Is he so arrogant he thinks I won’t kill Garcia where he stands? Yeah, he knew who the vamp was—he’d shared a beer or two back in the days before Joe joined the fanged brotherhood. Before he’d become “the enemy”. But he could dust the bastard later. Instead, he narrowed his gaze at Max. What was Max thinking, entering were territory when he’d aligned himself with the other camp? He’d fucked a vamp female and not by accident. He decided to cut him where it hurt. “Put the vamp in the pit,” he growled, looking over Max’s shoulder to his deputies. “Back off!” Max glared behind him, halting the deputies, and then shared a charged glance with his buddy. That little look riled Alec even more. Max had chosen an enemy over family. “You aren’t in charge here,” he said, his voice low and lethal. “And you’ve been in charge about two seconds.” Max’s eyebrows lowered, and his shoulders bunched. “But this isn’t about us. This isn’t about The Wars either. It’s bigger, little brother.
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