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“Fuck off.”

A few moments later, I hear, “Not you too, bro?”

Goddamn Harlem.

I turn to my left and see him, Nevada, Jett, and fuckin’ Rock standing there.

“What the fuck?” I bark, annoyed.

“Came to check out the action,” Nevada says with a grin. “Oh, and Harlem wanted to check on his woman because he’s pussy-whipped.”

“Fuck you,” Harlem says, putting him into a headlock he can’t get out of.

“Speakin’ of which, what areyoudoin’ here?” Jett asks accusingly.

“Nothin’. Just checkin’ shit out for the merger.”

“Didn’t realize we could get intel at achicks onlystrip club at this time of night,” Nevada goes on. He seriously never knows when to quit, which is why he’s the one who’s always getting threatened. “Must be in the wrong job.”

Nobody says Luna’s name, because they know if they do, I’ll fuckin’ kill them. I don’t joke around where she’s concerned.

“While we’re all here,” Harlem goes on, giving the bartender a nod. “’Bout time we had a catchup about what the fuck is goin’ on with the Devils Ink and where the fuck they’re hidin’. Sick of sittin’ around waitin’ for them to make their next move.”

“Save that shit for church,” I mutter, though technically I agree with him.

“Shit can’t be good,” Manny says, ignoring me. He takes a seat on the stool next to me. “Girls are still pretty shaken up about it.”

There is no point telling him it’s club business, because he knows more about the club’s dealings before we do. That’s what comes with being our cook and the eyes and ears of the clubhouse. The trouble with him hearing too much is that he’s tight with all the girls. Luna included. They all love him.

“Kid got kidnapped,” I growl. “Course they’re gonna be shaken up. It’s not safe until every last one of ’em is buried and in the ground.”

“How’s Indigo doin’?” Rock gives Harlem a chin lift.

He shrugs. “She’s okay. I mean, things have changed. She doesn’t do shit without triple checkin’. Always lookin’ over her shoulder and shit like that. Never had to do that before, and it kills me that she feels unsafe. On the rare occasion I’m not there, got prospects on the lookout. Now that Brew and Haze are back, they can help out.”

Brew and Haze are two scary motherfuckers who come and go from the club from time to time, but they always come back. Kinda like nomads. They have a family business in the busy hubof downtown and run a bar and grill, but they’ve also been doing shifts at The Vault.

Usually, their older brother, Hustle, is running the bar, but they have a shitload of cousins and family. Hustle got his name because he’s a card shark and a fuckin’ good poker player. He’s never been part of the MC, but he’d make a good brother.

“Can’t be easy bein’ Maddog’s daughter,” Nevada says, sobering. “Shit’s gotta stick.”

Maddog was Indigo’s pop who used to run a notorious club before our time called the Blazing Fury MC. Lot of shit went down with that club, including Maddog getting murdered when she was only fifteen.

“Some shit never does leave,” I say. “Should be thankful you got decent parents, pretty boy. We could all learn somethin’ from the cards that were dealt to Indigo and Jonah. Lookin’ over your shoulder your whole life is no way to live.”

I don’t stick up for people much, but their story is fucked up and I don’t like when kids are involved in fucked-up shit, like Indigo’s kid Cami being kidnapped. I still have goddamn nightmares about finding that backpack and not knowing if she was dead or alive.

You mess with kids, I’ve got a problem with it.

We as a club set up BADVA a few years back. It stands for Bikers Against Domestic Violence for women and children. It’s a project very close to Jett’s and Cash’s hearts. I don’t know much about Jett and Rock’s upbringing, but from the rumors I’ve heard, it ain’t good.

Summer is the same. She hasn’t come outright and told me, but I know from her club back in Arizona that she and her older brother, Gunner, had an abusive upbringing, and that just boils my blood.

I’ve never wanted my own children. Not now, anyway. Maybe when I was younger. But when I see all the fucked-up shit onthe news, I don’t know why you’d want to bring a child into this world. All I would do is worry about their safety.

Women and children are a target. Within an MC, even a legit one like our club, they are a weakness and can be used against you. I would never put someone in that position.

I’m no fuckin’ saint, but I’ve got principals.

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