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“Speaking of the VFC, it’s too bad they didn’t hold their end of the bargain and get that bitch Blue out of the way. I was just tryin’ to make a little change,” Chauncey brags.

“You know that wasn’t what you were supposed to do. You were supposed to get the cartel to believe that the Hounds were trying to take them out. Bringing up that chick didn’t have shit to do with the plan. You fucked up, man.”

“I didn’t fuck nothin’ up. Why should y’all be the only ones profiting? I ain’t doin’ none of this shit out of the goodness of my heart. I didn’t even get to spend all the money from the cartel cause I had to use it for bail.” Chauncey frowns.

“You weren’t even supposed to get money from the cartel. And nobody told you to get arrested,” the other man argues.

“The money was payment for Blue. She wasn’t supposed to pay the shit back. And the place was supposed to be empty. How was I supposed to know that somebody was still in there?”

“I don’t know, man. If the cartel gets suspicious about the money… I mean you weren’t even supposed to go over there tonight.”

“I went to see if they’d picked up Blue, and maybe make a deal for Carol Anne. Besides, they’ll be too busy fightin’ the Hounds to worry about me,” Chauncey dismisses.

“Do you think Carol Anne’s call went through?”

“Nah, that bitch wasn’t able to say nothin’. We’ll dump her body, and nobody will find her. I’m Carol Anne’s next of kin now, so I’ll be able to inherit this house and whatever else that dumb bitch owns.”

“Did you hear that?” The bald guy asks, interrupting the two idiots’ conversation. He pulls his gun and peers out of the back window.

When the asshole turns around, I get a clear view of the leather cut he’s wearing.

The Street Lords.

I can’t believe my fucking eyes. After all this time, the fucking Street Lords are trying to come back. Those bastards are like roaches. They keep coming back and multiplying. But there will be no next time. I plan to kill these bitches and their entire fucking bloodline.

The short bald headed Street Lord makes his way to the door while Chauncey and the other one stand watching him. I have no idea what they did with Carol Anne’s body, but the fact that they’re standing in her kitchen so casually talking about killing her is making me see fire.

As much as I told both my brother and Blue not to go in guns blazing, I know that I’m about to do just that. These raggedy motherfuckers need to be exterminated. I would like to torture them first, but I don’t have the patience or the temperament for that at the moment.

“I think there’s somebody out there I…”

The bald one doesn’t finish his sentence as he drops to the floor. We’re moving before Chauncey and his partner even realize what’s going on. Brick and the others come through the back door that Baldy opened while we come in through the front of the house.

Chauncey is the first to recognize the danger, and he whirls around, pulling the trigger of his gun wildly. One shot goes straight at Blue. Brick runs, knocking her to the floor and taking the hit. Blue yells, sitting up and pulling her trigger several times.

The blast hits Chauncey in the chest and head, and he goes down like a sack of rocks. The other guy tries to make a run for it, but I shoot him in the back of his legs. He drops to the floor screaming bloody murder. I want to shoot him in the head so he will shut the fuck up, but I know he might be useful to us.

I scramble over to my brother and Blue while barking orders at the guys. Our guns have silencers, but Chauncey and his boneheads did not. One gunshot may not get people calling the police, but multiple shots coming from the same house definitely will.

We gotta get the fuck outta here and fast. The Hounds have a lot of the police force on our payroll, but this mess is big and involves too many players. We have to head back to the clubhouse to regroup.

“Brick, where are you hit?” I ask, carefully rolling my groaning brother over.

“Don’t move him too much. We gotta keep him as still as possible,” Blue directs, cautiously looking Brick over for injuries.

“Just my shoulder. I’m pretty sure it went through, by the way this shit is burning. But we need to get the fuck outta here,” Brick grumbles, holding his injured shoulder.

“Alright family, let’s move.”

Blue and I help Brick up while Spider, Crush, and Green haul our captive to his feet and tie him up. When we make it outside, I notice a few lights on in the neighborhood that were off before. We’ve been here too long, and the shit has hit the fan.

When I hear the rumble of motorcycles and see the black and red cuts, I know my brothers are here to help. They will find Carol Anne’s body and have the other bodies moved before the police get here.

My adrenaline is pumping, and my gratitude is high. The Hellhounds will always be there for each other.

CHAPTER 20

BURN IN HELL