My tunnel vision locked in as adrenaline fueled me into motion.
Rafe and Ash were moving on either side of me.
Their presence gave me a sense of calm even as the whirlwind of their movement shifted the energy in the room.
The leader of the rival bikers snarled.
He stepped closer with a swagger that almost covered his panic.
Almost.
Colt burst into the space beside me.
He might be younger than all of us, but that only meant he had more drive than we expected.
Noelle froze for a heartbeat, then ducked as a chair slammed into the man’s ribs.
I caught a flash of her expression.
Fear and fire.
Damn this woman.
She set off all my instincts.
Love. Protect. Wired for trouble.
She had no idea the effect she had on me, on all of us.
If anyone could survive this hell, it was her.
The fight spread across the entire room.
I focused on Noelle.
Thank fuck Colt had run back to the clubhouse and told us what was going on.
We’d arrived just in time.
I knew this gang, knew what they were capable of.
No one was hurting our Little Viper.
Men from our club poured into the room, changing the course of the fight.
We were no longer a three-man team taking down a rival gang but were fully immersed in a war.
A second chair sailed through the air.
Mugs crashed when I picked one man up and hurled him over the bar.
I followed up with a right hook at the man rushing me and Noelle.
He popped onto his toes when my fist connected and staggered.
His eyes rolled back in his head and he hit the floor with a thud that shook the building.
A greasy-haired man hooked an arm around Noelle’s waist.
