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Mark stared into Roland’s eyes. “Ms. Moore, you have a price on your head because he put it there.”

“I warned you. Now, you and the girl will pay.” Roland pulled a gun out of his pocket and aimed it at Mark.

Sachie shoved the open car door as hard as she could, hitting Roland’s arm as he pulled the trigger.

A loud bang sounded.

Mark jerked sideways and fell to the ground.

“No!” Sachie dropped down beside the teen.

Before she could check for a pulse, she was lifted off the ground and flung into the backseat of the car.

She fought and kicked, landing a foot in Roland’s face.

As he reeled backward, cursing, Sachie lunged out of the car.

Roland’s arm shot out, catching her around the middle. He pulled her back against his chest and pressed his handgun to her temple. “Stop moving or I’ll shoot.”

CHAPTER 18

Surrounded by eight bikers,Teller fought like a crazed man, swinging his fists as fast as he could. He caught one guy in the eye, another in the gut and had cocked his arm to go after the man with the bruise when his arms were caught on either side by two hulking men.

Though he fought to be free, they held tight.

The bruised guy came toward him, his lips pulled back in a feral snarl. “You got this coming to you, asshole.”

With the big guys holding on so tightly, Teller waited until the bruised guy was in range. Then he lifted both legs and kicked as hard as he could right in the man’s bruised face, sending him flying backward.

The men holding him loosened their grasp justenough for Teller to drop to the ground, roll out of range and pop to his feet.

The seven men still standing closed in on him.

“Hey, Teller,” a voice called out.

Atkins and Johnson came at the circle from opposite sides.

“Need a hand cleaning up?” Atkins asked, his expression casual, almost amused.

“Would hardly think it fair, three of us against eight little guys,” Teller said, assuming the same amused look while inside his thoughts were screaming to get this done and find Sachie before she got hurt.

“We’ll take that as a yes,” Johnson said and flipped open a wicked-looking switchblade.

Five of the men in the circle spun to face the new threat.

Teller took on the other two, knocking one out with a side kick to his throat.

When the other pulled out a knife, Teller dodged several jabs and grabbed the man’s wrist, ducked behind him and brought the wrist with him, shoving it deep up between his shoulder blades. Then he shoved the man forward and into the middle of a row of motorcycles. He fell over the top of one, taking it down, and, like dominoes, the rest of the motorcycles toppled, trapping the man beneath them.

Teller glanced over his shoulder at Johnson and Atkins. They were down to fighting one biker each.

“Go!” Johnson yelled. “Bennet and Ingram have their hands full. Find Sachie!”

Teller didn’t wait for Johnson to finish talking. He ran into the bar.

A fight had broken out between the Bandidos and the Devil’s Breed motorcycle clubs. Ingram and Bennet were busy trying to get a zip-tied Travis Finkel past two of the Pele Maka Club members.

Though they looked like they could use help, Teller couldn’t stop until he found Sachie.

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