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“Fuck!”

Her low curse causes my heart to leap.

“What is it?”

“Emilio D’Angelo and his men. I think it’s them.” She gasps and her hand covers her mouth.

“What is it?”

“There’s a body—on the ground.”

A sharp pain slices through my heart as I cry, “Atom?”

“No.”

I exhale with relief.

“I can’t make it out, but he’s not wearing a club jacket.”

She jumps away from the window and says in horror, “They are leaving.”

The sound of car tires squealing from the yard is my cue to join her, and I stare at the scene beneath my window in shock.

Atom steps toward the body and bends down and as he holds the man’s head in his arms, he yells something and three more of his men come and surround it.

We watch as they carry the body inside the clubhouse, and Candy’s voice shakes as she whispers, “This isn’t good. It’s a declaration of war and the only possible outcome is a whole heap of trouble for The Dark Angels.”

CHAPTER 46

ATOM

The Angels came from all directions, shrugging on their jackets, holding their weapons. Standard procedure when attacked.

It’s surprising how a gunshot can sober a man up quickly alongside some home truths that were a long time coming.

I don’t have time to work out what Clara’s revelations mean to me before I’m aiming my weapon through the crack of the shuttered window at Emilio D’Angelo, who is holding one of the prospects by the neck.

“Atom.” He yells, his manic gaze directed toward the clubhouse.

“This is your first warning.”

The glint of his knife catches the light as he slices a piece out of the prospect’s face and pushes him into the dirt at his feet.

His men are covering him with bullets flying from their guns as he jumps into his car and they take off at speed.

We waste no time in spilling out into the night air and as I cradle Ryan’s head in my hand, I shout for backup.

He is bleeding from a large cut slicing through one half of his face and Razor presses a cloth against the wound, causing Ryan to groan in pain.

We carry him into the clubhouse and take him directly to the kitchen, where Billy does what he does best and patches the poor kid up.

“He’ll need stitching, and the best place is the emergency room.” He says with anger and I note Ryan’s pale face as he struggles to remain conscious.

“Call Doctor Monroe. He’ll know what to do?”

I note Razor making the call and Ryan gasps, “I’m sorry, Atom. They were onto me.”

I shake my head because Ryan has been working as a spy in Emilio’s club in a bid to earn his patch, feeding information back to us. When Michael ceased existing, his men were left with doubts about their future and Emilio has been asserting his authority and regrouping.

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