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“Access my phone tracker. I’m going after a Bloody Scorpion, who was at the scene,” I replied and concentrated on chasing this fuck.

The roads were remarkably empty, and he didn’t have much cover. He couldn’t weave in and out like I imagined he had planned to. Which was why when I pulled my weapon once on a little-used road and shot his tyres, he went down and survived. Albeit, he’d have a nasty road rash as his jeans shredded alongside his hoodie as he slid along the ground. But for once someone had brains as he wore a helmet.

He remained a stupid fuck, though, for not protecting his body.

I climbed off my bike and dialled Warden a third time.

“Soul?” he said, sounding tired of me already.

“Need a van and Slasher. He’s down,” I replied.

“We have you and are heading your way. I’ll call Vogue to bring a van.”

“Okay,” I responded and hung up.

I waited, one eye on him and the other on any incoming traffic. If someone stopped, I’d have to tell Warden, but nobody did, and Warden appeared with Bogeyman, Slasher, and Thunderbird riding behind him.

Warden climbed off and looked at me. “He alive?”

“He keeps making noises, so I guess so,” I said, and Warden nodded.

“Noble’s coming, he’ll drop a barrier,” Bogeyman interrupted. “That way, anyone looking won’t see shit apart from Thunderbird parked up on his bike.”

That made sense. Safer than having a random passerby steal my catch from me. My fingers already itched to hold Keres. And unluckily for him, I’d sharpened her yesterday!

Noble arrived a few minutes later and Vogue twenty minutes after him. We loaded the Bloody Scorpion into the van, and Vogue took off.

The asshole had been tied and gagged, so Vogue was safe from him. Five minutes after she left, Wisecrack came with a tow truck for the bike. It would disappear into our breakers yard and be sold for scrap.

I followed Warden and the others. The Bloody Scorpions might have struck a blow this morning. The Royal Bastards were about to strike back.

???

“Who is he?” I asked Warden.

“His name is Rager, he is a prick,” Warden answered.

“Well, he’s alive,” I murmured.

“Not for long,” Romeo muttered.

I glanced across and checked my brother. He was slightly pale but nodded at me.

“The motherfucker’s brain is a cess pit. Tap authorised this,” Romeo confirmed. “It was a retaliation for their last shipment getting pinched by the law.”

“Anything else planned?” Warden asked.

I was amused. Rager remained unconscious, and Romeo was literally walking through his mind.

“They plan to hit the brothel,” Romeo said.

Vogue straightened from where she leaned against a wall. “Can I have Dynamo?”

“Call her now and get over there. Romeo, any idea when?”

“I’m not sure. This asshole is pumped full of the shit he sells. It’s soon, that’s all I know,” Romeo replied.

“I’ll head over now.” Vogue left the room and headed out.

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