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Roman’s eyes widen. “Forget it. This is our club problem. Get your guys out of here!”

Prince and all my brothers stand behind me with their guns aimed at his head. “We have our reasons for being here. Your brother promised us money and guns if we fronted him angel dust. We didn’t get paid.”

“What a coincidence, that’s why we’re here too!” One of Roman’s guys shout.

“The way I see it,” I start, “you let the girl go and come with us and you can have what you want out of here.”

Roman chuckles. “Like fuck I’m letting a virgin piece of ass go!”

Virgin? Holy shit! It’s been so long since I’ve been with a virgin! Fuck. It’s probably been years since any of my brothers been with one too.

Prince elbows me in the side. “What the fuck are you doing?” He growls at me.

I shake my head without losing my focus on Roman. “Let her go! She’s starting to go blue.”

Bella’s eyes are bulging out her head and her skin is turning white. Her lips are blue as she gasps for air.

Little do the guys know, I’ve already raided the room and took what we were promised out of it. I’m not as stupid as these mother fuckers. However, that rat bastard who ratted, now owes more of a fee than before. He owes a fee for my patience.

Roman drops his hand from Bella’s beautiful neck and she falls to the ground with a thud. Her knees hit the ground and she’s gasping for air.

“Dragon!” I yell for one of the newer patched in brothers. About two years ago, he was in the army as a medical technician and I know he can help Bella. “Get Bella outta here and let us finish this shit.”

Behind my back, I hand him the bag full of money I stole from the panic room and he takes it. The new brother takes Bella carefully in his arms and leads her outside of the house. I know the outside of the house is riddled with bullet holes, but it will have to do for now.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you taken care of,” Dragon croons to her.

I feel a small tightening in my chest as he croons to her. Why the fuck am I now feeling protective over the woman? I don’t get it. She’s nothing to me.

She will be nothing more than nothing to me.

Roman’s got an evil look on his face. “I take it you heard about the rat fleeing?”

Prince steps forward in front of me and pushes me back a little. I know he’s a hands-on type of president but he doesn’t have to be all fucking pushy on me. “Yeah, right after he promised us some money and guns for a couple of kilos. Know anything about that?”

The two presidents face off. “Nope. Know anything about the blow he stole from my house?”

“How am I supposed to know what you fuckers do? I have my own club to run. It’s not my fault you fuckers can’t keep everyone in line.”

“Is that so? Why you selling blow to a soldier of mine, then? Did you think you would get away with stealing our money and our guns?” Roman asks with anger dripping from his words. He’s notoriously a hot head and I know he’s about to flip the fuck out.

Prince doesn’t waiver. “That’s club business. My club business is handled just fine and maybe you should handle yours a little better… Then you wouldn’t be in debt to us.”

We all chuckle. It is true. It’s common awareness between the clubs that you have to honor a deal someone made inside your club. Just so happens, the deal was made by a rat before he ran out.

The other president’s eyes glaze over in a brief second of fear. Bad move. “How much did he promise you?”

I chuckle behind Prince. I love when people show their weaknesses; makes it easier to get them to do what we want.

“Beast, tell the man how much the rat owes,” he chides tagging me into the arrangement.

“Four hundred thousand and two cases of unmarked guns by the end of next week. Turns out, we don’t trust you fuckers anymore. Care to make us trust you a little?”

I managed to scrounge up some of the cash he owed but I didn’t get a chance to count it yet. Plus, I want to make sure that shit is real before I put it out there.

Roman winces. “How much blow did you give him?”

My president shrugs his shoulders. “That’s not important. A deal is a deal and my enforcer is right. Are you gonna make a good faith payment?”