Page 21 of The Don's Forbidden Obsession

“Boss! Stay up there!” one of my capos roared.

I couldn’t stand there and watch. It was my responsibility to keep everyone safe. Not them to keep me safe.

I wasn’t going to back down.

I’d be damned if I let anyone mess with what was mine.

I was ready to face whatever shitstorm awaited.

Through the chaos, I took special notice of the familiar faces of my loyal crew — my family — as they locked and loaded and took on the bastards scattered inside my club.

From the looks of their faces, they were on board.

We weren’t going to let up.

I didn’t know who these people were, but I knew one thing: They were going to regret stepping foot into my club.

I would hunt them down.

Track them to the ends of the fucking earth if I had to.

No one was going to mess with my empire; my family’s empire.

As the shots kept ringing out, I channeled all my rage into shooting every one of them.

Except one.

That one, I would keep alive to find out who the hell was behind this.

I would deal with the consequences later.

I was not going to let fear cloud my judgment.

I trusted my instincts.

I knew I could navigate this clusterfuck, and I would be damned if these pricks didn’t pay for what they’d done.

Step by step, my men and I pushed forward, reclaiming every inch of the place. I wouldn’t stop until my club was back under my control.

This was my house.

My turf.

I’d be damned if this was one example I wasn’t going to make.

I’d be damned if the demons of this would plague me.

This was war.

10

ANNABELLE

To saythat I was pissed would be a gross understatement.

Being stuck dealing with a murder case when I could be saving our city from its inevitable fall into the sewers was enough to light me on fire.

But maybe Davis was right.