulls me back inside and inspects my arm.

“Leave it, it’s nothing.” Fucking assholes grazed me. I’m going to rip them apart.

“What the fuck do they want? They could have killed you,” Ranger growls. “What the fuck…” He trails off, his eyes widening.

I stand up and turn around, watching as a car drives past really slowly. I can see the driver watching me through the glass window, but then I’m distracted as the back door opens, and a bloody and beaten figure tumbles out and rolls to a stop.

The car drives off, and the bikes follow, leaving a mess but everything otherwise intact.

I open the door and step out, kicking the guy lying on the ground. He’s had the shit kicked out of him. Probably some serious injuries that require him to be hospitalized. Too bad for him.

“Where’s Lia?”

“Mills is distracting her,” Ranger says coldly.

“Good. I don’t want her to see this. Grab this sack of shit and follow me.”

Ianto and Valen pick him up while the club members that are here follow me out to the shed. We file past several bikes in pieces and a very expensive car that is Badger’s pride and joy. I grab the keys and approach a door with seven locks on it. I turn back at Malone’s shriek of fear and smile.

“Did you think you were going to get away with it, Malone?”

He struggles hard, but there’s nowhere to go.

“It’s time to pay your brothers back for the life you stole and the pain you caused. Traitor.”

I push open the door and walk inside. His screams are deliciously loud.

Chapter forty-three

Zaden

“Zaden!”

I lift my head and turn towards the soft call.

“Sup, Patrick?”

“There’s two guys here to see you.”

I frown and follow him to the porch. I push in front of Patrick, alarmed when I see who they are.

“Go inside and send the guys out,” I say coldly.

I put my hands on my hips and tilt back on my heels. “You’re a long way from safe, old friend.”

“I ain’t your friend, boy.”

I snarl, but Bailey elbows him hard.

“Dad!”

“Fine. I’m behaving,” Anderson says. He’s wearing a blue flannel shirt and jeans and looks like he ought to be roping cows, not riding bikes.

I find it curious that Bailey is so annoyed with his dad. Mind you, it’s really hard to resist my own urge to kill that clown.

“I’d like to see her, if I could,” Anderson says quietly, respectfully.

I glance back at the door, and one of my prospects runs.

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