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Nash spat at the guy’s feet, which only riled hiuy who had un to my head "Tell me who the fuck ordered that hit" His dark eyes revealed the darkness that I knew lived inside hiuy, and he was responsible for a lot of death and destruction

"What do I get in return?" I asked I still hadn’t figured out how the fuck to get out of this

He scowled, and anger flashed in his eyes Pressing the gun harder against et that name, the women we paid a visit to today will not be so lucky next ti to flip Nash’s switch, and he lunged at the guy who stood over hiht it out of the corner of uy with the gun to un and ai, Nash would die

As I lunged forward in the seat and wrapped un sounded, and blood sprayed everywhere

Jesus

Who the fuck had been hit?

It all happened so quickly that I struggled to get s, until I heard J’s voice booun shot before J’s hand reached out to mine, and he pulleduys for us, and I surveyed the bloodyup at hi to wonder how the fuck ere gonna get out of that"

His eyes held ruffly, "You would have done the same for me"

I nodded "Yeah"

He nodded back at ot everyone now The boys are just doing a final sweep to make sure"

"How many were there?" Nash asked as he stood

"We took out two other guys"

We walked back the e’d co the way "The house is clear We got everyone," one of Blade’s guys inforet the hell out of here," J said, and we all moved as fast as we could back to the vans

As we drove towards the clubhouse, I hoped like fuck that Scott and his team were successful Who knehere it would all lead if they weren’t

"Fuck, where’s Scott?" Nash asked as he paced the clubhouse bar

We’d been back for an hour with no word fro for the last fifteen et worried I would have thought they’d be back by now

"Nash, can you give it a rest?" J snapped, clearly agitated by Nash’s pacing

They glared at each other, but Nash eventually sat

My phone rang, and we all zeroed in on it I checked the caller ID and frohen I saho it was

"Harlow What’s up?" I said as I answered it

"Are you with Scott, Griff? I’ve sent him some texts and tried to call him a few times today, and he hasn’t answered any of the worried"