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He wraps his arm around my neck. I push back, bucking, throwing him off.

The gunshots continue to pop around us as I throw him on the ground. I turn around, grabbing him by the neck, pulling him up, head-butting the motherfucker. I swing my fist back, punching him in the face, raising my leg, kneeing him in the balls. The punk folds over, falling onto the ground. I straddle him, punching his mug over and over.

“Bear, don’t kill him; we need to get some deets from the motherfucker,” Iceman huffs, taking hold of my arm.

“Fuck,” I growl, glaring at my bro, shaking my head.

I stare at the motherfucker laying on the ground with a broken nose, split lip, and blood running from his head. I turn him over to look at his colors. He’s wearing a black leather jacket with the Cobra on the back.

“Fuck, he’s a fucking Cobra,’ I growl.

“Motherfuckers had the nerve to come here. I thought they were pussy punks,” Iceman growls.

“You got that, right? Did we get them,” I ask, pushing off the ground, looking around in the dark, trying to see through the fog.

“Yeah, I saw a few run out of the gate and jump into an old cage,” Iceman says, nodding.

“I’m taking this motherfucker inside for the enforcers to work him over,” I say, bending down. I grab him from the fucking armpits pulling him into the warehouse.

“Get the crates loaded and deliver it,” Jaxx walks out to the open garage door, looking into the night.

“The crates are loaded,” Tex says, nodding.

“Right, I need you to stay to work over this motherfucker,” Jaxx says, looking at Boom.

“Right,” Boom says, nodding.

“All clear,” Casper says, stopping inside the warehouse in front of Jaxx.

“Get ready to go in five; this run needs to be done,” Jaxx yells, clapping his hands.

CHAPTER 7

Michail

I walk over to grab my other Glock from my bike, sliding it into my boot.

“Bear, Iceman, you need to get gone because your old ladies are in the hospital,” Tex says, walking towards me.

“Fuck,” Iceman yells, clenching his hands.

“What the fuck,” I growl, glaring at Tex.

“Fuck, what happened,” Iceman asks, turning to Tex, clenching his hands.

“The po-po, Carter, called Jaxx,” Tex snarls.

Carter is a po-po in the club's pocket. Yeah, lots of po-po's work for us. You’ll be surprised what money can buy.

“Fuck,” I growl, running to my bike.

I can hear Iceman running behind me. We start the bike, I pull on my helmet, and I pull out of the warehouse.

My heart is pounding so damn fast; it feels like it’s going to explode.

What the fuck happened?

Oh god, please save my Baby girl and my baby. Please.

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