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My brothers.

“Sin.” I blink my eyes and see that everyone is gone, but Cut. “Are you okay?” I swallow and try to get my barring.

“Yeah.” I feel the sweat roll down my back causing me to shiver.

“If this is too much, tell me and I’ll send you home. We got it; we can do this without you.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m fine.”

“I don’t want you to lose to that head of yours. If you think this is too much then please, just tell me.”

“I got it, Devin. I’m good.” He nods.

“Alright, then let’s catch up.”

We make it to the lot where everyone else is waiting. I don’t make eye contact with anyone because I don’t want to see the doubt in their eyes. I know I’m not cut out for club life. Well, I know I can be cut out if I wanted to be. It’s in my blood, it’s the way of life here, but I’ve purposely always stayed away. But this isn’t only about the club. This is a mission of retrieval and this is something that I'm built for. I’m a warrior, a solider, and I’m right where I need to be.

Brass gives us the signal and we make our way over the fence. The building is a small warehouse type structure. The windows in the back have been painted black, so seeing where people are is out of the question. We need to rely on our other senses to make sure we do what needs to be done. As we approach the building, I hear muffled voices inside. I can make out a television being on, some type of comedy since I hear laughing. I glance up to see the guys all with their guns drawn. Me, I opt for a knife, it’s quieter.

Cut takes a lock pick from his pocket holstering his gun. With a quick shimmy of the metal between the door and its frame, the thing pops open. Cut quickly catches the door allowing it to open only a crack. I listen for any interruptions, but there’s nothing. They didn’t notice that we’ve breached their security.

As we enter, I hear hushed conversation, mostly in Spanish. I can make out some; they’re mostly discussing the trip in the morning and the payoff for their delivery. I hear the word ‘gringo’ and wonder if they’re talking about Tyson. We navigate through the back of the structure, which is completely empty. We come across a room with the door slightly openly. I peer in, holding my knife up, ready when I see four sleeping girls on one queen bed. They are all holding on to each other, clinging. I turn to give my brother a heads up when I hear yelling from further into the building. I close the door to the room, hoping to shield them from the shit storm that may be brewing.

I walk into the main room for the building. My brother, Hawk, and Brass are holding four men at gunpoint. None of the men are armed. They thought they were secure here, thinking they would be able to leave here with these girls. Bubba comes out from the corner with another guy in his grasp. He pushes him with the others as one of the men start to go off in Spanish. He’s speaking too fast that I’m not able to make it out. My mother might speak it, but that doesn’t mean I understand everything that comes out of her mouth.

“Shut up.” Cut commands and the man quiets. So he understands. “We want no trouble, you got me.” They nod. One of them darts his eyes to my left and before I turn around, I hear a click of a trigger.

“Seems like we have ourselves a little bit of a situation.” I half expected to see Tyson standing before me, but it’s not. It just another uppity guy in a high dollar suit. “It seems you boys are where you’re not wanted.” He continues to point the gun at me as he stalks forward. “Isn’t it The Devil’s Fury?” He laughs. “Well not all of you. Seems you’re missing a couple.” I look between him and my club seeing that they haven't dropped their guns and the men are still standing with their hands raised. “I need you to drop that knife, boy.”

I slowly shake my head, keeping my eyes trained on the gun. “That’s not gonna happen.”

“You don’t think?” He eyes me up and down. “What would that Savannah think if you didn’t come back? I bet she would be heartbroken. She wouldn’t know what to do. Maybe go home, back to Tyson, where she belongs.” He sneers. “She was always a handful that one. I don’t know how many times Tyson put his hands on her to try to tame that wild in her.”

I step forward at his words. “Sin.” I hear the warning in my brother’s voice. I know this guy is goading me. Trying to fuck with my head and it’s working. I have no control when it comes to Savannah’s safety, none.

“I’m sure he would welcome her with open arms. Don’t you worry about that.”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Who am I?” He points to himself. “Well, I should be offended that the sweet little flower never mentioned me. I’m Douglas, Tyson’s best friend and business partner.”

“Can’t say that she’s ever uttered a mention of your name. But from where I’m standing, there isn’t much to talk about.”

His nostrils flare and he swallows slowly. “Maybe once she gets back home, you know once Tyson’s done riding her, punishing her for her disobedience, and he’ll let me have a crack at her. I mean, hey, she’s already knocked up. There shouldn’t be any harm. I hear pregnant chicks are freaky with their hormones. Maybe she’ll want to take us both on at the same time. Fuck it, I’m sure she won’t get a say in what–”

I lunge at him, taking my knife, driving it through his abdomen. He grunts as the steel of my blade punctures his flesh. I look into his eyes as I push the blade further in. I want him to drown his is blood. I want him to lie on the floor and gasp for breaths that will never come. I need it to be long and painful. His nails scratch down my arms, drawing blood in their wake. I welcome the sting. I bend over; spit flying from my mouth as I speak. “You’ll never touch a hair on her pretty head, motherfucker. You won’t live to see her or my daughter.”

“She’ll never be yours,” he gurgles.

“She already is.” I pull my knife from his stomach and run it across his neck, slicing his throat. I drop his almost lifeless body to the floor.

“We got the girls.” My head jerks to see my brother standing there. Huffing in ragged breaths. His eyes fall to the now dead body at my feet. “You good?” He asks.

“I’m good.”

“Oh, my God.” I get up from the bed when I see Sin walk in. He’s covered in blood and immediately I begin to cry. “What happened?” I run my hand down his arms. I can see scratches, deep bloody scratches.

“We got Louie’s daughter back.”