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0:00Gunfire erupted, shattering the diner
0:02window before anyone could blink. A
0:0519-year-old kid instantly threw his body
0:08over his first date, taking a bullet to
0:11shield her. He thought he was saving an
0:13ordinary college girl, completely
0:16unaware he was bleeding for the daughter
0:18of a ruthless Hell's Angels boss. Calb
0:21Wyatt was just a normal guy. He was a
0:2419-year-old mechanical engineering
0:26student at San Jose State, spending his
0:30weekends up to his elbows in Greece at a
0:32local auto repair shop to pay for his
0:35tuition. He was quiet, hardworking, and
0:38deeply ordinary. His biggest source of
0:41anxiety wasn't gang violence or criminal
0:44syndicates. It was figuring out how to
0:47ask out the girl who sat two rows ahead
0:49of him in his morning chemistry lecture.
0:52Her name was Khloe Bennett. She was an
0:54art history major with a pension for
0:57oversized vintage sweaters and acquired
1:00almost guarded demeanor. She never
1:02raised her hand, never lingered after
1:05class to chat with the other students,
1:07and always had a black SUV waiting for
1:10her two blocks away from campus. Calb
1:13just assumed she came from money. He
1:16didn't know that the SUV was armored or
1:18that the driver carried a legally
1:20registered concealed Glock 19. After 3
1:24months of stolen glances and awkward
1:26hallway smiles, Caleb finally worked up
1:29the nerve. To his absolute shock, Khloe
1:33said yes. They agreed to meet at
1:35Carson's Grill, an old school neon lit
1:38diner tucked away on the border of
1:40Oakland and San Leandro. It was neutral
1:42territory, a place known for burnt
1:44coffee, excellent cherry pie, and an
1:47unspoken rule that trouble stayed
1:49outside its doors. It was a Tuesday
1:51evening. The diner was half empty, the
1:54air smelling of fried onions and stale
1:57bleach. Calb sat across from Khloe in a
2:00faded red vinyl booth near the back
2:02window. The date was going better than
2:04he could have ever hoped. Chloe was
2:07laughing at his terrible jokes about his
2:09rusted out Ford pickup. And for a
2:12moment, the guarded wall she always kept
2:15up seemed to completely vanish. "I don't
2:18usually do this," Khloe admitted,
2:20stirring her coffee with a plastic
2:22spoon. "Her eyes flicked toward the
2:24front door, a subtle unconscious habit
2:28hadn't yet learned to recognize. Go out
2:31with people from class, I mean. My
2:34family is complicated. Complicated like
2:37we argue over Thanksgiving dinner.
2:39Complicated or complicated like my dad
2:42is a super villain. Complicated. Caleb
2:45joked, flashing an easy smile. Khloe's
2:48smile faltered for a fraction of a
2:50second. Something like that. Before
2:53Caleb could ask what she meant, the
2:55heavy glass doors of Carson's grill
2:58swung open with a violent crash. The
3:01bell above the door didn't just jingle.
3:03It ripped off its hinges as two men
3:06stormed inside. They didn't wear masks,
3:09which was the first terrifying sign. Men
3:12who don't hide their faces don't plan on
3:15leaving witnesses. They wore heavy dark
3:18coats, their eyes scanning the room with
3:20cold predatory efficiency. One of them,
3:24a tall, heavily tattooed man with a
3:26jagged scar running down his jawline,
3:29pulled a sword off shotgun from beneath
3:32his coat. The other drew a modified
3:34automatic pistol. They didn't look at
3:36the cash register. They didn't look at
3:38the terrified waitress behind the
3:40counter. Their eyes locked directly onto
3:43the back booth. They locked onto Chloe.
3:47"There," the scarred man shouted,
3:49racking the shotgun. Calb didn't think.
3:52There was no time for higher brain
3:54function, no time to weigh the odds or
3:57assess the situation. It was pure primal
4:00instinct. "Get down!" Caleb roared. He
4:04lunged across the table, his full body
4:07weight slamming into Khloe just as the
4:09first deafening blast erupted. The world
4:13dissolved into chaos. The thick plate
4:16glass window beside them exploded
4:18inward, raining down razor sharp shards.
