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The ringleader shook his head.“Yeah, not sure we can do that yet.”

“Then tell us what the fuck you want,” Clash growled.

The leader stepped forward.“Heard you had a run-in with some of my guys the other day.”

That’s when it clicked.

“Lo,” I whispered.“April.”

He gave me a tight nod.“I know, babe.”

“We took care of that,” Lo called.“There isn’t anything else to discuss.”

The guy rubbed the back of his neck.“Really?You think that was handled?”

“Yeah,” Wrecker said, stepping forward.“Your guy mistreated his woman, and we showed him what happens when you do that.”

“You didn’t need to step in,” he snapped.

Lo’s voice darkened.“We don’t owe you an explanation.You’re a riding club on crotch rockets and Hondas.Do you even know who the fuck you’re talking to?”

Lo motioned to Rigid to turn around.Clash followed suit.The backs of their cuts gleamed under the motel parking lot lights.

“Heard of us?”Wrecker asked.

The leader visibly gulped.

“Yeah,” Slayer said with a low laugh.“I think they just figured it out.”

“You came on our turf,” the guy tried.

“We’re on vacation, asshole,” Lo replied.“Your buddies acted up.We handled it.You should be thanking us for setting them straight.”

Lo and Wrecker stepped forward again.The tough guy facade cracked.You could see the hesitation.The sweat.The nervous glances.

Rigid stepped in front of me.Clash moved Alice behind him.The guys weren’t taking chances.

“How about we tell you who we are?”Lo suggested.“Then you can decide how the rest of this conversation is going to go.”

Wrecker jabbed a finger in Lo’s direction.“This guy?Closely tied to the Banachi.As in blood ties.”

The guy blinked.“Banachi?”

Lo nodded.“For the past twenty-odd years.”

“Next,” Wrecker said, but the guy cut him off, hands raised.

“No, no.I don’t need to know what’s next.”

He whirled on E.“Fucking apologize.”

E looked ready to argue.

“Do it,” the leader growled.

“Sorry,” E grunted.

Wrecker cupped a hand around his ear.“What was that?”