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what's most important to you?

Power.

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who's better in bed, dianna or rachelle?

I mean, if we’re talking who’s the best of the best in bed, I’ve gotta nominate myself.

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Watching the live surveillance of the front of the hospital on his phone, River leaned against the doorway of the nurse's break room. Sipping on a particularly bad cup of Styrofoam coffee, he turned a little and poured some of his flask's contents into his awful black beverage. 

The appearance of the eldest King's truck was far too obvious and River let out an anxious breath, waiting for him to storm the room. They had drilled it into his head that the King brothers were impulsive and reckless when it came to their girls, he wasn't sure if he was going to be greeted with a shot to the head or the gut. Sure enough, the man busted through the doors and past the security and nurses at the desk. One dared to get up and chase him down the hallway, River glanced up as they continued in his direction.

Stepping out from his position, he looked the nurse up and down for a moment. "Get out of here." Grabbing her arm, he shoved her a little back the way she came from. "He's not kidding." Raising his cup to his lips again, River took a sip and examined the ever so all mighty and praised Zachary King. "I get you dig your girl's personality or whatever, but a lot of Cash's guys didn't. Just saying." Raising his hands in the air defensively, he held onto the cup, careful not to spill it's contents on himself. "Don't shoot the messenger." Turning he lazily wandered over to the elevator and pushed the up button, leaning against the wall. "She's on the third floor. Recovery room for trauma and emergency surgery. Only one in there." Hearing the buzz of the elevator making it's way to them, he crossed his arms over his chest. "Last I heard they were giving her a blood transfusion, Cash took his anger out on her after word spread you guys torched the strip club. Plus, he didn't exactly tell his guys to keep their hands off of her." The doors of the elevator opened with a loud whoosh and he gave the man one last glance before returning his attention to his drink, whirling the liquid around. "She should be fine, dude. Just a lot of bumps and bruises."

Zach had been sitting at his dining room table, head hung low over his paperwork. His phone was right next to it, the light from the laptop screen being the only thing illuminating him and the room. There were multiple windows open, one of which was following the tracker he’d had put on Cash’s car. Right now, he was sulking, his brow creased in frustration as he rubbed small circled with his index and middle fingers on his temples. It was completely quiet save the buzzing sound of the fan on his laptop, until the sound of Dropkick Murphy’s came from his phone, shaking him out of his own head. He didn’t even bother looking to see who was calling when he answered with an aggravated “What?”

Cash. It was fucking Cash. He didn’t really listen to the pointless banter over the strip club they’d acquired, or whatever other pointless updates he was spewing. Then he finally said something worth listening too: You have fifteen minutes to get to the hospital and find your girl or I’m blowing up the building. We clear? All the while Zach was attaching pistols and knives to his waist, the phone held between his shoulder and ear, before he hung up on the man, grabbing a rifle and shotgun to sling over his back. He didn’t need to respond to Cash. Not now at least. All the “talking” he wanted to do with the man didn’t involve using his voice. It was gonna be all bullets and fists and blades. Zach King would unleash hell upon all of them for not just harming his family, but his woman as well.

Adam was the one with all the fast cars. Zach’s truck could haul ass, that was for sure, and the same went for his classic Mustang, but they still couldn’t hold a candle to what Adam had. Today? He was going with the truck. It was newer, could go off road if need be, and he knew a back way where he’d likely run into little to no traffic. He got in, the key already partially in the ignition as he sat down, almost immediately hitting the gas to peel out of his parking spot before shutting the driver’s door and ignoring a seat belt altogether. He reached forward to punch a number into the dash to speed-dial Adam. Voicemail. “I got a call from Cash. I don’t know if you heard anything but we gotta get to the hospital like right the fuck now. I hope I see you there, man. I came stacked so I got backup weaponry if you need it. We’re getting our girls back.” The call ended just as he tore past another car, partially driving on to the sidewalk to make his turn. The truck picked up speed down the narrow road, hitting 110 as he merged from lane to lane to avoid other vehicles. He had eleven minutes to get there. At the rate he was going, he’d make it there in eight.