4:22The ceramic coffee mugs shattered,
4:24sending scalding liquid flying. Calb
4:27pressed Khloe to the sticky lenolium
4:29floor beneath the table, wrapping his
4:31arms around her head to shield her.
4:34Bullets tore through the vinyl booth
4:36where they had been sitting a
4:38millisecond prior. The sound was
4:40agonizing a rapid concussive booming
4:43that rattled Calb's teeth and filled the
4:46diner with the acrid choking stench of
4:49gunpowder and pulverized plaster. Stay
4:52down. Don't move. Caleb yelled over the
4:56gunfire, his voice cracking with terror.
5:00He could feel Chloe trembling beneath
5:02him, her hands gripping his shirt with
5:04desperate strength. He felt a sudden
5:07searing heat rip across his left
5:09shoulder like a hot iron pressing
5:12directly into his skin. He gasped, his
5:15vision swimming for a second, but he
5:18refused to loosen his grip on her. He
5:20clamped his eyes shut, waiting for the
5:22final shot, waiting for the footsteps to
5:25approach their ruined booth. But then a
5:28different sound echoed through the
5:30diner. Bang! Bang! Bang! Sullivan! The
5:35grizzled old marine who owned Carson's
5:38Grill had kicked open the kitchen doors
5:40with a 38 revolver in his hands, firing
5:43blindly toward the attackers. It was
5:46enough to break their momentum. The
5:48hitmen, realizing they had lost the
5:51element of surprise and not wanting a
5:53drawn out firefight, backed out the
5:56shattered front doors, laying down a
5:58final wave of suppressive fire before
6:01peeling out in a screeching sedan. Then
6:05there was silence. Just the hiss of a
6:07ruptured coffee machine and the
6:09whimpering of a patron hiding behind the
6:12counter. "Chloe, Chloe, are you hit?"
6:15Caleb gasped, slowly rolling off her.
6:18His ears were ringing so loudly he could
6:21barely hear his own voice. He pulled
6:24himself up, wincing as a sharp,
6:26agonizing pain flared in his left
6:29shoulder. He reached up and his hand
6:31came away wet and crimson. A bullet had
6:34grazed him, a deep, ugly trench torn
6:37through the flesh of his upper arm.
6:40Khloe scrambled up from the debris. She
6:42wasn't crying. That was the first thing
6:45Caleb noticed. Any normal college girl
6:48would be in hysterics, screaming, or in
6:50a state of catatonic shock. But Khloe's
6:54face was set in a mask of terrifying,
6:56icy composure. She looked at Calb's
6:59bleeding arm, then at the bullet holes
7:02shredding the wall behind them. "I'm
7:04fine," she breathed out, her hand
7:07shaking slightly as she brushed glass
7:09from her sweater. "You're bleeding. It's
7:12just a graze," Carp said, his adrenaline
7:15masking the worst of the pain. He
7:18reached into his pocket with his good
7:20arm. And calling 911, Khloe's hand shot
7:24out, ribbing his wrist with surprising
7:27force.
7:28No, put the phone away. Calb stared at
7:31her, utterly confused. Chloe, people
7:34just tried to murder us with a shotgun.
7:37We need the police. I need an ambulance.
7:40If the police get here, this gets a 100
7:43times worse, Chloe said, her voice
7:46dropping to an urgent, frantic whisper.
7:48She reached into her own pocket and
7:50pulled out a heavy blocky burner phone,
7:52not the sleek smartphone Caleb saw her
7:55use in class. She dialed a single digit
7:58and held it to her ear. It's me, she
8:01said into the receiver. Carson's grill
8:04on East 14th. Two hitters. I'm okay, but
8:08it's public. Hurry. Um, she hung up,
8:12dropping the phone back into her pocket,
8:15and turned to Caleb. You need to leave.
8:18Go out the back door through the
8:19kitchen. Run down the alley and don't
8:22stop until you're back at your dorm. If
8:25anyone asks, you were never here. Are
8:27you insane? Calb demanded, pressing a
8:31napkin against his bleeding shoulder.
8:34And not leaving you here in the middle
8:36of a war zone. What if they come back?
