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The assholes protested as Calamity motioned towards the other two presidents.

“I’m going to have to up the ante when you come to Merritt.” Inglorious grinned.

“Who wants to volunteer to teach these assholes some manners?” Drake asked.

“I’m first,” I said, and Drake nodded.

“Naturally. Who else?”

I smirked, as there was no lack of hands shooting upwards. Myka didn’t know it, but she had an entire club at her back. I could give her the one thing she craved—a family.

Calamity

I was watching the fight as Fragment pounded the asshole who’d assaulted Natalie, and I nodded in approval. Fragment was good; the guy was hurting. I snickered as Fragment had yet to say a word and his expression hadn’t changed once. The fool had landed a couple of weak-ass blows, but they didn’t affect Fragment in the slightest.

Ace was wrapping Falcon’s knuckles after he’d beaten one to a pulp. Falcon was still riled, but he’d have to hit a bag. Others wanted a piece of these assholes. Fragment let rip with a hammer blow that lifted his opponent off his feet. Damn, nice shot.

My phone rang, and I glanced down and saw it was the gate. Luca and Felix were down there. A flash of concern raced through me as I answered.

“What is it?”

“We’ve got bikes, and I don’t think they’re allies,” Luca said.

“Let them in,” I cut the call and stood up. I tilted my head for Falcon to follow and turned to Drake and Inglorious.

“Notorious Princes.”

Falcon whistled sharply, and my club responded.

“Fragment, you’re done,” I ordered. Fragment held the guy by his shirt, shook him, and then let him drop.

“Done,” Fragment agreed.

I led the way out of the clubhouse towards the gate. I could hear bikes outside as we filtered out.

About thirty riders were in front of me, and I knew they’d expected to find us alone. This was a show of power. Thief sat in the middle with a huge smirk until he saw everyone filing out. The triumphant expression he wore faded. Drake stepped up behind me, letting me take the lead. I crossed my arms and held my silence.

“Well, this is a predicament.” Thief grinned.

“Not for me. But you’re wearing colours in my territory without permission? Yeah, you’ve got a huge, fuckin, problem,” I replied.

“We want what your kid stole from us,” Thief stated.

“Show fuckin’ respect,” I thundered, and Thief glanced at Drake and then back at me. “That’s not a kid. That’s my Veep, and he successfully kicked three of your brothers’ asses. Don’t enter my territory and insult me,” I snarled.

“He took something that doesn’t belong to him,” Thief argued.

“I come to your clubhouse, wearing colours without your permission; what would you do?” I demanded as my club, the National Chapter and Unwanted Bastards, surrounded them in a circle.

Thief glanced about.

“Yeah, you thought I didn’t have the numbers. Came here thinking you had the upper hand, and now it’s backfired. What’s your next step?” I smirked.

“Drake, get your whelp under control,” Thief snapped.

“Ain’t my kid, and this is his turf and club. Calamity’s not wrong; you deal with him,” Drake ordered.

“Take their colours,” I said to my brothers.