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“The hell it ain’t, he’s on our turf. We’re the leaders now, Dash, we can’t just—”

“Vin,” he snapped, shooting an irritated glare. “He just saw us making out. Now ain’t the time. Let’s go. Now.”

Huffing, I relented and let him tug me down the alley at the end of the block. Headed for the parking lot at the next block, we quickened our pace, my muscles getting tight.

“It ain’t right, Dash. It feels like we’re running.”

“We ain’t running, Vin. You and Jackyl spent years with them, trying to make peace and boundaries. We don’t need to fuck that up over stupidity.”

My feet skidded to a halt, my stomach bottoming out. “So, we’re stupid now?”

He groaned and rolled his eyes, turning to face me. “Absolutely not. He’s stupid for having a problem. It’s his problem, Vin, not ours. Let’s just—”

“The Serpents are being run by a couple fags now days, huh? Without Jackyl, y’all just a bunch of pussies now,” the man snickered.

Dash cursed but I bristled, spinning around to glare. “I suggest you watch your fucking mouth, boy.”

He snickered, flashing several gold teeth. “Or what? Whachoo gone do, faggot?”

Snarling, I stepped forward, but Dash yanked me back.

“He ain’t worth it, Vin. Let’s go.”

Walking backward, Dash tugging me, the man threw his head back and bellowed with laughter.

“Fucking pussy. I guess I see who the little woman is in the relationship. You get on your knees every night for him, little girl?”

Seething with rage, my vision turning red, I was foaming at the mouth.

“The Serpents ain’t shit no more.” He tugged at the crotch of his baggy jeans and jutted his chin. “This gone be our turf soon and all y’all faggots gone be on your knees for the Lords of Hell.”

“The fuck we will,” I shouted, snatching my arm from Dash. “You better watch yourself, you are in our territory speaking a lot of dumb shit, motherfucker.”

“This ain’t your turf no more, faggot. Now get on your knees and suck my dick like the fucking whore you—”

A boom echoed in the narrow alley, the sound resonating off the brick and stucco walls. Cursing, I ducked, pressing my hands to my ears, the gunshot exploding inches away. The man’s head snapped backward, a hole denting between his eyes, blood oozing over his nose. Groaning, he slumped to the ground, face first…dead.

Stunned, I was frozen a moment, not really sure what to do because I hadn’t been expecting that. Sure, I knew fists were about to fly, but to flat out shoot him with people out and about?

Spinning on my heels, I gawked at him leering, the gun tucking back under his shirt. “Dude!” I shouted, throwing my arms out. “What the fuck was that?”

His upper lip twitching, rage darkened his irises. “No one fucking talks to you like that,” he seethed. Stepping closer so he was hovering above him, he snarled and emptied his clip into his back. “Never disrespect my man again!” he shouted and then spit on the dead body.

Despite the situation, a burst of exhilaration shot through my system at his possessiveness. Fuck, why was that so hot? My dick was throbbing hard right now.

Rushing closer, I grabbed his elbow and shoved him forward, forcing him to jog to keep up. Looking around to make sure we didn’t have an audience, we turned the corner, leaving the body where it fell. We ran across the street to the parking lot, got in my car, and sped away.

As I was running the red light and turning another corner, I fumbled with my jeans to pull out my cock. Panting, I grabbed his nape and shoved his face into my lap.

“Suck it. Oh, shit, Dario, that was so fucking hot. Suck my dick, baby.”

He groaned and took me to my base, a pro at giving head these days. My jaw falling, I shuddered with ecstasy, my fingers wringing around the steering wheel as he eagerly bobbed up and down.

“Fuck, yeah. Oh, shit, I’m gonna fuck you so hard when we get home. Unh, I fucking love you.”

He groaned and grew more zealous, his fist yanking with his mouth.

As turned on as I was, in the back of my mind was a warning that, after years of peace, the turf war may have just been resparked. The Boss was going to kill us.