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“Fuck The Anarchy Saints! They don’t run nothing round here but their fucking mouths.” I can hear Deuce Deuce, yelling, pumping his crew up.

“Yeah, and you see what that gets them? A dead President.” Someone else laughs, and I fucking lose it.

Cocking my gun, I kick in the door and make myself known. “Looks like you’re about to be dead, too.” And then, I let my bullets fly.

Deuce Deuce yells, “Mother fu-” and he catches a bullet in the shoulder. “You shot me? You fucking shot me!”

“Next, it’s gonna be your dick.” I say, eyes scanning the rest of the room to make sure he’s the only one alive. I watch as he begins to squirm and tries to move away from me, but I shoot him in both his legs.

“You fucking coward! Is this how you fight? By shooting people without giving them the chance to defend themselves?” He screeches through the pain.

Bending down to his level, grabbing his shoulder, and forcing him to look at me I answer,“No, it’s how I shoot pussies that would have shot me in the back if given the chance.” My boot connects with his chest as I apply pressure. “What made you think you could come move in on our turf and pollute it with your man-made drugs? Huh? Who gave you the green light to sell on Anarchy Saints territory?”

“Fuck you!” Two punches to the face later, he says, “What makes you think I needed anyone’s seal of approval? Just because your President was murdered and you inherited the title doesn’t make you worthy of the job.” He spits blood from the side of his mouth. “What are you doing that separates you from anyone else?”

“It doesn’t matter whatIdo that separates me from the others. My turf, my rules. Looks like I’ll have to make an example out of you and show others what happens when you fuck around withThe Anarchy Saints.” I say, aiming my gun at his head. “Any last words?”

“Yeah, do you want to know who killed Clive?” He’s trying to bait me, and I know he doesn’t know anything about his death.

“You’re pathetic. You don’t know shit about Clive’s death, and it’s fucking sad that you would try to use that to save yourself.” I say before I cock my gun.

He begins to beg for his life. “Please, no don’t ki-”

Bang!

The gun goes off, and he lays lifeless underneath my boot. “Fucking pig.” I stand back and admire my handwork.

Deuce Deuce and his crew are no more, others will hear what happened here tonight, and I don’t fucking care. Anyone that doesn’t like the way things are going will meet the same fate. Holstering my gun, I take a few deep breaths, savoring this moment.

Seconds later, I’m heading out the same way I came in, passing the bartender. “You work for The Anarchy Saints now. Tell me, who else ran with Deuce Deuce.”

From that day forward, the club was mine. Tats, the bartender, pledged his allegiance to The Anarchy Saints, and we took down everyone that was a part of Deuce’s drug ring.

Our name was embedded into the minds of those who threatened to take us down, burned into the bodies of the ones who tried to steal from us, and forever engraved into the souls of the ones left to pick up the pieces.

We are The Anarchy Saints, and nobody will ever come between us and all that we’ve built.

Chapter Two

Ivy

December 25th, 2022

Warmth spreads within my chest, blossoming throughout my entire body. My cheeks burn a bright shade of red as the chest swelling sensation makes my toes curl.

“You feel so good, Evie.” Jake whispers into the crook of my neck, thrusting in and out of me as he calls me that damn nickname I despise more than spiders.

I mentally shake from the thought of those eight-legged creatures.

He’s been doing it since we first got together. In the beginning, I corrected him. After he showed no signs that he would stop, I gave up.

That should have been the first sign that some things would never change.

Opening my legs wider to accommodate his larger frame, I whisper, “I love you, Jake.”

His pace quickens, a relaxed smile crosses his face before he pulls back, and looks at me. Something flashes across his handsome face, but before I can register what it means, it’s gone.

Wrapping his hands under my ass, he lifts, slamming into me with all he’s got, hitting every nook and cranny I never knew he could.

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