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"Stay the fuck away from Esme," I hiss at Harry Junior as I rise to my feet.

He grins at me. "What are you going to do about it if I don't?"

I turn to his father. "If you want to have a son, old man, I'd advise him to stay the fuck away from her."

"You dare threaten me?" he snarls. "You dare?"

I glance at Ace, who's trying not to laugh his ass off. "Not a threat, old man. It's a motherfuckin' promise."

Ace slaps my back as I move away from the table, following Dante and Makenna out of the restaurant.

"Those fucks," Makenna hisses. "I'm going to enjoy killing them. I'm going to enjoy taking everything those fuckers have. I'm going to destroy everything he's built."

Dante grins. "My wife's a little vengeful."

"A little?" I ask with a raised brow. "Those assholes are wantin' a war."

"That's exactly what they're going to get," Dante replies. "Things are about to get fucking bloody in this city."

Makenna preens with glee. "Oh, it's going to get so bloody. I'd advise you guys to ensure that your families are safe. Make sure you're diligent when leaving the clubhouse. We don't know when these fuckers plan to strike or who they'll strike first."

"We'll be on guard," Ace assures her. "Same for you. The man's fucking crazy and he's got something planned. The man despises you, Makenna."

The woman's unbothered by it. "He can get in line. There have been plenty of people who’ve hated me. They're all dead and that fucker will be too." She shakes her head. "You need to keep Esme away from them, Reap. They're determined to get their hands on her. In their eyes, she's their link to growing their empire and getting them everything they want. They're not men who’ll ever back down."

"They touch Esme," Ace snarls, "they'll die. Esme is Viper property."

I nod in agreement. She's so fucking much more than that.

"She'll be safe," Makenna says, and I know she'll do whatever we need to ensure that she is.

"Give us a week," Dante says. "We're going to have our men dig deep and uncover everything these fuckers are doing. There's not a detail we won’t have."

Ace nods. "We'll be doing the same. I take it you'll be using Holly to track the money?"

Makenna sighs. "As much as I hate dragging her into this war, she's the best and we're going to need her. She's the only one I trust."

Holly Bianchi is Makenna's niece. She's also married to Dante's brother, Romero. She's the money woman for the Irish Mafia. She's smart as fuck and has helped the Fury Vipers invest and expand. We're richer than we could have ever imagined. In the past five years, she's quadrupled the money we invested. She's good at what she does. If there's anyone who can track the Jacobson’s money trail, it's her.

"Call me if you find anythin'," Ace says. "I'll do the same. There's goin' to be a lot of bloodshed."

"Let's just pray it's none of our own," Dante says thickly, his brown eyes darkening with rage.

"Go," Makenna says. "It's time to tell our men. They'll want answers."

We say our goodbyes, and Ace and I move toward the truck.

"What are you goin' to tell Esme?" Ace asks once we're driving back to the clubhouse. "Will you let her know everythin'?"

"That's somethin' I'm not sure about." I sigh. "She's goin' to think it's her fault."

"It's not. You gotta tell her somethin'. Let her know that if shit goes south, her ass is in the clubhouse and she's stayin' there while on lockdown."

I clench my jaw. I'm not sure how she'll take it. I guess I'll find out this evening.

CHAPTER18

ESME

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