"Nobody touches the Bennetts," Sully commanded, his voice echoing off the brick walls. "Show them why."
The circle of heavy leather and denim closed in entirely, completely swallowing the Evans brothers. What happened next was not a chaotic brawl, but a systematic, terrifying delivery of street justice. There was no shouting from the bikers, no wild flailing, only the grim, methodical sound of heavy boots, and calloused fists meeting flesh and bone. Troy, who had struck Clara, took the brunt of the club's fury. Grip Henderson, a heavily tattooed biker with knuckles the size of walnuts...