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Dutch was forced back outside the front door, and I saw fists flying as Dutch attempted to fend off Jahlil's men. Suddenly terrified, I bolted to the door. Dutch may have been a pain in the ass, but he was my motherfucking pain in the ass, and I had to help him.

I burst outside as the scene unfolded like a nightmare. He was fighting a group of men, and I couldn't let him do it alone.

Fuck, there was no way the two of us could survive all these men. That's when I spotted Dutch's bike. I sprinted toward the bike. A memory flashed through my mind. Malakai's patient voice guided me as I learned to ride."The bike should feel like an extension of you, lil' sis."

I swung my leg over the seat, using muscle memory as I fired the engine. For a second, I felt bittersweet nostalgia, but there was no time for that. I revved the engine and headed for the group of men in full force.

"Dutch, time to go!" I yelled.

I twisted the throttle, and was ready to plow through anyone who got in my way. To show them I wasn't playing, I charged one of the attackers. His eyes widened, but it was too late. I swerved hard, clipping him enough to send him sprawling.

"Shit," I blurted, adrenaline hitting me.

I turned around and headed back in their direction. This time, the men scrambled as I wreaked havoc. I weaved through a few like some crazy ass video game calledBump and Jump.

Dutch took advantage of the distraction, knocking out a few who refused to give up. I pulled up next to him.

"Get on!" I yelled.

He didn't hesitate, swinging onto the bike with a grace that wasn't possible for a man his size.

"Go, go!" he shouted in my ear.

I didn't need to be told twice as we hauled ass out of there, leaving a cloud of dust.

Once we were clear, all I heard was the rumble of his laughter against my back.

"Damn, where the fuck did you learn to ride?"

I grinned. "What, you thought Malakai was the only badass in the family?" For a moment, I wondered if I said the wrong thing, but then Dutch gently squeezed my waist.

"Remind me to never underestimate you again."

I turned my focus back to the road and focused on getting us back to the club in one piece.

After a ride across town, I pulled into the Sons of Shadows parking lot and killed the engine. I noticed a few of the crew were outside. Dutch dismounted the bike first and offered me a hand I didn't need, but I took it anyway.

I ran my hand through my locs. "That was some crazy shit. Malakai would've been proud!"

"I'm impressed. Your brother taught you well." A smile played on the corners of his mouth.

I tried to come down off my adrenaline high, noticing blood on Dutch's face. I cupped his face. "Are you all right?" I asked.

"I'm cool. Just promise me no more lone wolf stunts," he stated.

"I had everything under control. They went crazy when you showed up," I defended.

"Damn, I guess I did just bust in like fucking Superman. My bad."

"How about no more lone wolf stunts for you either, sir?"

"That's fair," he agreed.

We moved toward the building and I was still wired. "No wonder Malakai loved riding."

"It's a rush, but don't get cocky. Jahlil's going to be out for blood now."

I nodded as reality came crashing back.

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