He did in nine. Some fucker pulled out in front of him and almost ruined everything with a fucking wreck. But Zach wasn’t about to miss this deadline - not when Tanzie’s life depended on it. He screeched to a stop in front of the hospital, not caring one single bit about the possible ticket and/or towing, and rushed through the automatic doors, not even bothering with the lady at the front desk. “Sir? Sir?" She called after him as he stormed past, yanking his phone from his pocket to see if Cash called, and if not, Zach was about to. He didn’t even look at the woman at the desk when he spoke, only tilting his head slightly in her direction so she could hear him, "Stay behind that desk. I’m not the bad guy, but they’re around and I don’t think they give a damn about killing off a secretary." The woman gasped in response, a look of confusion and shock on her features as she lowered herself into her seat and reached for the phone. "And please don’t call security or the cops and make this difficult on me, alright? I’m askin’ nicely. Lives are on the line here. I know. It’s like some stupid movie scene.” He paused, actually turning to look at her, “Just be smart, alright? Then you can go home and forget about the maniac who walked in armed to the teeth.”

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Sitting quietly, flipping through the pages of a worn out magazine, River cleared his throat and took a drink from the flask he had in his jacket pocket. Feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket, the young man stretched back in the uncomfortable, waiting room seat, and fished his phone out. "Yes?" He said quietly, ignoring the way the little girl next to him was staring at him. "The other King should be arriving at any moment." Tossing the magazine onto the table in front of him, River sighed. "It's about fucking time, man. I don't get paid enough for this shit." Not even bothering to hear whoever was on the other line's reply, he hung up and shoved the phone back into his pocket. 

Almost as if it was clock work, the sliding doors opened and Adam King ran in, waving around in front of the camera. River smiled to himself, imagining Cash's expression at seeing the brother arrive on time. He approached the nurse behind the desk and River cleared his throat. "Congratulations, you can drive a car." Pulling a gun from beneath his jacket, he took the safety off and aimed it towards the ceiling, pulling the trigger. "This is a warning for all of you to get the fuck out of here. The next one will go in someone's head." Remaining calm and still not getting up from his seat, River watched all the strangers in the emergency room get up and run out, some screaming. "There that's better, it was beginning to feel a little crowded."

"Your brother's already here, it's about time, I thought they'd kill his girlfriend by tonight. She wouldn't stop talking about how you two were 'coming to save them'." Yawning, he stretched his arms over his head a little. "Your girl is the pregnant one, huh? She's on the fourth floor, room 424. Cash gave her a nice shiner as a goodbye present. I'm not here to stop you, but if you don't stop walking around wasting time trying to be smooth, I'm sure they'll just take her."

Adam had just laid Stormie down in bed, shutting the door quietly in his apartment when his phone began to vibrate on the counter. It was an unidentified number, which wasn’t out of the norm for him to receive. “Hello?” He answered, holding his breath before Cash identified himself on the other end of the line. He didn’t say anything, remaining silent as he grabbed his jacket and went back in Stormie’s room. He lifted her up gently, hoping that she stayed asleep as he walked out of the apartment and listened to Cash speak. Adam knocked on the door across the hall from his apartment, leaving Stormie with the Mexican woman that he occasionally spoke to. Adam handed her a couple of hundred dollar bills and immediately made his way down the stairs. “I’ll be at the hospital. And then once I get ‘em out, I’m kicking your ass.” Adam didn’t leave Cash the time to respond before hitting the ‘end’ button on his phone. He sprinted downstairs towards his Lamborghini Aventador. Hanna had told him that buying a car worth so much money would come back to bite him in the ass. He laughed a little, shaking his head as he remembered the thought.

There were several hospitals in Los Angeles, and the closest one was about thirty minutes away - he’d need to make it there in half the time. As Adam pulled out of the parking garage, he smirked. “Oh, Jesus, thank you so much for all wheel drive.”

