We stood still, listening.
In the distance, a loud car engine driving by took up the space for a beat, but other than that… nothing.
I would have thought my mind was playing tricks on me if the other men hadn’t felt the same thing I did.
I took a step forward, and a small silver ball was thrown from the far end of the parking lot.
It took my brain half a second to comprehend what I was seeing, but it felt like a second too long as a small explosion rang out on the property.
A parked car immediately caught on fire, and men swarmed the place.
I didn’t need to look to know who these fuckers belonged to, as some of them had a visible tattoo of a long dagger wrapped around two cobras.
The symbol of the Mansen Brotherhood.
Dominic pushed a scowling Kai back into the bar and pulled out his gun, taking in the dozen men surrounding us.
The doors busted behind us, and all the brothers came out, with their weapons drawn.
There were seven of us and about twelve of them.
Looked like a fair fucking fight to me.
I took in the faces of each of the fuckers, frustration burning a hole inside of me when I didn’t see either of the fucking Mansen twins.
One of the fuckers got tired of waiting for us. He fired his gun but missed me by a few feet.
Fucking amateur.
They must have thought this would be an easy fight since there were more of them than there were of us.
They fucking thought wrong, and I was going to show them just how easy it was for the King’s Men to take control of this territory.
With a shout, our men moved, starting on the defense and trying to keep them from encroaching on the bar, but it wasn’t long before we moved to offense and started attacking them.
They backed away.
I looked around for Micah and found him taking on a big fucker with his bare hands, pushing him toward the car that had caught fire earlier.
I turned away just as the fucker screamed in pain when Micah pushed him into the fire.
The other members of the Mansen Brotherhood heard the scream, and panic entered their eyes.
I wasn’t going to stop until I burned each and every one of them to a fucking crisp.
I focused on one trying to run away, leaving his brothers behind.
If there was one thing I hated, it was a coward.
It didn’t take me long to catch up to him, and he screamed when I tackled him to the ground.
He shakily grabbed his gun and tried to aim at me, but I grabbed it from his hold and threw it out of his reach.
“You’re too fucking late,” he said as I pulled my arms back and punched him in the face. “They already have her.”
“Who?” I asked, getting a bad feeling. I grabbed his shirt and hauled him up to my face. “What are you talking about?”
He spat on my face and laughed.
