“It was business!” Martinez snapped.
“Well, this is business too. Get the f**k out of here, and never involve yourself with The Nomads again.” To punctuate his demand, Dickie roared. The sound echoed through the empty warehouse, and though it worked, one of the soldiers, in his fear, shot off a round of bullets.
“f**k!” Mars yelled as three of his men shifted at his back. He didn’t have to turn around to know he had bears behind him; he could sense the magic in the air.
As bikes slammed into the ground when bears ran and leapt toward the cartel, Mars held his breath, waiting to see if more rounds would be shot. But thankfully, the sight of more bears seemed to have caused one reaction: terror.
The nearly thirty strong posse ran back to their Hummers, rammed themselves inside and revers
