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I need space. My head is all muddled up, and I need to forget about this encounter, figure out how to dodge the next one withBrock, or learn how to get a backbone so I can finally get rid of his evil before ridding myself of this trauma.

Besides, it’s not like Blade’s going to become my knight in shining leather.

Chapter 7

Blade – Two Days Later

I grit my teeth as I watch Fury prospects ransacking Devil’s Nightmare, our nightclub, ensuring every bit of furniture is broken and every glass shattered while scaring the customers.

Fuckers.

Two are smashing the mirrors behind the bar while one is beating up our bar manager, Dom, who isn’t even part of the club.

Pathetic weasels.

“Yet a fucking gain. He’s sent prospects instead of his brothers to do their dirty work,” Psycho snaps from his seat beside me, and I snap my pen breathing hard.

This is retaliation for the goods we stole, gaining one-hundred thousand dollars from the Mexican cartel. Hossa was extremely happy about his purchase, claiming they were the best he’s had,and how we got them just makes the son of a bitch even happier, considering the Furies tried selling them for double what we got, something they weren’t worth.

If Axe isn’t careful, he will make himself more enemies than just us.

“Fuck, I knew we should have burned down Big Mackenzie’s,” Viper groans, and I raise a brow at him as Venom and Psycho snort.

“I thought we agreed yesterday that plan was off the table because you, Venom and Psycho fucked Michelle and want another round?” I ask, and Psycho snaps, “I didn’t fuck her!” and I look his way and raise a brow.

He sighs, “Ivy called, so I went to help her instead. Her fucking car broke down again, and somebody,” he sides eyes Venom, “was busy getting his dick sucked and ignored her calls.”

Venom winces and mumbles, “I already feel like shit about that, especially knowing Grandad was usually the one she’d call. I don’t need you making me feel worse.”

I wince before looking back at the TV and sigh.

Thousands worth of damages were done, not as much as what we got for their guns, but thousands nonetheless, and a manager with a concussion.

“Surely this can’t all be because of your mother’s shit?” Fury questions.

I reply, “It doesn’t feel like it, but what else could it be?” I look around at the brothers, “We’ve kept the peace for years. None of us have poached on their territory. None of us had taken a pop at the girls or stolen their property for personal reasons. They’ve declared war, and now is the time to fight back. They don’t even care if civilians get caught in the crossfire,” I nod to the TV as an elderly man gets a bullet to his head, “This is proof of that. The cops don’t want answers, they want us to deal with it.”

“So, we take out their biggest source of income first – the diner while intercepting their runs,” Venom says. “I’m sure Michelle can find another job, besides, it was just sex, and the bitch tried poking holes in my condoms this morning when I went for a second round so the bitch can burn with the rest of the place.”

The brothers all nod, and dark chocolate eyes pop into my head.

Her name tag said Luna, but to me, she looked more like a Princess who wanted to escape life. I saw the pain she tried to hide in her eyes, the bags lining underneath them.

She had a fire within her, but she’s breaking and fuck me, I want her.

“I say we burn it tonight,” Fury growls.

Venom adds, “I’m up for that.”

“We’ll hold off on the diner for now,” I cut in quickly, needing more time to figure a way to get this woman in my bed, something I never had to do before but burning down her income would most likely put me on her shit list and my dick won’t get any action.

The brothers look my way with raised brows and I hide my wince.

“Is this about the waitress?” Psycho asks, and Fury questions, “What waitress?”

“Our Pres here got sidetracked when we were at the diner by another waitress. She was hot as fuck,” Viper says, and I fist my hands under the table before I grab his neck and strangle him. His words, for reasons I don’t know or understand, are fucking pissing me off.

“It’s not about the waitress,” I snap, more ferocious than anticipating, causing the brothers to smirk. I take a deep breath and say calmly, “It’s about the waiting game. We’ll start with the two prospects in the basement first.”

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