The ride there was exhilarating. Adrenaline was pumping through his body, and, as he weaved in and out of the traffic, Adam had never felt something so exciting and powerful before in his life. Getting on the highway only meant more freedom. The car sped up, but realistically, there was no way that he could go faster than 150 without wrecking, considering the traffic. Adam gradually let off the gas pedal as he neared the hospital’s exit, almost missing it. Adam parked (and very poorly at that) at the emergency room entrance. He sprinted inside, hands lifted and waving frantically as he stood in front of the camera. “I’m here! I’m fucking here!” To those in the waiting room, he must’ve looked crazy, but he didn’t care. Adam looked down at his watch.

It had been fifteen minutes. They were safe.

"I’m here to see my wi- fiance. Hanna Whitely. Prettiest woman in the world, very pregnant, kind of scary. And - and also, Tanzie Reed.” He told the nurse, who looked up at him in disbelief. “And, yes. Yes, I am the Adam King.”

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Dialing a number on his phone as he walked into his bedroom, Cash let out a sigh of disappointment as he was met with a greeting on the other line. "You know, I get wanting to get your girl back, but tracking my car? That's just low." Not even bothering to explain who it was, because who else would it be, he cleared his throat. "I'm very, very disappointed in you, King. I thought we could've done this in an easier way. I get the whole eye for an eye thing, but a strip club? Really? Those poor girls are gonna have to go work on the streets now and it's your fault." Pulling off his shirt, Cash began to dig around his closet for a clean pair of pants as he continued. "I'm at home changing out of these blood stained clothes. Have I mentioned what a fighter your girl is?" Smirking, he began to balance the phone against his shoulder so he could use both hands to tighten his belt. "You have fifteen minutes to get to the hospital and find your girl or I'm blowing up the building. We clear?"

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It's probably not wise to throw around threats when I still have your woman, dude.

I've got some sick fucks working for me, a number of them joined because they all hold a hatred for you and your brothers. I wouldn't put it past some of them that they won't hurt a pregnant woman. Especially one carrying your bloodline.

Anyone looking to make some extra cash?

And what I got out of this is that you’re a pussy that can’t pick his fight with the right people. I’m right fuckin’ here anytime you wanna go, brother. 

Nah. We’re here to stay and get rid of your bitch ass, remember? We’ll get our women back and, in the process, your drug sales will probably go down. Can’t sell the shit if you can’t find it, dude. 

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Let me guess, you want to save the girls and bring them home.

Happily ever after.

Sorry, it doesn't work that way.

Anyone looking to make some extra cash?

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Really? 'Cause I think if I got anything out of this, it's that you and your brother can be brought to your knees quicker than I thought.

If you want them back, fine. You can have them back. After you all pack up your shit and get the fuck out of California. This weakness of "love" and a big happy family is your downfall, none of you are fit to run the Inferno or Los Angeles.

Anyone looking to make some extra cash?

If you don’t give them back, I will burn down every single fucking warehouse that you own. My fiance is pregnant. Very pregnant. With twins. And Tanzie’s of absolutely no fuckin’ use to you. Wanna know what happened to the last guy who was a threat to my fiance? I shot him in the fucking face without even blinking.

You know, Cash, you really fucked up in taking them ‘cause the only thing you’re getting out of it is two real pissed off brothers. 

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Hitting me isn't going to solve your problem. 

Your weakness is your precious little family and it took one night to make it fall apart. You aren't made to run this gang, Zach.

Just give up.

Anyone looking to make some extra cash?

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And what fun would it be to simply hand them over?

It doesn't work that way.

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You stupid sack of shit. Give them back. Now. Before I break my foot off in your ass.

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You need to keep your bitch on a tighter leash.

Ready to leave LA, yet? I might send her back to you. In pieces.

Anyone looking to make some extra cash?

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And who are you supposed to be?

Anyone looking to make some extra cash?

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I'll fix this. Okay? Just stay away from her for now.

Scarlett’s the one with the anger issues, right? At least…the more severe anger issues? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure it was her.

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Fucking-

I'll relay the message to your girl, King.

Anyone looking to make some extra cash?

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Which one? I need a name.

One of the Cohen bitches…

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A black eye? Who the fuck gave you a black eye?

So…how does one get rid of a black eye?