8:39Who did you just call? Before Chloe
8:42could answer, a sound began to build in
8:45the distance. It didn't sound like
8:47police sirens. It sounded like thunder
8:50rolling down the asphalt. The low
8:53guttural vibration shook the remaining
8:55glass in the diner's window frames. It
8:58grew louder, more aggressive until the
9:00roar of a dozen heavy V twin motorcycle
9:03engines filled the air, completely
9:06drowning out the ambient noise of the
9:08city. Calb watched in stunned silence as
9:11a pack of massive custombuilt
9:13motorcycles swarmed the parking lot of
9:16the diner, blocking off the entrances
9:18and exits. The riders cut their engines
9:21in unison, leaving an eerie, heavy
9:24silence in their wake. They were massive
9:26men, clad in heavy leather cuts and
9:29thick denim. On their backs, the
9:32unmistakable terrifying emblem of the
9:34Hell's Angels Motorcycle Club was
9:37stitched in blood red and stark white.
9:40The bottom rocker on their vests, read
9:43California. The doors to the diner
9:46didn't just open, they were shoved
9:47aside. At the head of the pack was a man
9:50who seemed to suck all the air out of
9:53the room. He was easily 6'4, built like
9:57a freight train with a thick silver
9:59streaked beard and cold dead blue eyes.
10:03Tattoos crept up his neck, disappearing
10:06into his hairline. A leather cut hung
10:09over his broad shoulders bearing the
10:11patch of Vice President Oakland. This
10:15was Declan Reaper Bennett. Dad," Khloe
10:18said softly. Calb's stomach plummeted.
10:21The room started to spin, and it wasn't
10:24from the blood loss. To add, Declan
10:27Bennett didn't look at the terrified
10:29diner owner, nor at the bullet holes. He
10:32marched straight to the back booth, his
10:34heavy boots crunching over the broken
10:36glass. He grabbed Khloe by the
10:38shoulders, his massive, calloused hands
10:41turning her left and right, checking her
10:44for bullet holes. When he was satisfied
10:46she was unheard, his posture relaxed,
10:48but only by a millimeter. "Your sloppy,
10:52Chloe," Declan growled, his voice like
10:55gravel grinding in a cement mixer. "I
10:58told you to take the armored car. I
11:01wanted to be normal for one night," she
11:04shot back, her tone defensive, but laced
11:07with guilt. Declan's cold eyes finally
11:10snapped off his daughter and landed on
11:13Caleb. He took in the kid's pale face,
11:16the terrified posture, and the blood
11:18soaked napkin pressed against his
11:20shoulder. Two of the club's enforcers
11:23stepped up behind Declan, their hands
11:26resting entirely too close to the heavy
11:28bulges under their leather jackets. "Who
11:30the hell is this?" Declan demanded,
11:33pointing a massive finger at Carb. His
11:36name is Calibb, Khloe said quickly,
11:39stepping between them. "He's from my
11:41university, Dad." They had a shotgun.
11:43They had me dead to rights. Caleb
11:46tackled me. He threw himself over me. He
11:49took a bullet for me. Declan slowly
11:52stepped around his daughter towering
11:54over Caleb. The biker smelled of motor
11:57oil, stale tobacco, and violence. He
12:00looked at the shattered booth, tracing
12:02the trajectory of the bullet holes with
12:04his eyes, and then looked back at the
12:06bloody groove torn through Caleb's arm.
12:10You saved my daughter? Declan asked. It
12:13wasn't a thank you. It sounded like an
12:15interrogation. I I just reacted, sir.
12:19Calb stammered, his heart hammering
12:21against his ribs. I didn't know who she
12:24was. I just didn't want her to die.
12:28Declan stared at him for a long,
12:30agonizing moment. Did you see their
12:33faces? Caleb hesitated. His mind flashed
12:36back to the chaotic seconds before the
12:38gunfire. Yes, no masks. The guy with a
12:42shotgun had a jagged scar on his jawline
12:45and a teardrop tattoo under his left
12:47eye. One of the enforcers behind Declan,
12:51hissed through his teeth. The Santos
12:53brothers, the cartel's new debt
12:56collectors. They're making a play.
12:58Declan didn't flinch, but his eyes
13:01darkened. He looked at Caleb, really
13:04looking at him. this time, a civilian, a
13:07witness, a college kid who just got an
13:10unauthorized look at the men trying to
13:12spark a cartel war with the Hell's
13:14Angels. Sir, if it's all the same to
13:18you, I'm just going to go to the
13:20hospital, Calip said, taking a cautious
13:23step backward. I won't say a word to the
13:25cops. I swear.
