Page 73 of Knot Only For One Night

Prez leads us inside. Thunder and Bear follow him on the right and left. Neven, Asher, Reed, and I are behind them. Prez didn’t want to bring too many folks, didn’t want a fight to break out if it didn’t have to, and showing up with too many bikers would definitely set a war off.

“Come to apologize?” their leader, Axe, says. He sits on the bar, his feet propped against chairs with my brothers flocking him with busted lips and black eyes. Even then smirking at us like they’ve already won something.

“For fucking what?” Reed snips. Prez sends him a sharp look but remains quiet.

“For beating my guys on neutral territory⁠—”

“Coal’s is not neutral,” Prez says with an admirable calm.

“Well, when two MCs have a truce…” Axe leaves the sentence hanging as he shrugs his shoulders.

“We know about the drugs. Your drugs on our corners, Axe,” Prez says, and Axe doesn’t look the slightest bit surprised.

Of course he’s not. Because he wanted us to find out.

We’d set up a fake buyer a few days ago. Brought the product to Cobra, Asher’s boss, and he confirmed the product wasn’t ours and even worse, it was cut with something deadlier.

A substance with a risk of death and the reward of addiction.

Midnight Wolves endorse and enforce safe drug use. Our top priority is keeping our community safe, and the Eastern Outlaws have been making that difficult.

It’s time to cut them loose.

Prez knows this. And yet…

“Since the truce is gone, there really isn’t a reason to stay off your corners now, is there?” Lightning asks, my brother’s snake-like eyes landing on mine. My mind instantly jumps to Esper.

Chills run over my skin, but I don’t move a single muscle to show it.

“No need to play nice anymore,” Rocker says, dragging my attention from Lightning. Their sly smiles and narrowed eyes tell me exactly what they mean. The message underlying their words.

Esper is in danger.

My gaze darts to Neven’s, who’s already staring at me.

I nod, a quick sign to confirm what he must be thinking.

They are coming for our omega.

Maybe… omegas. I let my eyes drift to Red. But I quickly avert.

He can’t know he’s at risk. He’d flip his fucking script on a moment’s notice.

Axe slides off the bar, all nonchalance. “We could come up with a new truce, though. We have a few things we need…”

“Maybe we could take over the weed business, and the coke⁠—”

“No.” Prez’s tone brooks no argument. But he’s still listening, surprisingly. I watch as Rocker crosses his arms. Lightning takes a single step closer.

I raise my sleeves.

“That’s fine, I guess. What about omegas then? I know you have a few. Enough to make the loss worthwhile.”

Bear scoffs, and I could nearly laugh out loud. These assholes are so predictable.

“This conversation is over.” Ace is quick, turning on his heel and towards the door. We follow without a word.

We may want peace, but not at the price they are asking. That’s something this MC is firm on. We protect our own.