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“I should have helped her instead of being a fucking dick. Bambi was almost killed multiple times because I couldn’t get my head out of my ass.”

Striker sits back and nods his head. “And your sister could have been killed because I was being an ass and didn’t chase after her. But we moved on and look at ourselves now.”

I lean against the wall and take it all in. There were so many times I could have lost Bambi. I couldn’t even think about what I would have done...

We all sit in silence, letting Bambi’s story sink in until Striker slams his hand down on the desk.

“We all should have helped her. My pop should have helped her with no strings attached instead of making her a club girl.”

Maverick places his hand on Striker’s shoulder. “We’ll deal with that later. Let’s just be happy that Bambi is okay.”

I nod and stare out the large window behind Striker’s desk, letting that dark part of my soul come out. But I quickly clamp it down and turn back to my brother’s.

“We will deal with Bear later. I’m fucking pissed and want to know what the fuck was going on his head that day.”

Striker stands and rolls his neck from side to side.

“Alright. Let’s get down to Church and deal with this shit show.”

All three of us head down the stairs and into Church. Our brothers are already in the seats, waiting. They know when to joke and when to be serious; and this is one of those serious times.

The Devil’s Highwaymen didn’t fucking play, and we had no problem showing why we ruled this area.

Striker sits at the head of the table while Maverick and I take our seats on each side of him. He slams the gavel down and glares out among the brothers.

“I am fucking done. Tiffani’s body was found nailed to the front doors of Studio Forty-Eight.”

Everybody starts to whisper and Striker slams his fist down.

“I wasn’t fucking done! They left a note for Bambi stuffed in Tiffani’s mouth. I don’t know what their fucking game is, but I’m done.”

I growl and look up at him, “What’s the fucking note say, Pres?”

He turns and pulls a small piece of paper out of his pocket.

“Get the fuck out of this town before I get you.”

I slam my hands down and stand up. The rage inside me was begging to come out. Rattling its cages, feigning for violence and blood.

“What the fuck is going on? I don’t get their game, Joker.”

He just shakes his head and frowns. “I don’t either,hermano. I figured they would be after Willow, but now he’s after Bambi too. Maybe he’s pissed that both women are with you guys and not him? They figure Willow is locked down so go after Bambi, easier target.”

I growl and stand up, running my hands through my short hair. I need to keep Bambi safe and finally claim her as my Old Lady.

Mav snaps his fingers in front of my face, and I look up.

“You with us?”

I shake my head and turn to Striker. Nodding, Striker looks at me while he speaks.

“Weapons. We’re done fucking playing games. I want them taken out as soon as we can. I want all the chapters here, nomads, any allies we have. All of them fucking here, ASAP.”

He barks orders to the other brothers, then slams the gavel down again.

“Church is over. Get to work so we can obliviate these motherfuckers.”

I jump out of my seat and head down to our weapons room. Joker is close behind me and for the next hour, we go over all the weapons we have and what we need to get.

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