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the knife’s blade in Ty’s hand. “No. It doesn’t have to come to this. Put the fucking knife away.” Ty didn’t even look my way. He took a step forward, like I wasn’t even between him and my boyfriend. I was sweating, and my heart was at full speed.  

    “Bring it, motherfucker.” Romero sounded like a mental patient.

    Ty took another step, and I had no choice but to step to the side. The two men were going to settle things the way that only they knew how: violence. It was the world I had grown to love, but I had rarely seen.

    I never went with the Devil’s Branch on raids. I rarely saw the fights; just the aftermath. I’d learned first aid from watching my mother clean the men up when they’d came back to the Devil’s Branch headquarters. I’d practiced my skills when I was old enough to keep a needle steady in my hands. Seeing the violence in front of me was something completely different.
     
    I screamed for them to stop one last time, but neither Ty nor Romero took notice. In their world, everything but the other man had faded away. In the headlight of Ty's ride, the two bikers squared off.

    Ty swung at Romero, and my boyfriend barely slid back in time to avoid the blade. I covered my face first, unable to watch any longer, and then I turned away. There was nothing I could do to stop them, and I knew that things would only end with one of the men going down. I couldn't comprehend something happening to either of them. Ty was like my second older brother.

    And Romero. In a few short months, he and I had grown so close. Before Ty arrived, I was about to have sex for the first time. I pictured myself with Romero forever, and I didn't want to see him hurt…or worse. Pain and anguish filled me up, and tears fell from my closed eyes.

    Grunts and heavy breaths echoed into the night. I clamped my hands hard over my ears and slid down against the gate to one of the batting cages. As the men fought, the place that was special to Romero and I was turning into a nightmare. I never wanted to come back again.

    A nearby crash forced me to open my eyes. When I turned around, the two men tumbled over Ty's motorcycle. The headlight shot upwards as the wheel tilted, flashing me in the eyes and blinding me for a split second. I brought a hand up to block the light. The two men struggled. One of them muffled a cry. Then the movement stopped.

    My feet were frozen. My heart somehow found the power to beat even harder. I stared at the two men, both looking so limp. I stared, thinking that somehow they were both taken from me. My heart broke, feeling like it pounded out its last beat. My were eyes blurry from the tears pouring from me as I wailed.

    “Oh god, oh god, no!” The words came from somewhere deep inside of me. My mind still couldn’t pick a side. It didn’t matter who was hurt, something very bad had happened.

    I was finally able to break the ice on my body. I ran toward the twisted remains of motorcycle and men. One of them grunted. As I leaned down, I could see Romero’s head shifting side to side. He pushed himself up with a slow movement. A guttural noise came from his lips when he righted himself. I put an arm around his swaying body.

    “Oh god, I thought I’d lost you.” I could barely get the words out.

    He wiped a hand across his forehead. Romero’s smile was tinged with pain. “Can’t get rid of me that easily. Help me roll him over. I have a bad feeling.”

    I bent down and helped Romero pull the heavy motorcycle from on top of Ty. He didn’t react or move at all, and once the bike was up in the air, I saw that the knife was sunk deep into Ty’s side, just below the shoulder.

    I covered my mouth with my hands. In that moment, I wanted to scream, but nothing came out, not even a breath. I don’t remember falling, but when I woke up, the first things I felt was the gravel beneath me and Romero’s arms around me. The physical pain was nothing compared to the agony inside my