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REID

With every step I take, the seriousness of the situation presses down on my shoulders and I go from wanting to fuck Alana in the dark alley after the way she talked about torturing her father to pulling my mask on and getting ready to work.

Other than ambushing Razor, it’s been a long time since I got my hands dirty. And while I might have given Alana permission to take her father out, I know that my time is coming.

With Kurt locked up in my basement—where I have no doubt he’ll be by the end of the night—there is going to be only one motherfucker to take down.

And he’s mine.

Heavy, confident footsteps pound behind me as we let ourselves into the building and move toward the stairs.

No words are said, but they’re not needed.

I know that the two men behind me have my back just as much as I have theirs.

Only a few weeks ago, I might have thought that would be impossible for one of them, but it seems things can change fast.

Hopefully, just like the leadership of this town.

There are a huddle of kids at the bottom of the stairwell, and the second they see us coming, they panic.

The one in the middle, who was clearly dealing, pockets his stash and attempts to run.

But if he thinks that’s going to happen then he’s even stupider than I first thought.

JD waits until he’s moved past him to twist his fingers in the back of the jackass’s hoodie and slams him back against the wall.

The couple of girls that were with him scream before running at full speed.

A couple of the guys hesitate, but the second I turn my eyes on them, they decide against supporting their asshole friend and also bolt.

“Name, motherfucker,” JD demands, getting right in the cunt’s face.

“J-J-Jamie,” he stutters, looking about three seconds from pissing his pants.

“Okay, J-J-Jamie. Want to tell me why you’re dealing on Hawks’ territory when you’re not a fucking Hawk.”

He swallows thickly, the little blood that was left in his face instantly draining.

“I-I-I’m sorry,” he whispers.

“You’re sorry?” JD asks, before shooting me and Mav a look over his shoulder. “He’s fucking sorry,” he repeats as if we didn’t hear his pathetic apology. “Where did you get it?”

“M-my brother.”

“And where did your brother get it from?”

If we thought the kid looked terrified before then we were clearly mistaken because that question takes his fear to a whole new level.

“Jamie,” JD says with a sinister smile. “You probably don’t need me to tell you that there is no reason why you should walk out of this building alive. You know who we are, right?”

He nods once.

“J, just shoot the motherfucker. We’ve got more important things to do than watch him piss himself.”

He whimpers at my words.

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