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I raise the whip and bring it down across his back. Angry slashes crisscross his flesh with each pass of the cutting leather. Yanni screams loud enough to wake the dead. Unfortunately for him, his screams won’t keep him from dying.
When his back is a bloody mass of muscle and tissue, I throw the whip to the floor and grab the knife I took from Peppermint’s nightstand before leaving this morning. I lean over Yanni and press the serrated blade to his throat.
“Any last words?”
Yanni, the pitiful excuse for a human, mumbles incoherently.
“This is also for Peppermint,” I snarl. “Go to hell you fucking bastard.”
I increase the pressure and drag the blade across his neck, stealing his last breath. Standing up straight, I wipe the knife clean on my jeans. On autopilot, I pick up my whip and shirt. I don’t look at Malachi as I stroll out of the room to grab my bag. I tuck the whip inside and put my shirt back on.
Malachi and I ignore the people standing in the hallway with fear in their eyes. They heard what just happened. I knew they would. I just didn’t care.
When we reach the ground floor and head outside, Malachi stops in his tracks.
“Shit,” he mutters and nods toward his car.
I follow his gaze and see a woman leaning against the back passenger door. Parked behind the vehicle is a Harley. The woman pushes away from the car and closes the distance between us.
“Malachi and Nico?”
“Who’s asking?” I snap. She’s not Peppermint or Harlow, so I don’t feel particularly inclined to be friendly.
“Brazen,” Malachi answers for her.
“You guessed it.”
“Wait, Brazen as in the president of the DHMC mother chapter?”
“Your women called me. I gotta say, I don’t think I’ve ever heard Harlow or Peppermint that angry.” She focuses on Malachi. “Well, maybe Harlow. You did give her a run for her money a while back.” Brazen takes a deep breath, sighs. “Look, I understand the need for vengeance, so this is your one pass. My cleanup crew will handle the apartment, I’ll handle the neighbors and cops.” She reaches out and grips both of our necks. “But if I ever catch you in my territory again, leaving a mess in your wake, Harlow and Peppermint will be planning funerals.” She squeezes. “Got it?”
“Got it,” we say in unison.
“Good. Now get the fuck outta here before I change my mind.”
Brazen doesn’t wait to see if we listen. Instead, she strolls inside the building like she owns the place.
“We are so fucked when we get home.”
“You have no idea,” Malachi agrees.
Malachi starts the car and pulls away from the curb.
“It’s over, Nico,” he says a few minutes later.
“It’s just beginning.
CHAPTER23
Peppermint
“I don’t knowwhat more I can say.”
My head is pounding so hard I’d swear on a stack of bibles that there’s a full drumline in my skull. I rub my temples as I pace, but it does nothing to ease my suffering.
“There’s nothing more to say,” I tell Nico.
We’ve been fighting since he and Malachi returned from their field trip an hour ago. I don’t know what’s going on between Harlow and her husband, as she dragged him out of the clubhouse within minutes of their arrival. But if I know her as well as I think I do, no doubt they’re argument is ten times worse than ours.
