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“He’s got a potty mouth, doesn’t he?” One of the bikers behind Scar straightened on his seat, and I couldn’t see his face behind the dark visor of his helmet, but the tone in his voice suggested he was grinning in amusement. He also had an accent, British or Australian or some shit.
“Bishop, this is Leo’s bratty kid brother. Christ, he looks just like him.” Scar shot the comment over his shoulder. He crossed his arms. “Never thought I would actually run into you. I should’ve looked for you earlier.”
“Yeah, dude, I have no idea who you are, all right?” I shrugged.
“What did the Demons want with you?” Scar tilted his head forward and raised his eyebrows.
I cursed under my breath. “Listen, I run drugs for you through Dutch, and the Demons found out we were selling in their territory—”
“Theirterritory?” His jaw hardened. “They think they own the whole fucking city. Far as I know, no one has been anywhere they shouldn’t be. They’re full of shit.”
Alarm bells sounded in my head, and I straightened my spine, gaining some height. “Well then, they must have an understanding with Dutch, okay? Because I work for him, and he works for you, and all I know is that the Demonsthinkthey have a deal about where we can sell and where we can’t.” I held up my palms to him. “Listen, dude, we don’t want any trouble. I just wanted to take a sexy guy out for a date, that’s all. I know you Kings are cool with gay guys, so let me take Jonas out.”
“Gay guys? Like you ain’t one?” The British man cackled and slapped his chest. The dark visor on his helmet gleamed and it freaked me out a little that I couldn’t see his face. A plain silver ring flashed on his wedding finger. “Fuck. If you’re dating a guy, what are you, mate? You gotta be some kind of gay. Bi, pan, or whatever.”
“Bishop. That’s not true. Don’t confuse the kid. People can call themselves whatever they want. It’s not your fucking business, and Destiny would tell you the same thing.” Scar held up a hand at him and shook his head.
Bishop chuckled and shrugged.
“Just shut the fuck up for a second.” Scar turned back to me and narrowed his eyes. “Listen, I knew your brother behind bars. We were friends.”
I raised my chin. “So? Leo’s dead. He died there.”
Scar grunted. “Yeah, I know. About five months ago. I heard. Sorry for your loss, kid. I liked him.” He placed his hands on his hips and spat on the ground. “Your brother was a good guy to me. We were in the same prison for a while before they moved him downstate. He saved my life once. There was a fight with a bunch of bastards who attacked me. Leo took a guy down when he came at me with a shiv from behind. He got a few stab wounds as a result.”
I stared at him, not really sure how to comprehend the information. “You’re the reason he’s dead?”
“Nah, that was over four years ago, but I know who killed him. The murderer’s out now. They never got him on Leo’s death.” Scar moved in closer. “He’s a Demon. They both got sent downstate at the same time.”
I swallowed, anger surging like heat waves through me. The feeling of razor blades scratched my throat. “Who?”
He shook his head. “Come back to our clubhouse. Let’s have a real convo.”
“Fuck. You.” I shoved my pointer finger at him. “If you think I’m gonna go anywhere with you, then you can get fucked.” I shifted backward, and Jonas rested his hands on my shoulders, making me startle. I’d forgotten he was behind me. “Either you give me a name or fuck off.”
Jonas’s grip tightened. “Ethan, maybe we should just go.”
I shook my head, not able to bring myself to talk to him. Blood rushed in my ears, making it hard to hear anything through the fury that flooded me.
Scar stared at me carefully. “Listen to me, kid. Before Leo died, he asked me to give you a hand when I got out. He knew he fucked you over when he went to jail. Let me help you.”
I laughed, though it wasn’t in amusement. “Oh yeah? When did you get out, big guy? A few weeks ago? Yesterday?” I took note of his wince, and my laughter grew louder. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. If you cared so much about what he asked, you wouldn’t have waited so long. Get on your bike and go back the way you came.”
The corner of Scar’s mouth twitched, and he stalked forward, grabbing me by the front of the shirt. I swung a fist at him, and Jonas yelled, ducking out of the way so my elbow didn’t get him. Scar caught my hand and pushed me backward against the brick wall, and I grunted from the impact as the breath left my lungs.
He jammed his arm under my chin, holding me in place by my throat.
“Get off him.” Jonas raced forward and pulled at Scar’s arm, but the British guy got off his bike, kicked down the stand, and came over to haul Jonas away.
I struggled against Scar’s hold and glared at Bishop. “If you hurt him, I’ll rip off your balls.”
“I’d like to see you try, mate.” Bishop’s laughter grated on my nerves, and I attempted to kick Scar, but he slammed me against the wall again and pain resonated in my back when it hit a particularly sharp part of a brick.
“Enough,” Scar growled out, mouth pulled tight. “Listen to me. I don’t want to hurt you or your boyfriend.”
I spat at him and the glob landed on his cheek. The world seemed to stop when his other friend slid off his bike and came storming toward us. Scar held up his hand at him, and the man stopped, though I imagined him glaring at me under his helmet. Scar slowly wiped his cheek with the back of his hand and his top lip curled. My stomach churned in fear, and I thought about all the stupid things I’d done in my life, but none had been as dumb as this.
I didn’t apologize because that wasn’t the type of guy I was. Leo had taught me to stick to my guns. Be brave and brazen and fuck shit up was his motto.
