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JarekThe Iron Jackal in front of me swung hard enough that I felt the air move past my face when I ducked.I drove my fist into his ribs before he could recover, followed it with another shot to his jaw, then shoved him backward into the side of a rusted shipping container. Metal rattled behind him as he bounced off it and came at me again, either too pissed off or too stupid to realize he was already losing.Probably both.The freight yard had dissolved into complete fucking chaos around us. Gunfire still cracked from somewhere beyond the trailers, but most of the men near me had gotten too tangled together to risk shooting without hitting one of their own. Sons of Doom, Daggers, Saints, and Reapers had the Jackals boxed in from damn near every direction, but the bastards were fighting like men who knew retreat was getting harder by the second.I blocked another punch and buried my knee in the Jackal’s stomach.He folded forward.I grabbed the back of his cut and slammed his face i

  Sable By the time we made it back to the Devil’s Den, the place looked less like a strip club and more like a biker triage center with alcohol. Men from four different clubs spilled through the doors in various stages of filthy, bruised, bleeding, and obnoxiously proud of themselves. Anybody who needed an actual hospital had already been sent, while the rest were being patched up wherever someone could find an empty chair and enough room to work.  First-aid kits covered two tables near the back, and one of the Sons of Doom prospects was walking around with an armful of ice packs while telling everyone who complained that they were lucky he wasn’t

  Lola I was touching up my lipstick when movement on the little monitor in the corner of the dressing room caught my attention. The Devil’s Den was packed, but that wasn’t surprising. Between the Sons of Doom, Black Daggers, Iron Saints, and Steel Reapers, there were enough bikers downstairs to keep every bartender and dancer busy for the rest of the night. Half of them looked like they had recently lost arguments with fists, bullets, or both, but apparently surviving a war gave men a hell of an appetite for alcohol and naked women. Then I spotted Sable.  “Well, there