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Cade was first, followed by Bodhi, Noah, Noa, Max, Alec, and Tailor. The men stepped inside and the mood in the café suddenly shifted from assured to unsure.

When the bell rang again, they stared at Titus, Rory, Luke, Rush, Gator, Skull, Matt, Kev, JB, BJ, and Tobias. Gunner and Razor brought up the rear. They were so busy watching the men enter the café, they didn’t notice the men that had come through the back.

Behind the café counter now stood Ham, Christian, Moose and Dan. The men poured themselves coffee and took a seat at the counter.

“Didn’t know this was someone else’s territory,” said the woman.

“It’s our home,” said Ham. “Can we help you?”

“Just looking for a girl. My daughter,” she said holding up the photo. “She was kidnapped years ago and we’ve been searching for her.”

“That’s a shame,” said Luke. “Kidnapped and you’ve never found her? Was it reported to the police? FBI?” The woman chewed the inside of her mouth. They knew she and her club wouldn’t have involved the police in anything, even if it was real.

“No. And we had our reasons. She’s mine. My daughter. I want her back and I will get her.”

“Seems to me if she wanted to be found, she would be,” said Tailor. The man standing to his right did something foolish. He reached for a weapon and Tailor gripped his wrist, bones cracking as he screamed like a child.

“Now see, that wasn’t nice,” said Alec. “We were being hospitable and you had someone try to pull a weapon on us.”

“We’re all carrying,” smirked the woman. “You and your big asses won’t stop bullets.”

It was like a well-rehearsed ballet as more than a dozen, strange, futuristic weapons were pulled, the sound of the first bullets entering their chambers. Not one of the bikers had the chance to pull their own weapons.

Neela stared at the men, turning in a half-circle, realizing her men were seriously outmanned.

“You came to our home, threatened our people, and you expected us to just let that happen?” asked Ham. “I should kill you all right here except that would mean Miss Judy would have to mop the place again. We don’t know the girl in the photo. We suggest you turn around and don’t come back.”

“I think you’re lying,” said the woman standing from her chair. She wasn’t very big but you could tell she’d survived by pure fighting skills and fighting dirty. Bodhi gripped the woman by her throat, the men on her own team gasping then making a jerking motion as if they were coming to her rescue. Alec smirked at them.

“Ah, ah, ah. She started it,” he grinned.

“Let. Me. Go,” she gasped.

“Nope,” said Bodhi. “You called us liars. That’s not something we ever do. Let this be a lesson to you. I could snap your neck without thinking. Right now. Right here. In fact, I wonder who would take your place. He might be happy for me to do it.”

Bodhi scanned the room, the others looking at the patches. They didn’t see a VP patch but they saw a Road Captain patch.

“Is it you?” asked Cade smiling at the man. “Would you take her place?” Neela continued to gasp for air, her boots dangling a good foot off the ground. The man said nothing. If he said yes, she would kill him for wanting her role, even though he didn’t say it.

“Pussies,” smirked Alec.

Bodhi released the woman, crumpling to the floor coughing and gasping for air. One of her men reached out to help her up but she slapped his hand away.

“Get the fuck away from me!” she snapped. She stood unsteadily, no doubt dizzy from the lack of oxygen.

“Leave now while you can still walk out of here,” said Ham. “Don’t come back on our land.”

“You’re hiding the little bitch,” she sneered. “I will find her.”

“Little bitch?” frowned Rush. “Now is that any way to speak of your long-lost daughter?”

Neela immediately realized her mistake and turned, leaving the room. The other bikers following one-by-one, not daring to look back. Judy walked back out to the counter, staring at the men.

“For the record, I would have been happy to mop up their blood.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

The Graveyard Saints had taken up residence in an empty warehouse near the docks. No telling how they’d got access but it didn’t matter. They were there and they weren’t leaving.