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Arlo’s gaze snapped to Blaze, and he waved. Blaze tipped his chin up, lips twitching.
Sawyer took hold of Arlo’s shoulders and moved him back around and into the apartment. I quickly followed, leaving my lover to do what he had to, to make sure no one bothered these people again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
BLAZE
As soon as the door closed, I shook the guy by his tee, banging his head into the wall. “You need to listen to what I say?—”
“I have more people?—”
Loyal clicked the safety off. “Listen, fucker.”
The guy shut his mouth and glared out of his good eye. The other one was already swelling shut.
I pressed him against the wall, holding him there with a hand to the chest. “Whatever debt Sawyer’s parents had ends today. The boy owes you and your cronies nothing. If you come for him or the old lady, you’ll have me and the Diamond MC to deal with again.” I moved in close. “And believe me, you don’t want to see us again.”
“You don’t even know who I work for.”
“Yeah? Who?”
“He’ll kill you all.”
“Give us a name,” Loyal demanded, digging his gun into the guy’s temple more.
“Adrick Hail. He owns half of Vegas with all his clubs and casinos. It’s his money that fucker’s parents—Christ,” he barked when Loyal hit him on the top of his head with the back of the gun.
“Adrick Hail?” I asked, sharing an amused look with Loyal.
“Yeah.”
I pulled my phone out and scrolled through my contacts, found the one I needed, and placed the cell to my ear. It rang three times before the Russian voice clipped through the phone. “Why would you be calling me? West and I were about to climb into bed.”
“Adrick, I have a guy here saying he’s collecting money from Sawyer because of what his deceased parents owe you.”
The guy paled.
“Say again?”
“Loyal and I took out a group of guys that’ve been collecting Sawyer’s wage off him for months because his parents owed you money. Sawyer had to sell the family home because of their parents’ debt. He’s living in the wrong part of town in a beat-up apartment building where nothing fuckin’ works.”
Shit. I didn’t need to tell him all that, but the burning anger got the best of me for a second.
“You know the men who work for me, and I know the debt owed to me. Whoever you have is lying. What is his name?”
“Name,” I ordered.
He shook his head.
“Give me your fuckin’ name before I break your fingers,” Loyal snarled.
“Stop,” Adrick said, hearing Loyal.
“Wait,” I told Loyal.
“Tell me where you are. I will send my men. They will deal with these people. You have all been through enough. Let me finish this.”
“Agreed.”
