Claimed by the Mafia Biker
he rasped, blood staining his lips.
“Shut him up,” Viper snapped, flicking his fingers at one of his men.
I pulled Cruz closer, glaring through my tears. “Touch him and I swear—”
“You’ll what?” Viper taunted, a cruel smile tugging his mouth. “You’ve got no gun, no power, and no choice except me.”
The truck swerved again as more bullets slammed into the side. One of Viper’s men yelled, “Boss, Blade’s on our tail—he’s not backing off!”