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The MC starts to yell and whistle. Michail pulls back, grinning, and winks.

I know that my face is red. I’m so embarrassed.

“Let’s eat because we have a long time to go before, I take you home,” Michail growls, cupping my cheek.

CHAPTER 6

Michail

Months later.

The sky is dark navy, and the stars are sparkling bright. A team of Kings’ are loading up the cage. We have a shipment that we need to run down to the Oregon border.

“Let’s hurry! Get the crates in the cage,” Jaxx growls, looking around at the Kings’. He walks over to count the boxes in the warehouse.

I clench my jaw, flipping off the VP.

Yeah, I’m fucking pissed off.

I need to be close to my Baby girl since she will be having my baby any day.

“Don’t worry, Scarlett is with your old lady. They were going to have some pizza after the movie,” Iceman says, leaning down, and grabbing the box.

“Right,” I guff, clenching my jaw.

I pull out my cell to look at the time, and no fucking texts. My Baby girl always sends me a text when she gets home.

Fuck!

I have a weird feeling in my gut. I always listen to my gut. It’s late, and I’m so fucking wind uptight, I’m going to explode.

I know she’s okay, and I have a prospect watching my house, but I'm on edge with all of the threats from the small drug gangs.

I take the crate from one end and Iceman at the other end, walking out of the warehouse and stacking it inside the cage.

The hum and explosion of gunshots echo around us, hitting the crates. I fall onto the ground, rolling onto my stomach. I look at the brothers hiding behind the cage and crates.

Motherfuckers dare to come to our territory. What the fuck! These punks can’t take our shipment.

I see Jaxx inside the warehouse, behind the crates. Slayer is behind the other cage in the warehouse.

Thank fuck that we’re here to protect the VP. Boom, Cisco and me, the Men Of Mayhem and Iceman, and Tex, the Enforcers. We have other members here to help with the run, but now it appears we have to deal with that, the fucking drug gang, the Cougars.

“It’s the Cougars,” Iceman murmurs, crawling next to me.

I clench my jaw, taking out one of the Cougars running towards the cage.

Motherfucker!

The gunshots rain all over, hitting the crates, the warehouse, and the trees. I see the motherfuckers crawling forward from behind the garbage dumpster.

I’m ready to take them out, aiming my Glock; I pull the trigger.

Hell yes!

It’s hard to see through the gun smoke. I crawl forward to help my bros on the right near the gate.

“Ooouf,” I hiss as a motherfucker land on top of me.

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