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"Hey, I'm Gearhead. You don't need to know my real name", They shook hands before he shook Johnny's next. "I'm with the club."

Damien nodded to his chest. "I can see that." Then he looked at me. "Not to sound rude or anything, but I felt like we had this under control."

I tried to speak but Alexander quickly cut me off. "When I get my hands on that Milo prick, I want a brother at my side, not one of you."

Damien glared at Alexander. "I thought we had an agreement that I was going to help you take that fucker out?"

Gearhead laughed. "Hey, you can still help." He patted Damien on the shoulder, getting a glare in return.

I groaned, smacking my hand on the counter. I was sick of all the male testosterone-butting heads in my house. They all jumped and stared at me.

"We're done with this conversation. Damien, when it happens, we'll see where you're at. But we won't stop from killing him so you can get in your fancy car and drive over to wherever we're at." I turned to Alexander and Gearhead