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Demon flexed his muscles and stayed silent as he waited for the clock to hit eight fifteen. He gave the orders to blow the gun warehouse at eight. The row of cars lined up behind him a few blocks over from the club would roll out behind him. Vested and dressed in all black, they looked like a team of swat members ready to go into battle. He gripped the gun in his hand, ready to lead the charge. His watched beeped.

Go time.

“Alright, Lefty, punch it.”

His right hand man gunned the engine and they tore through the fence like it was butter in the massive van. Shots rang out from the man standing guard. Answering fire followed. The door opened and men rushed them. The cars behind them picked them off like fish in a barrel. Bodies hit the ground.

Demon stroked the barrel, saving his bullets for Louis. The men began to run back inside when they realized they were basically human targets and Lefty floored it. The smash of flesh on the roof and the crack of bone made Demon wince. Shit’s got to hurt. Pulling a drift move, he slid in front of the entrance and the men began to rush the door. Bullets flew with cries of pain and warrior anthems of bravery.

The thwack of bullets hitting their mark and landing against Kevlar made his ears ache. Gunpowder tickled at the back of his throat and he coughed. His gaze darted back and forth, as he moved through the crowd searching for his target, gun raised and sweeping the air. The call head with the snake coiled around it bobbed as Louis ran toward the back. He aimed.

A body slammed into him, taking him to the ground.

“Son of a bitch.” He wrestled with his assailant, slamming the butt of his gun into the long, oily brown hair until it yielded blood and the man went motionless. “Fat fucker.” Demon hefted his frame off him and stayed on the ground, taking in the chaos around him. His people were winning. Sidewinders lay on the ground, dead and wounded in piles of blood. Others were being lined up. Demon scrambled to his feet and ran for the back. A bullet slammed into his chest, throwing him off course.

“I’m going I’m taking you to hell with me, mother fucker!” Louis roared. The veins in his neck bulged and his eyes held nothing but pure hatred as he unloaded his clip.

Demon’s body jerked with the impact. His finger twitched.

Louis howled…A red stain appeared on his shoulder and spread down his white shirt.

Demon fired two more, one to the gut and one to the leg.

Louis toppled like an imbalanced tower.

Demon rushed over and kicked the gun from his hand. “You’re mine now, Sidewinder. You fucked with the wrong. M.C.” He pressed his boot to Louis’s neck. “How does it feel knowing I hold your life in my hands, you son of a bitch. You came here to start shit, try to take over my territory. Your old man wasn’t man enough, why the fuck did you think you would be?”

“This club ruined my fucking life! Nothing ever compared. You think I’m afraid of death?” Louis spat out blood, covering Demon’s boots. “I welcome that shit.”

“Good, because that’s exactly what you’ll be getting. You’re going to burn down with the pitiful shit you call a club. Nothing’s going to change that. Why don’t you do yourself a favor and tell me everything I want to know about Natasha.”

He laughed. “You’ll never find her.”

“I don’t give a fuck about finding her. I want to know if you put her up to that shit.”

Louis smirked. “That bitch would do anything for Yayo and the lady. I gave her that shit like candy and she ate it up. I planned everything, but that first brat was a surprise. Watching you fawn over it while we laughed at you was a pastime here at the club. I fucked her while that baby of yours was inside her belly.”

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d his foot down on his neck. “You don’t have shit I want to hear. He removed his foot and delivered a swift kick to Louis’s head. “Boys, come in here and pick up the trash.”

He walked back out front to the room crowded with his people.

“What you want us to do, D?” Lefty asked as he anxiously glanced at the door. Odds were no one would call the cops, but he didn’t want to linger. Lefty liked shit to go down swiftly.

“No loose ends.” The last thing I want is this coming back to bite us in the ass. Bullets whizzed through the air and each one that found his mark weighed on his heart. Heavy is the head that wears the crown.

“And this one?” Lefty nodded down at Louis who groaned as he slowly came back to the land of the living.

“Let this bitch go up in flames with his ship.”

Lefty’s eyes rounded. “Fuck, okay…get him in a chair, douse this place with gas and let’s get the fuck out of here.”

Time sped up while the bodies were dragged into a pile and laid at Louis’ feet. Bound to the chair and gagged, he slumped. His eyes were at half-mast and the puddle of blood on the ground below him, told Demon he was already halfway to meeting his maker.

“As you take your final breaths, I want you to think about these men. All of this was your fault. You never should have come back here and tried to take me on.” Demon shook his head. “Light them up.”

Lefty covered his mouth and lowered the gas covered torch to the blankets they’d soaked and placed beneath the pile and above it. The smell of burning hair and flesh filled the room.


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