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Mamba read Mandy’s text a second time. It wasn’t like her to overreact, so something was up.
“I’ll be right back,” he yelled to the others.
“Right back?” Joker held out his hands. “You’re up in ten. Where the fuck you goin’?”
“Just need a minute.” Mamba didn’t wait for any response as he pushed out the metal door leading to the back lot. He sprinted down the side of the warehouse to the edge of the building and looked around. “Mandy?”
“I guess it’s true, you do come when she calls,” a harsh voice rasped as Mamba’s arms were pulled behind his back. Two seconds later, Ajax shoved the butt of a baseball bat into his gut. The blow caught him by surprise, and he huffed out a breath while forcing himself to focus and recover.
“Can’t believe this stupid fucker fell for it.” Blaze cackled as he flanked Ajax.
“In case you hadn’t noticed, my sister isn’t here tonight. She finally woke up and realized what a fuckin’ loser you are.”
Mamba blew off his words. The stupid fool should know trash talk wouldn’t work.
“What’s the matter? Afraid to fight me in the ring, so you gotta do it three against one.” Mamba hawked up some saliva and spit at Ajax’s feet. “Fuckin’ pussy.”
“That shows how stupid you are. I never planned on fighting tonight, but you and your prez fell for it, and now you’re gonna regret putting hands on my sister.”
“Don’t bring her into this.”
“She didn’t come tonight 'cause she’s done with you. She finally realized that you’re nothing but a no-good biker.”
“Quit spitting bullshit.” Mamba struggled against his captor. “Why don’t you let me go, and we’ll do this in the cage, or are you afraid to come at me without your lackeys and a bat?” Mamba nodded at Blaze. “You and this other limp dick wouldn’t know how to fight me.”
Mamba egged them on, hoping they’d break or make one false move to give him the advantage.
Ajax raised the bat, and Mamba taunted. “Just like I thought, too much of a fuckin’ pussy to take me on alone. What’s the matter, you gotta carry a bat around 'cause your dick don’t get hard anymore, or maybe you and him are sucking each other off?”
Blaze’s eyes bugged out. He lunged, and Mamba stomped hard on his captor’s foot. He reared back, releasing him, and Mamba easily shoved off Blaze, then overtook Ajax by twisting his arm up his back until the bat clattered to the blacktop. Mamba kicked it away seconds before Blaze jumped him from behind. Typical pussy move, but Mamba jabbed an elbow into his ribs.
Blaze flinched but came at him again. “You had no right touching my woman.” He bared his teeth, his eyes wild and pinned.
Great, the asshole was hopped up on meth or some other synthetic boost that’d make him fearless and hopefully careless.
“Except she’s not your woman, asshole.” Mamba landed a blow to his stomach and, when he doubled over, drove an uppercut to his jaw. Blaze’s bones crunched against Mamba’s fist, and he fell to the ground with a thud. Mamba spun around, but the other thug backed off, their eyes wary and guarded, realizing they were outmatched. Mamba cut his teeth on street fighting, but over the years, he perfected every aspect of his skills, which made him almost unbeatable.
Mamba caught a flash of silver seconds before the burn of a blade slashed his bicep. He pivoted, ignoring the warm blood seeping down his arm. Ajax pounced again but faltered when Mamba side-stepped out of the way, then regained his balance, crouching for better leverage.
Mamba circled Ajax and zeroed in on his eyes. Most would concentrate on the knife, but he knew the eyes gave an opponent away. When Ajax lunged again, Mamba was ready for him. He grabbed the forearm holding the blade and jacked it up over their heads. They struggled, Ajax fueled by anger and Mamba using sheer force. His blood pumped and pounded through his body, every instinct on point and every cylinder clicking. A natural high, fuck, Mamba loved to fight.
The sound of heavy boots cut into his concentration. He sensed other people around them.
“What the fuck is goin’ on?” That was definitely Joker’s low growl.
He heard additional voices and shouts, but Mamba zoned in on the tug of war between him, Ajax, and the seven-inch blade. They grappled until Mamba slammed Ajax’s forearm down and across his thigh. Ajax screamed out, and the knife flew from his hand.
Something heavy landed between Mamba’s shoulders and the base of his neck, making his eyes cross, but he forced the pain and blackness away. He staggered, then caught himself, but his ears rang and vision blurred into a slow-motion technicolor rainbow.
Ajax grabbed for the knife, but Cobra jumped him from behind while Python drove his fist into Ajax’s face over and over.
Joker flanked him and nodded to Blaze laid out on the cement. “Stupid fucker came outta nowhere swinging this at your thick skull.” Joker spun the bat in his hand. “Unfortunately, I stepped in a few seconds too late.”
Mamba's head slowly cleared as he rubbed the egg already forming at the base of his skull. “Thanks for the save.”
He stumbled over to Cobra just as Python straightened, flexing his fist while glaring down at Ajax. “You stupid motherfuckers think you can screw with the Serpents. Right about now, your clubhouse is burning to the ground.”
