Page 141 of Psycho

A chair was thrown at my back, breaking apart on impact.

Fucking hell, that hurt.

I was going to be pissed off if I ended up bruising and scaring Lainey.

I turned around to the fucker dumb enough to attack me from behind, and his eyes widened, taking a step back when I moved toward him, holding his hand up and shaking his head.

“What exactly are you saying no to? You decided to stay and fight. So fight me.”

I sized up the man.

He was thinner than me, younger than me, and from the looks of it, had less experience fighting than I did.

What did this fucker think would happen when he came into King’s Men territory and started a fight?

“Please, man. We’re just doing what we were paid to do.”

His words made me pause.

Paid?

Someone paid them to come here and…

Distract us.

My blood ran cold, and I moved toward him, clutching his shirt.

“Who paid you?” I asked, pulling him closer to me until his feet were no longer touching the ground.

He struggled in my hold. “I-I don’t know. We were told to just keep ‘the big fucker’ in this bar.”

His hand aimed in my direction.

I tightened my arms around him.

There was only one reason why they needed to keep me here.

Lainey.

Fucking hell.

I pulled back and punched the fucker, knocking him out before grabbing a chair and standing up on the table.

We were making good on bringing these fuckers down, but it was going to take time.

Time that I apparently didn’t fucking have.

A quick check on my watch said it was only a little after noon.

Around the time Lainey would go to lunch.

I threw the chair on the floor, causing a loud bang. Everyone stopped and looked at me.

“Tie up those fuckers and take them to the warehouse near the District,” I said to the five brothers. They nodded and got to work.

Dominic and Roman came up to me.

“What’s going on?” Roman asked.

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