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Blue eyes haunted my unconsciousness.

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KAI

I frowned downat the reports I’d just gotten my hands on.

Mom had been working at a strip club owned by the Savkin Bratva for two years now. She had been in Las Vegas, so what made her decide to come back to Sacramento?

And why the fuck was the Savkin Bratva suddenly popping up so much?

They were a small Russian gang that never went anywhere.

And now, they were popping up—working with Frank Gallagher, of all people—and appearing in California.

I would have gone to their home base had I known where the fuck that was.

I hadn’t even seen Grigoriy Savkin’s ugly mug around here.

Where the fuck were all these little cockroaches hiding, and what the fuck was my mom’s involvement in all this?

It was possible she was here as a distraction, and if that was the case, it was working because there were men from the club sent out to track her down.

I clenched my fists and let out a deep exhale.

My phone rang on the desk, and I picked it up when I saw Dad’s name.

“Hey.”

“Have you seen the news, son?” he asked by way of greeting.

“No, why? What’s happening?”

There was something about his voice that told me whatever they were reporting wasn’t something good for us.

“Turn it on. You’re at the bar, right?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll be there in ten.”

He hung up.

I searched for a news channel online. The headline popped out at me right away.

PRISON RIOT. TWO PRISONERS AND THREE PRISON GUARDS DEAD. KING’S MEN TO BLAME?

What the fuck?

I clicked on the video clip. A reporter came on.

“This just in. There has been a reported riot in the state prison here in Sacramento that has resulted in the death of five people, three of which included prison guards. Our source tells us the riot started at around eight a.m. this morning and lasted about forty-five minutes. It is unclear what provoked the riot, but there have been talks that the members of the notorious King’s Men Motorcycle Club might be responsible.”

Another man came onto the screen. He could be seen standing in front of the prison. “The question we all have is: why would the King’s Men do this? The motive is still unclear, but authorities are working hard to reassure people that what happened in the prison will not happen in the city.”

“But are we safe? We have been letting the King’s Men run this city for so long. Why aren’t our elected officials doing anything about this?” the woman asked the man.

My fists clenched. Fuck, even I knew this was going to cause trouble for us, not just because the authorities would be keeping a closer eye on us, making it harder to do business, but the citizens would be as well.

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