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“We found them,” said Sly walking toward the seniors. “Right now, they’re at a campground outside of Abilene, Texas. About a hundred guys all on bikes with tents.”

“A hundred men,” nodded Nine. “We could just take them out.”

“We could,” said Gaspar. “That could bring a lot of eyes our way. They’re doing what they were ordered. Besides, wouldn’t it be more fun to fuck with them?”

“I’m listening.”

“This doesn’t feel smart,” said one of the men whispering to another. “I know he loved that kid, but he was a fucking loose cannon and shouldn’t have touched a damn nun.”

“I agree but what do we do? The others have all left. This is the life I’ve come to know. If I walk away from this club I become a nomad or I join another club that’s going to make me start all over again. I’m too old for this shit.”

“Yeah, but you heard the rumors. These guys shouldn’t be fucked around with. I’m just not keen on this idea.”

“What do we do?” asked a third man.

“I don’t know. That’s the problem. I don’t know what we do.”

The massive bonfire was the center of their camping area. It was against campground regulations, considering the dry brush in the area, but they didn’t pay much attention to rules and the campground was smart enough to not test them.

As usual, they drank too much, ate too much, and wanted women. Unfortunately, they never traveled with their women. That is, if they had a steady woman.

There were always clubhouse bitches that were there to cook, clean, and satisfy their urges. But a few of the men had old ladies. Some married. Some not.

Hearing a disturbance a few rows over, the men stood to see what was going on. They could hear yelling and screaming and wanted to see what was happening. If it was a fight, they could damn sure expel some energy and if there was a woman involved, all the better. They’d have a little fun.

With their backs turned, the team moved in.

With Flip by her side, Nat raised her hands, sparks and flames rising from her fingertips. Focusing on the tents, she set each on fire, then focused on the bikes.

Flip concentrated on the heavy machines and with a flick of his wrist, turned each of them over, while Nat set the tanks on fire, watching hundreds of thousands of dollars’ worth of motorcycles go up in flames.

Above them, Hawke circled to keep an eye on the winds and fire, while Nash stood near the small pond, ready to douse the flames should they get out of control.

“What’s that smell?” said one of the bikers, looking around. As he turned from the distraction of the young couple fighting, he saw the impossible. “Fire!”

A hundred men ran back toward their camping spot, horrified at the speed at which the flames had destroyed their things.

It was too late. The tents were already dust, while the bikes were melting from the incredible heat.

“It’s not possible! This isn’t possible. Do you know how hot those flames had to be? We just turned for a minute!”

“I know, I know,” said another man. “What the fuck do we do now? We got no way of moving on or going back.”

Valentina slowly walked toward the men who all stopped to stare at the stunningly beautiful woman. Her long hair blew back from her face, her violet eyes nearly glowing in the firelight. She smiled at them.

“Bitch, any other day and I would eat you alive,” smirked the man. “Not today.”

“Your hate is too much,” she whispered. Mesmerized by the sound of her voice, the others turned to stare at her, tilting their heads as if hypnotized. “There is no place for hate here. Only love.”

She continued to repeat the words as Ian, Ghost, Nine, and Gaspar watched from the SUV. They were ready to jump to her rescue if needed, but it seemed their new friends were more than capable of handling things.

Valentina’s skills were unusual in that she had to be close enough to change someone’s desire for hate or love. She was never allowed to get close enough to the agency people but here, she was near enough, and the hate was heavy enough, that she had no problem tuning into it.

“Love wins,” whispered one of the men. The others nodded at him.

“Love wins.”

“I’ll be damned,” muttered Ian. “We’ve destroyed their tents, their bikes, and their desire for hate. This is fucking scary.”

“It’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever witnessed,” said Gaspar. “I thought we’d seen it all back home. These guys are something else.”

“Fire department is about two miles out,” said Hawke.

“Thanks, brother. Let the bird go, or whatever it is you do. We’ve got this handled.” They could hear Hawke’s laughter in their heads, then watched as he appeared walking across the field.

“I don’t have to let him go. He’s free already. I just ask him for a little help and he gives it to me.”

“Whatever,” smirked Ian. “Pretty cool fucking gift if you ask me.”

“It gets easier as I get older,” he smiled. “We good here?”

“Yep. All good. Time to leave children. Mama will want us home for dinner,” said Gaspar.