13:28>> [clears throat]
13:28>> Declan reached out with lightning speed,
13:30his massive hand clamping down on
13:32Caleb's uninjured shoulder with the
13:35force of a vise. Calb gasped in pain.
13:38"You're not going to a hospital, kid,"
13:41Declan said, his voice dangerously calm.
13:44"Hoss ask questions. Hospitals call the
13:47police." "And right now, you're the only
13:50person who can positively ID the men who
13:53just tried to put my little girl in a
13:55body bag." Dad, no! Chloe shouted, panic
14:00finally breaking through her icy facade.
14:03Let him go. He has nothing to do with
14:05this. Declan ignored her. He looked at
14:09his sergeant at arms. Patch up his arm
14:12at the clubhouse. We're taking him with
14:14us. Wait, what? No. Calb struggled, but
14:19two massive bikers grabbed him by the
14:22arms, practically lifting him off the
14:24floor. You saved her life, kid. I owe
14:27you for that, Declan said, leaning in so
14:30close. Calb could see the scars on his
14:33cheeks. But you're in the game now. And
14:36you don't leave until I say you leave.
14:39The ride to the clubhouse was a
14:41masterclass in psychological terror.
14:44Wyatt was shoved roughly into the back
14:46of a blacked out Chevrolet Suburban,
14:48wedged between two men who smelled of
14:50stale cigarette smoke, damp leather, and
14:53gun oil. Khloe was seated in the front
14:56passenger seat, arguing in low, furious
14:59whispers with her father, Declan, who
15:02was driving. The heavy steel partition
15:05separating the front from the back made
15:07their words muffled, but the tension
15:10radiating through the vehicle was
15:12suffocating. Wyatt sat shivering,
15:15pressing the blood soaked napkin against
15:17his shoulder. The adrenaline that had
15:19fueled his heroic dive in the diner was
15:21rapidly evaporating, replaced by a deep,
15:25throbbing agony that radiated down his
15:27arm and up into his neck. He was a
15:3019-year-old engineering student. His
15:33biggest worry that morning had been
15:34passing a thermodynamics quiz. Now he
15:38was bleeding in the back of an armored
15:40SUV owned by an outlaw motorcycle
15:42syndicate, having just survived an
15:44assassination attempt by a cartel hit
15:47squad. The convoy of heavy motorcycles
15:50roared around the SUV, a moving
15:53barricade of steel and muscle that
15:55ignored red lights and stop signs. They
15:58tore through the industrial sprawl of
16:00East Oakland, finally slowing as they
16:02approached a massive razor wire topped
16:04gate surrounding a sprawling salvage
16:06yard. The gate groaned open, revealing a
16:08fortified compound. [clears throat]
16:10Inside, stripped down car chassis and
16:14stacks of shipping containers formed an
16:16artificial maze leading to a massive
16:19corrugated metal warehouse. This was the
16:22Oakland Charter's central harbor
16:24fortress, hidden in plain sight. Out!"
16:28grunted one of the enforcers, hauling
16:30Wyatt by his uninjured arm as soon as
16:33the vehicle stalked. Wyatt stumbled onto
16:36the cracked concrete, his knees buckling
16:39slightly. Chloe was instantly at his
16:42side, wrapping her arm around his waist
16:44to steady him. "I've got him," she
16:47snapped to the enforcer, her voice
16:49carrying a sharp, commanding edge that
16:52Wyatt had never heard in the classroom.
16:54She looked up at him, her eyes
16:56softening. Hang in there, Wyatt. We're
16:59going to get you fixed up. They led him
17:02inside the warehouse. The interior was
17:04cavernous, part chop shop, part heavily
17:07armed dive bar. A massive oak bar
17:10dominated one wall, lined with bottles
17:13of topshelf whiskey. Heavy leather
17:15couches sat on stained concrete floors,
17:18and a massive pool table sat under a
17:21hanging smoky light fixture. Dozens of
17:24men in leather cuts stared at Wyatt with
17:27hard, suspicious eyes as he was guided
17:29into a brightly lit back room. The back
17:32room was a makeshift infirmary.
