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The suit stopped in front of Kaz, who shifted, placing his feet shoulder-width apart before crossing his arms.
“You’ve come to the wrong town,” the suit said, his eyes cold and his voice flat.
“Have I?” Kaz tilted his head slightly to the side. “Or haveyou?”
The man’s lips quirked, but if it was from annoyance or amusement, he couldn’t tell.
“I’m here giving you a warning to leave as a courtesy,” the suit said, gaze moving to Kaz’s left, where the wall with their colors painted on it was, thanks to Emmett, “because I respect the Kings, but you need to get the hell outta my town, you understand?”
“We’re not here for anybody’s turf. We’re just here to hang out and ride our bikes,” Killian said.
The suit snapped his gaze onto Killian, and with a sneer, he said, “Oh, I know exactly what you are and what you plan to do here, and I don’t want any of that bullshit in my town.”
Cold slithered down Kaz’s spine. A bad feeling hit him in the gut. Something about the way the suit said it had him thinking he might actually know what they did. He didn’t like that one fucking bit. No one was supposed to know outside of the Kings and Disciples.
“Dante,” came from behind Kaz, and he didn’t have to turn to know who’d spoken.
“Kian,” the suit?Dante?said, his voice silky smooth.
“Serrano,” Killian said under his breath, and if Kaz had been worried before, it had nothing on how he felt when Dante gave Killian a small knowing smile.
“Aw, did you miss me so much you came to see me, Danty?”
Dante’s smile dropped instantly, and a look of pure annoyance replaced it.
“No,” Dante said, a slight growl in his voice.
“What? You didn’t miss me?” Kian asked, pushing past Kaz to get in Dante’s face. “You’re such a liar.”
Dante’s guys tensed, hands on their guns, but Dante waved them off while glaring at Kian.
“The only reason I haven’t shot you is because I like your father. So don’t push me, Kian.”
Kian guffawed, clapping a hand on Dante’s shoulder, and while Dante glared at the offending limb, Kian said, “I didn’tknow you were into daddies, but you know my Pop’s taken, right?”
Dante grabbed Kian’s hand on his shoulder and twisted his arm behind his back, bringing Kian up against his chest. Kaz had a hand on his gun the next second, and as far as he could tell, everyone else had, too.
“Stop pissing me off,” Dante growled, squeezing hard enough to make Kian cry out.
“Why would I?” Kian gasped out. “I enjoy it too much.”
For a moment, Kaz wasn’t sure if they were going to end up in a firefight or not. He wasn’t one bit surprised that Kian’s big mouth would’ve gotten them into one, though.
Dante pushed Kian back, and Kaz caught him with a hand on his back to stop Kian from crashing into him.
“One week,” Dante said, his gaze on Kaz. He turned and walked toward his car, his goons following. Kaz didn’t take his eyes off Dante and his men until all the cars left their driveway, and then he turned to glare at Kian, who was rubbing his hand.
Kian looked up, a grimace spreading on his face when he noticed Kaz glaring at him.
“I’ll call my Pop. See if I can smooth this shit out,” Kian said and took off, pulling his phone out of his pocket.
Kaz met Solo’s gaze, and when he gave his friend a nod, Solo got on his bike and took off down the driveway. He needed more information. He needed a better idea of what was going on before he took action.
“What a shitshow,” Killian said with a sigh, fingers threaded behind his head. “You think we’re getting into a damned turf war now?”
“I hope not, but if we do, Dante’s gonna have one hell of a fight on his hands.”
This was their home now. They weren’t going anywhere.
