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were still there, and so far I hadn’t seen any of their cuts.
    I let my brothers take over, and began to
make my way towards the direction of where Lynch was behind the
bar. There was no fucking way to know what he was about to walk
into. “Brother,” I put a restraining hand on his arm when we came
to the door. “You let me go in first?”
    “No fuckin’ way.”
    He turned the knob, but the door was locked.
Standing back, he brought his leg up and kicked the door open. I
followed him into the room, my gaze taking in the scene before us.
Killer was lying on the floor in a pool of blood. Kat was beaten
and bloody next to him. I saw the wound on Killer’s neck, the box
cutter next to him, and it was obvious what had occurred. Lynch
went straight to Kat and got down on his knees.
    With all the blood it was hard to tell how
badly she was hurt. “Fuck! Let me find something for her face.”
    I went back out front and found the crew
rounding up the Predators who’d given themselves up. They were
being forced to crowd against a corner table, where a couple of
Lynch’s men were holding guns on them.
    “First aid kit?” My gaze rested on the
Predators. It was clear that no one wanted to help. “That woman
dies in there, and you fuckers will be fucking next,” I threatened,
meaning it.
    “Behind the bar, next to the register,” one
of them finally said.
    “Tell Prez that Wildman and his crew took off
a half hour ago,” a brother said as I went behind the bar.
    I acknowledged him with a look, and then went
back to searching for the first aid kit. I located it and rushed
back to Lynch. “I found a first aid kit, everything’s good out
front.” I handed him the kit. “Looks like Wildman and his crew took
off right before we got here.”
    Lynch acknowledged me with a nod, opening the
dirty kit. “Fucking cowards,” he snarled. He rummaged around inside
before taking out the antiseptic wipes. “I need to wash her face
first, get me a wet cloth.”
    Fuck! I went back out to the bar and grabbed
a bar towel, then ran it under the faucet. Spying a bottle of
whiskey, I grabbed that, too. Lynch looked up at me when I
re-entered the room. “This might help with the pain.” I handed him
the bottle and wet towel.
    He gently ran the cloth over Kat’s bloody
face, which wasn’t as bad as I’d thought it would be. It was mostly
dried blood, and when that was gone all that was left were some
cuts and bruises, thank fuck. Her eye and mouth were swollen,
too.
    “Kat, baby, wake up.”
    “He didn’t rape me,” I heard her say.
    “I know, babe, do you think you can ride? I
have a van coming, but they won’t be here for a while.”
    I took in her skirt and ruined blouse,
frowning. There was no way she’d be able to ride on the back of a
fucking bike. “Fuck that. We’ll take one of their cages, I think
under the circumstances they’ll be glad to see us leave.”
    “What do you wanna’ do about Killer?”
    I knew the only reason Lynch was asking was
because we were in my town, and if there was going to be any
retaliation my club would take it. I wasn’t worried about it, and
laughed. “Nothing. By the time they find out they need a new prez
we’ll be at my club. I’ll go get a cage.”
    I passed Lenny on my way out to the bar. When
I entered the room I stopped to make eye contact with the two Wild
Marauders guarding over the Predators. “There won’t be any more
killing here today. Gather up their weapons, destroy their
burners.”
    I stepped outside, made eye contact with
Reggie, and motioned him over.
    “Yeah, Prez?”
    “Find us a cage for Lynch’s old lady and
bring it up.”
    I looked around, checking out the bodies that
were on the ground. Thank fuck I didn’t see any Wild Marauder or
Dark Menace cuts. If any of the Predators were still around, they
weren’t showing their faces. My gaze went to the trailers behind
the clubhouse. They were most likely hiding out there, with their
women. I