Edge POV
I watched the brothers march the two Diablo Tres men toward the shed.
“Chain. Train.”
Both stepped forward.
“Let's go.”
Neither needed telling twice.
The shed sat behind the clubhouse, away from the main building and the family area.
Old.
Windowless.
Private.
By the time we reached it, the brothers had gathered outside.
Not cheering.
Not looking for entertainment.
This wasn't that.
Two men had crossed a line with daughters of this club.
We were handling it.
The door opened.
The Diablo Tres men were shoved inside.
Chain and Train followed.
I came in behind them.
I looked at Chain.
“Yours first.”
Chain moved.
His fist landed across the man's jaw.
The fucker stumbled sideways.
Chain grabbed his shirt and drove another punch into his stomach.
The man folded.