17:35Stainless steel tables, cabinets full of
17:38medical supplies, and the harsh glare of
17:41surgical lights stood in stark contrast
17:44to the gritty exterior of the club. Put
17:47him on the table, barked a thin, wiry
17:50man with a graying ponytail and a faded
17:52military tattoo on his forearm. He wore
17:55a blood stained canvas apron over his
17:58clothes. The club called him Stitch, a
18:01former army field medic who had lost his
18:04license decades ago, but remained the
18:07angel's most vital asset. Wyatt hissed
18:10in pain. and a stitch unceremoniously
18:12cut the ruined shirt away from his
18:15shoulder with medical shears. "You're
18:17lucky, kid," Stitch muttered, swabbing
18:20the deep, raw groove with a heavy dose
18:22of iodine. Wyatt bit back a scream, his
18:25vision whitel lining. "It's a clean
18:28graze." Tore the muscle, but missed the
18:31bone in the artery. Going to sting like
18:34hell, though. Declan stepped into the
18:36medical bay, his massive frame filling
18:39the doorway. He crossed his arms, his
18:42cold blue eyes locking onto Wyatt.
18:44"Patch him up, Stitch," Declan ordered
18:47before pulling a heavy steel chair to
18:50the edge of the examination table. He
18:52sat down backwards, resting his chin on
18:54his crossed arms. "All right, college
18:57boy, let's talk about Carson's grill."
19:00"Dad, leave him alone. He's in shock,"
19:03Khloe protested from the corner of the
19:05room. Quiet, Chloe," Declan said, not
19:08raising his voice, but the absolute
19:11authority in his tone silenced her
19:13instantly. He looked back at Wyatt. The
19:16Santos brothers are a Mexican cartel
19:19faction trying to muscle into the
19:21Oakland port roots. They don't do
19:24sloppy. They don't do random drivebys.
19:27They are surgical. Wyatt swallowed hard,
19:31gripping the edge of the steel table as
19:33Ditch prepared a local anesthetic
19:35needle. "Okay, what does that have to do
19:38with me?" "Uh, it has to do with the
19:41fact that Chloe wasn't supposed to be at
19:43Carson's grill," Declan said, his voice
19:47dropping to a dangerous low rumble. "She
19:50changed her schedule. She ditched her
19:52security detail. She took an unarmored
19:55Uber to a diner on neutral territory to
19:57meet you." The only way the Santos
20:00hitmen knew she was going to be in that
20:02specific booth at that specific time is
20:05if someone told them. The implication
20:08hung in the air like a live grenade.
20:11"You think I set her up?" Wyatt asked
20:13incredul, temporarily overpowering his
20:16pain. "I jumped in front of a shotgun
20:18blast for her. If I was working with the
20:21cartel, why would I take a bullet?"
20:24That's the only reason you're currently
20:26breathing air," Declan admitted coldly.
20:29"But it doesn't change the facts." It
20:31was a setup. And if it wasn't you,
20:34Declan's eyes drifted toward the open
20:36doorway, staring out at the dozens of
20:39patched members drinking and talking in
20:42the main warehouse. "Then I have a rat
20:45inside my own house," Declan finished.
20:48Stitch began threading a curved surgical
20:50needle. "Hold still, kid. This is going
20:53to bite. As Stitch began to sew the
20:56wound closed, Wyatt squeezed his eyes
20:58shut, trying to block out the searing
21:01pain. To distract himself, he forced his
21:04brain to replay the chaotic events in
21:06the diner. He remembered the smell of
21:09the fried onions. He remembered Khloe's
21:12laugh. He remembered the explosive crash
21:15of the front door. He remembered the
21:17hitman with the scarred jaw racking the
21:20shotgun. Wait, Wyatt thought, his eyes
21:24snapping open. The shooter, Wyatt gasped
21:27out, his chest heaving as Stitch pulled
21:29a suture tight. The one with the
21:32shotgun. When he racked the pump,
21:35something fell out of his coat pocket.
21:38It bounced on the table and rolled off
21:40before he started firing. Declan leaned
21:43forward, his eyes narrowing. What fell
21:46out? I I I picked it up. Wyatt
21:49stammered. When we were hiding under the
21:52table, it rolled right next to my hand.
