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They were nearing the Jeep when shadowy figures approached them from all sides. The Deathโs Head jackals leered at them, anger burning in their eyes.
The Dragons did a partial shift, prepared for whatever was coming.
One of the jackals puffed his chest and spat, โBecause of you, we had to forfeit both fights, you sons of bitches. Those purses youโre carrying should be rightfully ours.โ
Mason growled, straightening to his full height. โYouโre doping your fighters. Thatโs against the rules.โ He looked at the pair of siblings theyโd dragged out with them. โYou two should find new management. Wolves shouldnโt be hanging out with jackals. Whereโs your pride?โ
The lead jackal snarled at the insult. โYou should learn to keep your nose out of business thatโs not yours. Now, hand over the money or weโll start breaking legs.โ
Stone laughed. โIf you keep running your mouth, the only thing here that will end up broken is your nose.โ
They didnโt heed his warning. Fists flying, they came at Quake and the others, ready to do serious damage. He shook his head when one of them hit him with a tire iron. It bent on impact with his hardened skin.
Snatching it from his attackerโs hands, Quake wrapped it around the jackalโs neck. โThere. Letโs see how you like wearing a collar.โ
The skirmish didnโt last long. It ended with the Deathโs Head members on the ground, nursing bruises and cracked ribs.
โYouโre gonna pay for this,โ the first one who threatened them spat.
Quakeโs answering grin held no humor. Maybe it was stereotyping but Deathโs Head jackals were all the same. Worthless pieces of shit who doped fighters and kidnapped, raped, and sold women.
Killing Khan was going to be a pleasure.
When they arrived back at the Citadel, they found The Order of the Phoenix brothers busy cleaning up. The stench of smoke, ash, and chemicals was heavy in the air. Thankfully, the blaze had been confined to a storage room and a hallway outside it.
They were damn lucky.
โIs there anything we can do?โ Stone asked Tobias when they found him inspecting the damage.
The other cadre leader sighed. โYes, thank you. Weโve worked so hard to renovate this place. Every surface on the first floor needs cleaned, plus the stairs and the hallway on the second floor. The men contained it before the smoke went higher.โ
Quake groaned. He knew that meant lots of washing things down. The Hellโs Fury MC were men of action, not domestic creatures. Warriors, not camp followers.
They rolled up their sleeves and pitched in anyway.
Some of their brothers in The Order of the Phoenix seemed distracted as they worked. He could hear Zac and Aiden speculating about someone named Morgan. Malik and Iosefa were whispering concerns over a redhead they had seen at the fight hanging out with the wrong crowd.
Quake checked his phone a few times but found no messages from Magenta. It made him wonder what she was up to. Thanksgiving dinner with Madam Belle and the other women she lived with? After the run-in with the jackals at the fight, he hoped she was staying safe.
Heโd know tomorrow. Theyโd be heading out early in the morning, landing at Vegas equally early, thanks to the different time zones. Shit. He should call Magenta, see if she was up to eating out. There was a great little mom-and-pop diner that offered all-day breakfasts. Regardless of the time, he was certain he could sweet talk her into going.
At least he didnโt have to wonder how she liked his presents. He hadnโt gotten a mile down the road after dropping them off before his text alert sounded, thanking him for his gifts. The flowers. The cookbook. The guitar pick and his promise to play for her.
Magenta had been undecided about the song, though. She promised to give it some thought.
Sheโd had time to pick one while they were gone. Hopefully, she would have an answer when he saw her again.
Quake couldnโt wait.
He shut off his phone for the flight. Turning it back on as soon as they landed, he saw that he had a text message from Magenta. He opened it eagerly but what he read nearly sent him to his knees.
Iโm sorry.
I canโt do this anymore.
Take care of yourself.
I wish you all the best.
โWhat the fuck?โ he grated, unable to believe what he was seeing. Had she just been stringing him along, giving him hope?
Or had Madam Belle nipped things in the bud, forcing her to part ways with him if she wanted to stay in the fold?
Well, fuck that.
Quake was royally pissed. Who the hell did Belle think she was? Who the hell did the Fae think he was? Sheโd vastly underestimated him if she thought a single text message was going to put him off after the week of correspondence theyโd had.
And if it was Magentaโs idea, Belle wasnโt about to turn down the money he had to buy her time. He was prepared to offer double the going rate if thatโs what it took.
One way or another, he intended to confront Magenta and learn exactly what the hell was going on.
He was at the front door when The Pole Barn opened. Amos looked at him oddly but said nothing. Quake headed back to where Madam Belle was consulting with her bar manager.
She didnโt seem surprised to see him.
She didnโt look pleased about it, either.
He waited for her to finish before speaking. โI want to book a VIP session with Magenta tonight. All night,โ he added meaningfully.
โIโm sorry, you canโt,โ she replied flatly.
Quakeโs resentment boiled up. โIโve got the cash if thatโs what youโre worried about.โ
Belle shook her head. โYou still canโt.โ
โIโm not good enough to see her, is that it?โ he snapped. โOr she doesnโt want to see me?โ
โSheโs gone,โ Belle informed him. โTurned in her notice and left. Candy, tell him.โ
The pink-haired stripper popped her gum and nodded. โSheโs gone, Quake, but Iโm here. You need to forget about her, you come see me, alright? I promise
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