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Shea pushed her way through the crush of bodies and spotted Mackey straddling and punching Dragon, a member of the Sisterhood, in an attempt to steal her cut.
“Leave her the f**k alone, Mackey!” Shea rushed toward them, but One-Shot blocked her path.
“We warned you ’bout them outlaw patches,” he grumbled. “Now we’re taking your cuts.”
“Like hell you are.” She tried to shove him out of the way. He grabbed her hoodie with one hand and drove his sledgehammer fist into her face with the other.
Shea stumbled as everything went hazy and gray. A kick to her stomach knocked the wind out of her. She spit out blood and bile as she forced her mind to focus. Can’t let these fuckers win.
As she struggled to her feet, One-Shot grabbed her by the back of her collar. She elbowed him in the solar