21:55I shoved it in my pocket without
21:57thinking. Declan stood up abruptly. He
22:00reached into the pockets of Wyatt's
22:02shredded, bloody jeans, which had been
22:04tossed onto a nearby chair. He dug his
22:08massive hand inside and pulled out a
22:10heavy, dull brass coin. The temperature
22:13in the room seemed to plummet. Dean
22:16stared at the object in his palm. It
22:18wasn't a standard coin. It was a heavy
22:21custom minted challenge coin. On one
22:25side was the club's winged death head
22:27logo. On the other was a stamped series
22:30of numbers and a Latin motto. Chloe
22:34gasped, covering her mouth. "Dad, is
22:37that it's a president's token?" Declan
22:40whispered, his voice trembling with a
22:42terrifying barely contained rage. given
22:45only to the top five officers in this
22:48charter. A mark of absolute brotherhood.
22:51Wyatt watched as the massive biker's
22:53knuckles turned white around the brass
22:55coin. The hitman dropped it, Wyatt said
22:59quietly. It must have been his payment
23:01or his proof of the deal. Declan slowly
23:05turned the coin over, looking at the
23:08stamped number on the back. It was a
23:10number four. Number four, Declan said
23:13softly. He looked up, his eyes entirely
23:16devoid of humanity. They were the eyes
23:18of a reaper. Garrett. The transition
23:21from a quiet medical room to a war zone
23:24happened in the blink of an eye. Declan
23:27didn't shout. He didn't run. He walked
23:30out of the infirmary with a heavy
23:32deliberate strides of an executioner.
23:35Wyatt, despite his agonizing shoulder,
23:37pushed himself off the medical table. He
23:40couldn't stay in the back room. An
23:42overwhelming morbid curiosity pulled him
23:45to the doorway. Khloe stood beside him,
23:48her face pale, watching her father.
23:51Garrett was the charter's road captain.
23:54He was a lean, muscular man with a
23:56shaved head and a long braided goatee,
23:59currently laughing and drinking a beer
24:01by the pool table. He had been a patched
24:04member for 15 years. He was family. The
24:07music in the warehouse abruptly cut off.
24:10One of the enforcers had unplugged the
24:12jukebox at a subtle hand signal from
24:15Declan. The sudden silence was
24:18deafening. 50 bikers turned their heads,
24:21sensing the shift in the atmosphere.
24:24Declan stopped 5 ft away from Garrett.
24:27He didn't raise his hands. He just
24:30opened his palm, revealing the blood
24:32smeared brass challenge coin. "You lose
24:35something, brother?" Declan asked, his
24:38voice echoing in the silent cavernous
24:40room. Garris laughter died in his
24:43throat, his eyes dropped to the coin,
24:46and for a fraction of a second, raw,
24:48unfiltered panic flashed across his
24:51face. He instinctively patted the left
24:53pocket of his leather cut a fatal,
24:55unconscious admission of guilt. I uh I
24:59don't know what you're talking about,
25:01boss. Minds at home, Garrett lied,
25:04taking a half step backward. The Santos
25:06hitter dropped it at the diner, Declan
25:09said, his voice rising, filling the room
25:11with terrifying authority. Right before
25:14he tried to blow my daughter's head off.
25:17You sold out my blood to the cartel,
25:19Garrett. For what? Root money? A
25:22percentage of the palt? It's a setup,
25:25Garrett shouted, panic fully taking
25:27over. He looked around wildly at the
25:30surrounding brothers, but they were
25:32already stepping back, forming a wide,
25:35inescapable circle around him. Hands
25:38rested casually on the grips of heavy
25:40pistols tucked into waistbands. The
25:43college kid planted it. He's the rat.
25:47The college kid took a bullet for her.
25:50Declan roared, the sound vibrating in
25:52Wyatt's chest from 30 ft away. You gave
25:56them the location. You stripped her
25:58security. Uh Garrett realized he was out
26:02of place. Desperation makes men foolish.
26:06He lunged for the 1911 pistol holstered
26:09at his hip. He never even cleared
26:11leather. Three deafening gunshots
26:14shattered the quiet of the warehouse.
26:17Wyatt fledged violently, throwing an arm
26:19over Chloe Instinct, taking over once
26:22again. When he opened his eyes, Garrett
26:25was on the concrete floor. Motionless,
26:28Declan stood over him, a smoking point45
26:31caliber pistol in his right hand. The
26:34room was perfectly still. No one panic.
