Page 5 of Klutch's Kryptonite

“Yeah. Fuck Rogue,” Beast grumbles.

“As much as I wish it was that easy. It’s not. Yeah, this is our new start, but we can’t get complacent either,” Denali warns. “The Valenciaga family isn’t going to forget that we told them to get fucked. Not to mention the Cuban’s are their biggest rival.And Rogue…” Denali blows out a breath. “He certainly hasn’t forgotten what he sees as our betrayal.”

“He backed us into a corner,” I counter.

“Maybe so, but I guarantee that’s not how he sees it,” Pee Wee rumbles, his massive hands flexing on the table.

A knot of unease forms in my gut. The Renegade Bastards aren’t to be taken lying down, and Rogue has a particular talent for holding grudges. When we were unorganized and un-backed, he probably didn’t see us as a threat. Now that everything's coming together, that will quickly change. Not to mention the Valenciaga Cartel will have their own ax to grind.

Fuck. Without even throwing the first stone we have some serious enemies to watch out for.

“I’ve already reached out to the other chapters,” Denali continues. “They know our situation and have assured me that an attack on us is an attack on all Saints. We’ve got the full weight of the Saints behind us now.”

Relief washes through me at his words. That’s the difference between where we are now and where were nine months ago. We aren’t alone anymore. We have brothers scattered across the country who will ride to our aid if needed.

“Looks like things are finally turning around for us,” my father says, clapping me on the shoulder.

The words have barely left his mouth when the sound of gunfire shatters the moment. Multiple shots ring out in rapid succession.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Even through the thick brick walls of the clubhouse, the sound of automatic weapons is unmistakable. We’re under attack.

“Shit!” Beast yells as we all shove out of our chairs and crouch low beside the table.

“Fuck that noise,” Yukon shouts, moving toward the door.

“Fuck it.” Standing up, I pull my Glock from the holster and rush behind him out the door. At full speed, I run down the hallway into the common room, but Yukon is nowhere to be seen.

“Where is that crazy fucker?” Beast hurries around me to where the front door is standing wide open.

“I don’t know.” My heart is pounding. It’s been a minute since someone opened fire on us.

“You hit?” Denali asks, moving towards the door behind Beast.

“No.”

I follow them out in time to see Three black Escalades speeding away from the property. The tires squeal as they round the corner before finally disappearing from view.

“Prospects!” Denali bellows. “Shut those fucking gates!”

The two prospects who’ve been standing guard scramble to close the heavy steel gates, their faces pale with shock.

Titan comes running down the steps from the main entrance, tablet in hand. “I got it all on camera,” he pants. “Clear shots of the vehicles and partial plates.”

“Rogue sending a message?” Beast suggests, holstering his weapon now that the immediate threat has passed.

Denali arches a skeptical brow. “Driving Escalades?”

He has a point. Nobody from our old club owns anything that nice.

“Could be Valenciaga,” Titan offers, scrolling through footage on his tablet.

I frown, considering the possibility. “Why this?” I wave my hand around. “Why not kick in the doors and take us out with their army?”

“Maybe it was a warning,” my father suggests. “A reminder that they haven’t forgotten about us.”

“Maybe,” Denali says slowly.

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