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not. That means you have a problem with respect, and I ain’t got time for motherfuckers like you. You may be the fuckin’ cartel, but let me tell you somethin’. You think this town will deal with you fuckers comin’ in like you own the place? They’d rather be scared of us than the cartel,” he seethes. “I have the fuckin’ entire town in my pocket, and a wife whose money would squash yours. You want to play, we’re gonna fuckin’ play.”
    I would call my brother a goddamn idiot for mentioning his wife’s money, but he’s playin’ his cards. He is letting this fucker know that he has the power and the funds to fight until the end. Protection around Winter is going to be tenfold now. She is going to be fucking pissed.
    The drug lord’s men cock their guns, and the echoes of ours follow.
    “Go ahead and shoot. My brother, who you don’t need to know because he’ll pick you off before you can pull your triggers, will have iced most of your men. Then where will you be? A squattin’ dick in someone else’s town without protection.”
    My trigger finger is doing a happy dance. It begs me to pull it back and kill these fuckwads.
    “Now that is a fuckin’ threat, you dumbass. You’ve had your chance. We’re outta here. Fuck with my town, and we’ll pick you off one by one. Don’t believe me? Call up the Russian mafia. We picked them fuckers off one by one until there were a few left, and those few ran off with their cocks tucked.”
    The drug lord makes a motion with his hands for his crew to lower their guns. “We don’t need to start bloodshed right now. We’ll take what we want eventually.”
    What a dumb fuck. My brother’s laughter roars as we walk out. They may be the fucking cartel, but we’re goddamn Breakneck, and we are used to motherfuckers starting shit with us. Grant you, this is the largest we will have ever gone against. We do have the manpower, guns, and the funds to cover our asses.
    He wants a war? Well, he got himself one.
    When we reach our bikes, we wait for our Prez to give us our orders as we straddle our ladies.
    “When we get back, call up the other charters, Pyro. Their families are safe, but ours are not. Get them here. Our town needs our fuckin’ protection too. We can’t cover everything by ourselves,” he growls low so that someone might not hear. “Shoot Juan a fuckin’ text; tell him not to help these fuckers. You can tell him everything. It’ll piss him off too. They don’t have his number because I didn’t get a chance to write it down, but he needs to be cautious anyway.”
    More goddamn bloodshed.
    “Pyro and Smokey, you guys need to go and get Berry. Since she lives the farthest, you both need to go. Two is better than one. Rap, can you handle swingin’ by Sated to get Piper,” Prez asks as we hit the throttles on our ladies.
    Shit, Piper!
    “Prez…” I drawl. “I’d feel a fuck ton better if you, Rap, and I all went to Club Sated.”
    “That’s fine, but let’s make this shit quick. We gotta inform the other brothers. I’ll call a gathering meetin’ so we can prep the family.”
    Great. It’s about to get ugly.
    “We need to get Zig Zag and Storm back here, but I want Shadow to keep Tea fuckin’ far away. ZZ has lost enough fuckin’ members of his family; let’s not let him lose another. So don’t call Shadow back, and that’s a fuckin’ order.
    What bullshit. All of this is fucking bullshit.
    We notice three cars following us as we leave and you can tell my brother is losing his patience. He shakes his head back and forth as we ride along the highway. When Pyro and Smokey turn off to get Berry, one car veers off and trails behind them. The other two vehicles tail us all the way, until we pull in front of Sated.
    Piper is walking a redhead out of the building when I turn my lady off. Prez, Rap, and I are all thinking the same thing as Piper hugs the woman. Her being friendly with whoever that is cost that redhead her freedom. If these