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“I’m sorry,” Wynter says, smiling.
“Hey, no worries, I’ll call Karla to go out tonight,” I say, grabbing the bag.
“Awesome, I’m happy that you’re not upset,” Wynter says, nodding.
“I’m going to get ready,” I say, smiling.
“Be careful, you know that we’re on yellow alert, it’s totally safe out there,” Wynter says.
“I’ll be careful, besides, I might ask Karla to go with me to the Dreamhole, the brothers will be there.”
“Yeah, but that place is a dive,” Wynter says, shaking her head.
“It’s only to have fun, have some beer, and hear music,” I smirk.
“Right, the Brothers would be there,” Wynter says.
“Exactly, it’s perfect,” I say, walking out of her room.
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“Demon,” I yell, and walk into the clubhouse.
Demon is drinking a beer at the bar with the Brothers.
“Prez, the fuckers are here,” I growl, gathering my brows.
We don’t know if the motherfuckers will be open for a truce. However, I need to ensure this doesn’t blow up because of Poison.
Fuck!
I know that Poison messed around with the Wicked Warriors MC Prez, War, and I fucking hope it’s not going to start the war up again.
I look at Shade, and he lifts his chin, nodding. He knows, and we’re on the same page. It’s Demon that we have to worry about taking care of the sisters. He has too much on his plate and forgets to deal with them. But Shade and I keep an eye on them.
“Son of bitch! This fucking truce better work. Otherwise, we’re just fucking wasting our time. We need to be open to workingtogether to get rid of the Herd Boys, because they’re fucking with both MCs. Let’s get this done because I have shit to do,” Demon growls, pushing back off the barstool.
We walk towards the door, and the Wicked Warriors MC walk into the clubhouse. War stops in front of the door. He’s a tall fucker, with a badass attitude. He lifts his chin with his fisted hands on his side.
“War,” Demon growls, lifting his chin.
“Demon, thanks for the invite,” War says, nodding.
“Motherfucker, we need to talk. Let’s take this outside,” Demon grunts.
“Yes, we do,” War says, nodding.
The two MCs, Prez, walk out, and both MC Brothers walk behind them.
The Brothers spread out around the Pavilion, taking key positions around the two Prez, flanking Demon. I stay back, behind Demon, Shade, and I flank him, and Killer stands next to Diablo.
I’m listening and ready to protect my Prez, my MC. I’m the Man of Mayhem, it’s my job.
This can turn fucking deadly in a fucking second, so I’m fucking wound tight.
I need to be ready to take out the fuckers.
