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They moved forward, and Thief held up a hand.

“Don’t do this.”

“You’d do it to me and offer a beatdown. Why should I treat you any differently? Thief, you came here intending to beat us and take our territory. Don’t mistake me for a fuckin’ idiot. You were arrogant and a fool and didn’t check to see if we were alone. I’m treating this as an act of war,” I said.

“You gonna allow this gimp talk for you, Michaelson?” Thief demanded.

“This is his land and his club,” Drake replied mildly. “But I take offence to gimp.”

“Remove their colours, and Thief, let this be my declaration,” I said, stepping forward, and slashed Thief’s patches from his cut.

“You can also consider this a declaration from the National Chapter of Rage MC,” Drake announced, backing me up.

“And the same from the Unwanted Bastards too,” Inglorious added. “Brothers, help an ally throw the vermin out.”

I smiled as the sound of punches was exchanged. Outnumbered and outmatched, the Notorious Princes gave up their colours. I stood over Thief, who spat blood in my direction.

“Gonna cost you five k per patch to get these back. You got three months, then we’ll burn them, and I’m being generous,” I said, and deliberately turning my back, I walked away.

Chapter Eighteen.

Myka

Natalie and I were both physically shaking as Artemis ordered a prospect to fetch us both a stiff drink.

“Why are people so damn hateful?” Natalie demanded.

“Because they’re jealous and small-minded,” Artemis replied. Natalie looked surprised at her answer and then laughed.

“That’s true. All Jess’s friends have been saying stuff and have been trying to boycott me.”

“Well, they’ve got other shit to worry about now,” Artemis snorted. “If I know my niece, she’ll ruin all of them.”

“Niece?” Natalie asked, confused.

“Rosie. The relationship’s complicated,” Artemis replied.

“Every man here calls each other brother; therefore, their kids are nieces and nephews. The old ladies take them on too,” I explained.

“Or not so complicated,” Artemis muttered.

“Got it. If you don’t mind, I’m going home. Tonight’s been a bit too much,” Natalie declared.

“Just wait a few moments,” Artemis said, and Natalie shook her head.

“No. I need to go. Thanks for the support,” she mumbled and stood. Natalie slipped out without another word.

“Are you okay?” Artemis asked, holding my casted fingers, which still shook. She held an ice pack over my wounded one, which had begun to swell.

“Those women were right. What is Falcon doing with a Beauregard cast off?”

Artemis slapped my leg gently. “Enough of that bullshit. We don’t do self-pity in this family.”

“But I’m not!”

“Myka, don’t make me bitch-slap you,” Artemis threatened.

Artemis made me laugh in surprise.