Onyx's POV
“s**t,” I cursed, pain slithered through me, shooting down my spine.
I gnashed my teeth hard, the cigar doing little to numb the pain. “Are we done?” I questioned when the prospects got into the truck.
“All loaded and done.” Scarface replied.
He took a look at Torch. “You did great with that lead. The brothers would be so excited. This is going to blast right in the Red Bull's face.”
“Well…” Raze grunted, adjusting his gear. “It’s going to be way more than a turf war if the local authorities catch wind of this.”
“They won't.” I replied. “We pay the sheriff well enough to have him cover our tracks, and besides, they had it coming for them.”
My eyes fell on the dead bodies lying close to their trucks. “It's a little to pay for what they did to us. Three to twenty does
