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said.
    “ Hey,
Finn, ” someone else said. “ That ’ s him . Put your gun down. ”
    “ Fuck
that, ” Finn growled. “ Nobody comes into my clubhouse
and pulls a gun on me. ”
    He walked toward me. I walked
toward him. We were in a stare down.
    “ Your
clubhouse? ” I asked. “ If it was your clubhouse, I
wouldn ’ t be here. ”
    “ You
ain ’ t wearing that patch
yet, are you? ”
    “ Good
as mine, Finn. Put your gun down. ”
    “ Don ’ t say my name like you know me. ”
    “ Tell
me what ’ s happening here, ” I said. “ Now. ”
    “ Fuck
you. ”
    I put my gun to the floor and
pulled the trigger. Finn jumped back, eyes wide.
    “ What
the fuck …”
    I tucked my gun away and went for
Finn. I grabbed him by his shirt and spun him around. I threw him toward the
bar, sending him crashing into the barstools.
    That ’ s
when the giant let the other guy go and came at me. He was lumbering with
footsteps that sounded and felt like boulders crashing to the floor. His
massive hands outreached, like a goddamn monster seeking death.
    I caught sight of his patch - Ax .
    Small name for the largest man to
ever attack me.
    “ Ax! ” someone shouted. “ You can ’ t do this! ”
    I threw a punch to his gut and my
fist ricocheted back. The pain that went through my wrist and arm told me I had
shattered bones. Ax had the hardest stomach I ever punched. He was made of
steel.
    His left hand clamped on my
shoulder and it felt like getting bitten by an animal. I had to act fast or
this lumbering asshole was going to kill me.
    I made a fist again, wincing in
pain, and punched forward and up. I hit Ax in the throat, right at the Adam ’ s apple. It startled him enough
that he let me go. Now, I should have ran, right? Gotten the fuck out of the
way and explained things. But I had a message to send now.
    I punched Ax again and again at his
throat. I then gripped his windpipe like a vise. I twisted and pushed, swinging
my right foot. I hit Ax ’ s
leg and I had him off balance enough that he went down. The sound of him
crashing to the floor could have been measured on the fucking richter scale.
    The second he hit the ground, the
entire bar went silent.
    I pulled out my gun and put it
between his eyes.
    The man on the pool table was
sitting up now. He looked beaten to fucking death. I don ’ t know how the hell he was sitting up. His throat
pulsed as blood leaked out from the cut.
    “ Don ’ t fucking move, ” I yelled at Ax. Then I looked
around. “ That goes for
everyone. Nobody fucking move. ”
    I looked back and saw Finn sitting
on the floor, arms resting on tipped over barstools.
    “ Now, ” I yelled, “ I ’ m
going to ask again … what
the fuck is this? ”
    “ They … attack …” the man on the pool table tried to say.
    I pointed the gun at him. “ I don ’ t want to hear you talk. You don ’ t have a cut on. ”
    I put my gun away and offered a
hand to Ax. He took my hand, and wrist, and half my fucking arm.
    I pulled and helped him up to his
feet. He towered over me, staring down.
    “ Sorry
for that, ” he bellowed in a
slow, deep voice.
    “ Don ’ t sweat it, ” I said. I turned and went to
Finn. I offered my hand. “ Stand
up, Finn. ”
    “ Fuck
off, ” Finn spat.
    He didn ’ t take my hand. He instead kicked up to his feet
and tried to save face.
    We stood there in complete silence.
    “ There ’ s something going on around
here, ” Finn said. “ I ’ d
rather talk in private. ”
    “ You
have a guy beaten almost to death on a pool table. You were going to slit his
throat when I walked in. It ’ s
looks pretty fucking wild in here. Who gave you authority to make that kind of
call, Finn? ”
    Finn bumped his chest to mine. We
were eye level. “ I did. ”
    His black hair and black eyes were
intimidating. There were scars in this man ’ s
soul that ran deep and were terrifying.
    “ Then
let ’ s talk for a second, ” I said.
    I walked along the bar, all eyes on
me. I