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“Looks like you’ve lost a few men as well as weight. What’s up with that?”

“Again, fuck you!”

“Your vocabulary is seriously limited,” smirked Skull. “Even a big oaf like me knows more than just ‘fuck you’. Maybe try something new, something fresh.”

They could see the man rolling things through his mind, like he was trying to find new words or phrases, but it wasn’t working for him.

“You owe me some motorcycles,” he growled.

“How do you figure?” asked Blade, standing beside Razor, Bryce, Blade, Noa, and Noah. He stared at the big line-up of men and for just a moment wondered if he’d made a mistake but his ego wouldn’t allow him to think that way.

“You destroyed my bikes. You owe me the motorcycles. All that you have here.”

“That’s not the way this works,” said Whiskey. “See, you have to prove that we destroyed your bikes, file a suit in court, oh wait. You wouldn’t do that because you don’t like law enforcement unless you can pay them to do your dirty work. Like you paid the security team to ignore the fact that you’re on the floor after the show has officially closed.”

“I will kill you,” he said with spittle flying from his lips. He was so angry, foam formed in the corners of his mouth.

“You will try,” said Skull. “You won’t succeed.”

“H-hey, boss,” said one of his men.

“In a minute!”

“B-boss,” said the man again. Killer turned to find his men all being held at gunpoint. Even Leo had a man in a chokehold with crowbar crushing his windpipe.

Killer shook his head, hearing the words of the men who’d told him, if you see a dozen, count on there being a hundred in hiding. They were at least right about that.

“Did you kill my son?” he asked.

“Never met your son,” said Skull. “Poor kid having a father like you must have been disappointing.”

“You think you’ve won but you haven’t. I will get the bikes. I will get the girls back. And I damn sure will make certain that nun doesn’t fucking testify.”

“Oh, see that’s where you’re wrong,” said Blade. “You won’t ever see that woman again. But you’ll damn sure know that she put your ass in prison. Do you know what they do to men like you in prison? Harry.”

He wanted to scream. He wanted to lash out. He wanted to kill. But they had bested them, at least for now. He nodded at them, then backed up.

“You’ve won this round. But you won’t win again.” He walked toward the escalators leading to the main floor of the convention center. One-by-one, the men released his men and they practically ran toward their boss.

All eyes turned to Leo who had a big smile on his face.

“That’s was fucking awesome!”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

“Dude was great,” said Whiskey. “He offered to stay with the boys and guard the remaining bikes. We had footage of Killer paying off security and a few local officers. They’ve all been fired.”

“And this guy, Leo. You think we should put him through our interviews?” asked Luke standing with the senior leaders.

“I think he’s a shoo-in, Luke. He’s young, single, two different branches of service for all the right reasons. Solid dude and damn sure showed his ingenuity in this situation,” said Skull.

“Alright. Have him contact me tomorrow and if he’s interested, I’ll start the interview process. You guys need any help at the convention center?”

“We got it, Luke. But you’ll be the first to know if we don’t,” smirked Whiskey.

Luke laughed, then walked toward his father, hugging him, giving him a kiss on the cheek like he always did. Years ago he’d made the decision to always leave the room with a hug and kiss for his parents, but especially for his father. You never knew when he, or you, might not come home.

“How in the hell does this idiot think he’s going to take us on with only a few men?” asked Ian.

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