26:37No one yelled. It was business. The
26:40ultimate betrayal had been met with the
26:42ultimate penalty. Declan holstered his
26:45weapon, his face and emotionless mask.
26:48He looked down at the body for a long
26:50moment, then turned to his sergeant at
26:53arms. Clean is up. sweep his house, find
26:56the cartel contact on his burner phones,
26:59and set a meeting. The Sento's brothers
27:02die tonight. Yes, boss, the sergeant
27:05replied quietly. Declan walked back
27:08toward the infirmary. The sea of
27:10leatherclad men parted for him
27:12instantly. He stopped in front of Wyatt,
27:15who was leaning heavily against the
27:17doorframe, his arms securely wrapped in
27:20white bandages. For a long minute, the
27:23president of the Hell's Angels just
27:25stared at the mechanical engineering
27:27student. The air was heavy with a smell
27:30of gunpowder and blood. "You have
27:32courage, Wyatt," Declan finally said,
27:35his voice returning to its normal grally
27:38register. "Stupid, reckless courage, but
27:41courage nonetheless. You kept my
27:44daughter breathing today, and you rooted
27:46out a cancer in my club that could have
27:48destroyed us all." Uh, Wyatt swallowed
27:52hard. I just I just wanted to go on a
27:55date, sir. A tiny, almost imperceptible
27:58smirk tugged at the corner of Declan's
28:01scarred mouth. He reached into his
28:04leather cut and pulled out a thick,
28:06tightly rubber banded stack of $100
28:09bills. It had to be at least $20,000.
28:13He shoved it into the pocket of Wyatt's
28:15uninjured sigh. Pay your tuition, Declan
28:19ordered. Get your truck fixed. And if
28:23anyone ever gives you trouble in this
28:25city, you tell them you have the
28:27Reaper's blessing. They'll back off.
28:29"Thank you, sir," Wyatt whispered, his
28:32legs feeling like jelly, Declan looked
28:35at Chloe, his stern expression softening
28:37into something resembling paternal
28:39relief. "Take him home, Khloe. Use the
28:43armored car. And take two men with you."
28:46Chloe nodded. She gently took Wyatt's
28:48good hand, lacing her fingers through
28:51his. Come on, let's get you out of here.
28:55The ride back to Wyatt's dorm was
28:57drastically different from the ride to
28:59the compound. The silence in the back of
29:02the SUV wasn't suffocating. It was
29:04exhausted, heavy with the weight of
29:07survival. The adrenaline had completely
29:10faded, leaving Wyatt feeling hollowed
29:12out and completely drained. When the
29:15armored vehicle finally pulled up to his
29:17dilapidated dormatory building, Wyatt
29:20slowly opened the heavy door. He stepped
29:23out into the cool, quiet Oakland night
29:26air. The street lights flickered. It
29:29felt like he had been gone for a
29:31lifetime, yet it had only been 4 hours
29:34since they sat down for coffee. "Watt!"
29:37Khloe called out softly. He turned back.
29:40She was leaning out of the heavy door of
29:42the SUV, her eyes searching his face.
29:45"For the record," she said, a small,
29:48genuine smile finally breaking through
29:50her guarded exterior. "I thought your
29:53jokes about the Ford pickup were
29:55actually pretty funny." Wyatt managed a
29:58weak, exhausted smile. "Does that mean I
30:01get a second date?" Khloe's smile
30:03widened. "Next time, let's just order
30:06takeout." As the black SUV pulled away
30:09into the night, heavily guarded by the
30:12roar of Vwin engines, Wyatt stood on the
30:16sidewalk. He touched the thick stack of
30:18cash in his pocket, felt the throbbing
30:21pain of the bullet graze on his shoulder
30:23and realized his ordinary life was gone
30:26forever. And as he watched the
30:28taillights disappear, he found he didn't
30:31mind at all. Did you expect that
30:33explosive twist? The criminal underworld
30:36is full of shadows, but sometimes the
30:39brightest courage comes from an ordinary
30:41college kid with everything to lose. If
30:44this heartpounding true life drama kept
30:47you on the edge of your seat, hit that
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