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“Scorpion property,” Pete groaned as his cock pressed against her behind. “I’ll have it tattooed above your bald cunt. You and Cheeks will match.”

Hands pressed on her shoulders. Tears streamed along her face. She locked her knees. She wouldn’t go. Kelsey shook her head.

Pain rocketed across her face from the president’s open-handed slap. She jerked to the side, and her body betrayed her. Pete’s hand slid from her pants as her knees buckled. Off-balance from the force, she dropped.

Pain blooming across her face, she gathered her bearings in time for a cock to bounce in front of her face. The musky, unwashed man’s scent made her gag. Fingers tangled in her hair, fisting and pulling her closer to the foul-smelling erection.

“Open up,” the president ordered.

“Be a good girl,” Pete cooed as he trailed his fingers along her chin, painting her skin with her own blood. “Don’t embarrass me in front of my national president.”

Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.

Gunfire.

Kelsey’s heart threatened to explode.

People screamed and scattered.

Darkness.

39

Kevlar

Having allies in the criminal world was worth their weight in gold. Kevlar wasn’t above exploiting his sisters to gain such things. The Dixie Mafia wasn’t the largest organization in the area, nor were they the most powerful, but they held the best reputation for honoring their word. Which meant they had deals with just about everyone.

As of his arrival, Kevlar was included.

Right now, he needed them.

He didn’t have the manpower to take on the Bloody Scorpions, but he couldn’t wait. They got there first and had a little jump on him. Which meant even if he recruited his ass off, they would still outnumber him. He had to call in reinforcements.

The Royal Bastards were too far away, so he shipped in someone local. The Dixie Dicks were the winners.

And did they deliver.

While the plan wasn’t the best and absolutely impulsive, their hands were forced. If Kevlar rolled over tonight, his club would end before it even started. The Scorpions stepped over the line not only by attacking Remi’s business but by stealing his woman.

With the mafia men milling about the parking lot of the former convalescent home, Kevlar and his men rounded the building, clad in bulletproof vests, biker helmets, and armed as if they were going to war.

They were.

The directive? Eliminate every Bloody Scorpion they saw. No one got out alive. Paul’s men were in charge of the front entrance. Kevlar and his brothers would go in through the back and force them out.

Ideally, only a few innocents would get caught in the crossfire. Though, to be fair, if they were partying with Scorpions, could anyone really be considered not guilty? Not in Kevlar’s book.

“Everyone’s in place,” Kid said as he approached Kevlar’s side. “You sure you want to do this?”

Kevlar nodded. If he intended to hold his head up in this town, he had no choice. There was no way he could let everything that had happened slide. This was his territory. No other clubs could set up shop on his turf. They had to take out the trash.

“Waiting on your signal,” Kid announced, handing him the burner phone connected to the men in front of the building.

When Kevlar gave the word, the Dixie men would handle the bouncer and anyone else at the door. Lionel would cut the power. Then the game was on.

“Let’s go,” Kevlar declared into the cell before he dropped and stomped on it. It served its purpose. He didn’t need to hold on to it.

Locked and loaded with AR-15s, he and his brothers charged toward the rear doors of the convalescent home turned clubhouse. The booms of gunfire at the front filled the night, and as expected, panicked people opened the rear entrance and poured out.