![]() ![]() I nod to Bull, he gets up and locks the door. There wasn’t a rock big enough for him to hide under. If it was him and the fucker thinks he can run, he’s dreaming. ![]() The boys checked and he’s not at home either.” “Twins said he left the club this morning and hasn’t been back. ![]() “Where’s Striker?” I ask Crush, but knowing now that there were people I couldn’t trust, I feel my gut clench at Striker not showing. Hell I had and the fact that I had not one but two fucking traitors in my club? That was bitter shit to swallow. I’d trust every damn one of them with my life. When I say they knew where the fucking bodies were hid…they knew where the fucking bodies were hid. Things others would never experience or know about. We had been through a lot of shit through the years. Two hours later, I find myself once again staring at my brothers gathered around this big ass table, and wishing I was anywhere else. But, Crush had been foaming over my girl too damned much. “My fucking business, you just make sure you respect it.” The warning in my order couldn’t be misunderstood. “No, was just thinking that sounded pretty permanent Prez.” ![]()
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