Fangs cut to the chase. “How did you do it?”
Bullet leaned against the hood of his car. “How did I do what?”
“How did you poison that billionaire without us seeing?”
Bullet blinked. “Seriously? You think I had something to do with that man’s death?”
“We know you did,” I said. “So, talk. We’re here, we’re amicable, so let’s hash it out.”
Bullet snickered. “We didn’t do shit to your club. We’re too busy running our own businesses. You know, if you need a reminder that the world doesn’t always revolve around you and your club.”
Fangs held up his hand to me, silencing me in my tracks. “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. So, for all of our sakes, just tell us what you fucking did.”
“Why? You tired, old man?” one of his guys asked.
Bullet and his two men fell apart laughing while I simply shook my head.
“Juvenile,” I murmured.
Bullet stopped laughing. “What the fuck did you just say?”
Fangs leveled his eyes with the man. “Fine. You don’t want to actually talk? Then, listen. Lay off our businesses and properties. This shit is getting old and outdone. Leave it alone, and we leave you alone.”
“And if we don’t?” Bullet asked.
Viper chuckled. “Then, you deal with me.”
Bullet blinked. “Is that supposed to scare me?”
None of us spoke as he stalked toward us.
“One of these days, my club and I will own the Twin Bays area, and you guys will be old news. Nothing but a memory impressed into the walls of the businesses we will eventually buy out from beneath you. You can deny it all you want. You can play all big and bad for as long as you want. But eventually, we will win. Eventually, we will take over. Eventually, your time will be up and your club will fall. Got it?”
Fangs looked over at me before he peered over his shoulder at Viper. I knew he had what we needed. Hell, I had what I needed. They were guilty as sin for attempting to start a war they thought they could win, so Fangs twirled his finger in the air.
“Let’s go, guys. I’ve got everything I need,” he said.
“What the hell? Get back here!” Bullet exclaimed.
I flipped him off before we kicked our legs over our bikes. We cranked our engines, revving them to drown out the angry cursing of the Devil’s Rage’s President. They were useless little shits that didn’t know the first fucking thing about running a club or protecting a town they wanted to own, and we didn’t have to stay and listen to them a second longer.
Especially now that we had confirmation that they were mounting a full-scale eventual assault against us.
We spun out our tires and covered those idiots in burnt rubber smoke. However, the second we got our bikes turned around to race out of the alleyway, cars and SUVs screeched to a grinding halt. They blocked us in, removing two of the three exits we had scouted out.
And when the goons in black suits stepped out of the vehicles, I groaned.
“How the hell did they know we were here?” I asked.
Fangs placed his hand against my chest. “Let me handle this.”
“I guess we meet again,” one of the men said.
He slipped off his sunglasses and I recognized him from the club last night. “What the hell do you want?”
He tucked his sunglasses on top of his head, despite the fact that it was pitch dark outside. “We want our compensation. That’s what we want.”
Fangs rolled his eyes. “Like I said, your client knew—”
