“Politely ask you to leave,” Fang answers.
Pits addresses me. “You always let your pups answer for you?”
“We run our club a little differently from yours.” More of a democracy. Less of a dictatorship. “You enjoy your little power trip today?” I ask. “Haven’t seen an officer’s badge anywhere yet.”
Only the crisp, fresh colors of a newly minted member on the lanky guy.Sneak.I’d dare say this is his first trip with these boys.
“Still got more balls than you two combined,” Pits quips.
“Fuck off back out the way you came in before I convince you why you should,” the stocky asshole—Medicine Man—says, gun held loose at his hip.
Not much of a fighter then if he feels the need to flash his piece to get the point across.
“How about no?” Fang sweeps his cut aside, hands to his hips to show his twin pistols.
Fucking hate when it comes to a shootout, but you gotta do what you gotta do to get the message through.
“Think you’re quicker than me?” Medicine Man asks.
I chuckle, slowly stepping aside. “Please. By all means, find out.” I gesture to Fang, who hasn’t moved.
He loves to joke around, play the fool, and charm the ladies with his playful nature. But get the man in a situation such as this, and you soon figure out why he looks so wild west with his mustache and carefully styled hair.
There’s no satisfaction, though. The situation disarms when a van screeches to a stop at the end of the alley. I turn to seewhat the goddamn commotion is all about while Fang keeps his eye trained on the three in front of us. The crazed blond asshole turns for his newly arrived brothers when one of them jumps out of the passenger side, yet the man doesn’t get far, a sharp crack sounding a split-second before he doubles and clutches at his knee. The driver—halfway around the front of the van—stalls as he looks toward the main street.
Here comes the rest of the help.
“The fuck you think you’re doing showing your ugly faces around here?” Chaos hollers as he steps into the alley.
Crow knocks the injured and wailing man to his back, setting a boot to his throat to pin him in place while pointing his weapon at the second guy stalled by the front of the van.
We’re one-on-one, evenly matched, until Circus wanders onto the scene to inspect Crow’s prize, eyeballing each one of the Devil’s Breed in turn as he measures the potential threats in the area.Perfect.
Pits recoils, jaw hard. “Do it,” he taunts. “Shoot us and see what happens. You can bury our bodies where nobody will find them, but our absence will still mean war.”
“You think you mean that much to Smoke?”
Pits falters at his president’s name. “He trusted us to do this job.”
“Or he felt you were expendable,” Fang says.
Sneak looks ready to live up to his name, hoping to melt away into the shadows quietly. Although I wouldn’t say it’s cowardice. I’d pin him as the fucker who slips out of altercations like this to raise the alarm.
“Sit the fuck down.” I point at the kid.
He glances at Pits, who shrugs. I wait for Sneak to get settled on a crate and then position myself behind him, hand resting on his shoulder so I know if he fucking moves. I run my eye over thealley again, looking for any clues I might have missed on where Kyra went.
“Still waiting for an answer on why you’re here,” Chaos states as he strides through the ragtag assembly of men to front up to Pits.
He has at least a foot on the guy.
Pits swallows, eyes his men, and looks back to Chaos. “How about we just leave?”
“Too late for that.” Chaos grins, tilting his head a little. “You’ve made me curious now, and you know what that means.”
Pits lifts his eyebrows and shakes his head a little. “I get little love notes in the mail?”
“I fucking haunt you day and night until I find out everything I need to know about you. And then I put you to rest.”
