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killers but they run scared. Take a few down and they’ll back off.”
    “No killing,” Jacob replied sternly. “We grab up Enrique and Bammo, they’re at Los Dos tonight. Bloody them up, send a calling card. That should get Vamos off our backs for a few days. We toss them to the feds after the Koreans hit the dock.”
    Jacob looked at my puzzled face, stepping off his bike, his arm stitched tight in a jagged pattern. “Come with me baby, we need to talk,” he whispered, pulling me aside.
    “What in the hell is going on?” I practically shouted at him as we crossed the room. Behind us, a roar of conversation was taking place as the MC armed themselves and rolled out the bikes.
    “Look, I told you we’re the good guys.”
    “FBI? Koreans? Elephants? I thought you were a bunch of biker thugs!” I said exasperatedly.
    “I’m going to choose not to take that personally, little dove,” Jacob said smiling. My insides melted. “We’re deep in the shit here. We had contacts, ran imports down the west coast. The feds had us by the balls in a major RICO case. They came to us, offered us an alternative.”
    “You’re working with the FBI?”
    “Homeland Security babe. North Korea is trying to slip something big and dangerous into the country. Something we’re not supposed to talk about. We run the docks, we run shipping. They needed us.”
    “What are they bringing?” I whispered.
    “They won’t tell us. Maybe drugs, maybe money, maybe a nuke, all I know is they call it the elephant and we need to catch it.”
    “Can I help?”
    “Not till you get two votes little baby. I saw Famine’s shit eating grin out there. I’m riding out to fuck up some Vamos. Do you want Death or War?”
    The thought of fucking War right after my own mother made my knees shake, but there was something even more terrifying about Death… Still, if I had to choose.
    “Death…”
    “Nice choice.”
    “Death, you’re on babysitting duty. Everybody else, mount up!”
    I was amazed at the speed with which bikes were assembled at the roll-up. Even Jenna was along for the ride, hanging onto War for dear life. As they roared out to save the world, the room went silent. Death hadn’t moved.
    “I’m Penny…” I whispered quietly.
    “I know who you are.”
    My eyes went wide. The voice wasn’t anything like I expected. Death reached up, pulling the bandanna free and drawing it off her face. Delicate features came into view, piercing blue eyes over classic beauty.
    Death, was a woman.
    “What’s the matter, cat got your tongue, Penny?” Death said, her boots clicking as she walked toward me. “I’m glad you picked me. They never pick me.”
    I shivered, staring at the broad smile on her face. It was the look of a lunatic. She was stunningly beautiful, no question, but one look at her let you know this girl was all business.
    “You want my vote? You’re a stupid little girl aren’t you? Conquest is mine .”
    Her face was mere inches from my own, breath tickling my cheek. “Unless you think you can take what you want. Conquest says you got some fire in you. Is he right?”
    She gave me a shove, knocking me back a step toward the wall, closing the gap.
    “You just gonna let me bitchslap you around?” Death asked, her hand swinging up and cracking across my cheek. I stumbled back further still.
    “You’ve got nothing, do you?”
    Push.
    “Nothing.”
    Push.
    “You’re weak.”
    My back to the wall, Death’s hand came down again hard, but I caught the gloved fingers in mid air.
    “I’m not weak,” I said, swiftly moving into her space. Arms flailed around me trying to gain purchase and attack, but I drew in close and wrapped her up, bringing my face right into hers and devouring her lower lip in a fierce kiss.
    For a moment, Death seemed distracted. It was all I needed. I screamed, a blood boiling sound as I threw her to the ground. The element of surprise expended, Death had the upper hand in strength. She grabbed me