Domenico’s blood trembled to the tune of the engines, and he pushed Seth down, covering his head as he did so. There weren’t many items that could provide them with protection, so he knocked over the table, uncaring about the sound of breaking glass as he pushed Seth behind the makeshift barrier.

“Switch off the lights!” he yelled, pulling the safety off his Beretta. Just the weight of it in his hand made him feel much more confident. Why were the bikers here already? Did the scout inform them exactly which way he was going before the showdown in the gully? His and Seth’s walk couldn’t have taken more than twenty minutes, so the bikers must have been on the way here already, without waiting for intel. Clearly, the fuckers didn’t work with as much caution as the organizations Dom was used to, and while he considered that crazy, surprising the enemy had its merits.