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“‘Cause of you,” the guy who shit himself snarls. “You wanted this shit. You brought this to our door. You chose outsiders over our club. You’re a cunt, Crunk. You’re the one who deserves death.”

He’s not wrong. Choosing to put your club at risk for a reason that is selfish is punishable by death. That prick put his club in danger, and for what? Praise from a guy who doesn’t even live in the same fucking country?

“I did what I had to, Boulder,” Crunk shouts. “You don’t go against family.”

“You don’t go against the club. No matter what,” Boulder says.

“Shut up, fucker. You’re so pathetic, you shit yourself because you’re scared of what’s goin’ to happen. Be a fucking Demon and take it like a man.”

“I’m lactose intolerant, you prick,” Boulder growls.

“Oh, boy,” Jade laughs. “Lactose intolerant? I’m bullshit intolerant. Your club is full of bullshit, and my hands are getting twitchy.”

“It’s time to fuckin’ end this,” I say as I edge closer to Crunk. I’m sick of listening to the crap these bastards are spewing. I don’t give a fuck what they have to say. None of it matters.

“It is,” Denis agrees, then says something to his two sons, something only they can hear.

The two men turn on their heels and move outside. I know they’re not leaving. There’s no way they won’t get their revenge. Silence takes over the room as we wait to see what Danny and Malcolm are up to. It doesn’t take long to find out. They come in with a barrel, one that looks as though they’ve stolen it from a homeless person on the street. Danny has a fucking big ol’ smirk on his face as he carries it in.

“You branded my daughter,” Denis snarls, his voice is like a whip. It comes out fast and hard. “Now you’re going to find out what it feels like.”

I chuckle when they begin a fire in the barrel. All the Demons are watching on, knowing they’re about to be in for a world of hurt.

Oh, this is going to be fun. I can’t fucking wait to unleash the anger I have inside.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

PYRO

“I’m bored,” Jade drawls a while later. “Kenna, while we wait for the fire to start raging, how about we play?”

Makenna grins. “Oh, I love that idea. It’s been a while since I’ve let loose.” She reaches into her boot and whips out her knife. “Hmm, which one should I play with? There are so many to choose from.”

Jade laughs. “I’m sure Denis won’t mind if we run wild.”

Denis flicks his hand out. “Have at it, ladies.”

Both Jade and Makenna move quickly and with purpose. Makenna swishes her knife between her fingers as she walks. The women are determined and down for revenge.

Jade’s blade slices across Boulder’s cheek, and the fucker screeches in pain. He didn’t even see it coming. Fucking fool.

“Christ,” Jade laughs. “You’re fucking kiddin’ me, right?”

I look down and see the fucker is urinating.

“Scared?” Jade questions. “You’re a pussy of a biker.”

Boulder pulls against his bindings. “Cunt,” he snarls. “You’re a fuckin’ cunt, bitch.”

“Oh, honey,” Jade laughs. “I’ve been called a hell of a lot worse.” She draws her knife along his chest. It’s not deep but it’s also not light. Blood soon flows.

“My turn,” Makenna says as she steps up to Crunk. “You hurt my cousin,” she snarls. “You’re in for a world of hurt.”

Her knife slices through his cheek, deeper than the cuts Jade put on Boulder. Blood flows like a fucking river. Cut after cut on his cheek she gives him. They’re not long, but fuck, they’re deep enough that if he was staying alive, he’d be scarred for life. But fuck him. The cunt’s dying tonight.

I can’t take my gaze off the women as they continue to slice and dice the Dirty Demons. Some of the men whimper when the pain from the cuts hits them, but others stay silent as they take what the women give them.

“Finally,” Ace says. “This is goin’ to be fun. I, for one, am looking to burn the shit outta someone.”

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