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So on this Friday night, getting toward two in the morning, Deuce did what Deuce did.
He started on the outskirts of the block, walking the back boundary of the property. The gate was secure, but he always watched for holes cut in the chain link fence. Because if he were going to break in, he wouldn’t fuck around with a lock and a chain.
He’d just cut his way through.
Or blow the whole thing up.
Always a possibility.
Once his sweep of the back fence was complete, he walked toward the front of the block, through the parking lot.
Four-wheel drives, Harleys, and the odd Jeep marked the brothers’ rides.
Then there were the hatch backs and SUVs of the club groupies. Some older than others. Some looking like strapped down payments, and others looking like daddy’s trust fund.
Deuce walked across the front of the clubhouse and then down the last side of the lot. The side where the parties happened, barbecues, dance offs, and hatchet throwing contests fair game any season of the year.
Not much action this time of night. Most of the brothers had either gone out on whatever club detail they were assigned or had already turned in with whatever groupie they’d picked up.
At the crunch of boots on gravel, Deuce turned.
“All clear?” Gate asked. He’d learned long ago that Deuce’s paranoia was safety for the club, and Deuce was gonna do what Deuce was gonna do, so Gate had stopped giving him shit about it and started appreciating it.
“It’s clear,” Deuce answered.
Deuce propped ass on a picnic table and looked out into the streetlight view of the neighborhood.
Gate propped beside him, “Stash and Rooster are getting close.”
“How do you know? I haven’t heard shit out of them.”
“They’re holed up with doors locked and security cameras flashing. You know how they get when they’re onto something.”
“Cagey bastards,” Deuce agreed.
“Shit’s gonna hit the fan when they find it.”
“Then it’s a good thing you’ve got a judge in your pocket,” Deuce grinned.
“You gonna be ready?” Gate asked.
Deuce laughed, “To fire some rounds and blow up some shit? What’s not to love?”
“Gonna need your A-game, D,” Gate said.
Deuce sobered, “Always, boss.”
“It’s gonna be bloody.”
“No doubt. And it’ll be deserved. So if you’re worried about a crisis of conscience, don’t.”
Gate nodded, “Of all of us, you and Nine are the ones with the best skills to end this.”
Deuce folded thick arms across his chest, “What’s your point, Gate? This is shit I already know.”
Gate pushed off the table and stared out into the street. “Nine has an outlet. Besides the violence. He’s got his meditation and his green tea bullshit, but it works for him. Don’t see you with a place to relax.”
Deuce laughed, “You think I need to get laid?”
