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“No,” Matteo said. “There needs to be a message sent. A clear f*cking message.”

“Whatever,” I said. “Of all the things going on in this town, we’re worried about some drug *s.”

“What about the other guys?” Liam asked.

“They’re protected,” Knox said. “That would be starting a war.”

I pushed from the table and stood up. “I’ve heard enough. You want my opinion? Let Tommy dig his own grave.”

“Did you really just say that?” Ari asked.

“What? I can’t get to the f*cker. I can’t do what I want. If it were me, shoot him up and let him be so high he just fades away. Or we kidnap him and find out all we can about his supplier, bosses, whatever. Or do nothing. I’m tired of talking about it.”

I stormed out of chapel.

It was a big sign of disrespect and would have come with some serious hell if Uncle Jakey had been there.

I got another cup of coffee with no intention of drinking it. I just sat there, smelling it. Dumb shit like that sometimes appeased me. The smell of fresh coffee. The smell of sweet *. That kind of thing.

“You need a stiff drink,” Knox said as he approached me.

Chapel had officially broken up.

“Fuck off, brother.”

“Look, I’m just trying to keep our name relevant,” he said. “That deal could hurt us in more than one way.”

“So take my vote of yay for whatever you decide. I have to stay out of trouble.”

“I’m sorry this is hard for you. How’d your revenge project go last night?”

“Slow. But I’ll get her. I’m going to keep myself relevant, goddammit. The name Slam will live on.”

Knox laughed. “You’re a crazy f*ck, man. You really know what it means to wear the cut.”

“Of course I f*cking do.” I stood up. I looked at Knox. “Go be a husband and a dad. The garage is under control. The clubhouse is safe. Let the guys go out on a ride. Think about this Tommy thing and do it right.”

“What is right?”

“Me putting the bullet in his head,” I said. “You and I both know that. But you want me to be there and watch it? I don’t know about that.”

“I get it, Slam. I’m trying to make sure you’re included. I’m sorry shit went south and dumped on you. I’m VP. I should have been frontline.”

“No,” I said. “I’m frontline. Always. Chief Richards was waiting for me. If he wanted to shit on the club he would have. He’s been arresting me since I was a kid, Knox. Long before I met you. I was a project to him and I f*cking refused everything he offered me.”

“Jesus, brother.”

“Yeah. So now it’s my turn to make him my project. His baby girl is going to be mine. I’m going to f*ck her so hard that when she looks into his eyes, he’ll know it was me. Trust me, I’m going to break him down.”

I walked away knowing Knox was shaking his head at me. One thing the world learned quick about me was that when I was out for blood I didn’t stop until I got it. And that blood right then was the sweet tasting innocence of Belle.

Outside, I lit up the first smoke of the day. It was already goddamn approaching the goddamn afternoon. The garage was in full swing, the town the same. We hired some computer guy who loved to fight and he got us up and running online, expanding our garage into a legit parts business. For a bunch of dirty grease ball mechanics and bikers we were cleaning up hand over fist. Funny how it was just a little over two years ago we were f*cking suffering bad. The chapel nothing but dust and memories. The garage all but shut down. Enemies coasting through town without a care.

Knox made the first call to put the cuts back on and take back what was ours. That might have been the best f*cking day of my life. Better than when I felt my first warm slit.

As I finished up my smoke I saw a car pull into the lot. We rarely got cars coming to the garage unless they were old or something someone bought to fix and flip.

This car was not anything worth keeping or fixing and flipping. It was a bright blue color four door sedan. Just a regular car, nothing worth remembering about it.

Well, except the driver.

I damn near had to do a triple take when I saw who it was.

I smiled.

Belle was here.





I watched as she climbed out of her car, keeping the door in front of her body. She had nothing to hide from the world. Those damn curves were put in all the right spots. Fuck, they were making all the right spots on me activate. I had to adjust my jeans and remind myself not to get f*cking hard in the middle of the parking lot. Trust me, once my snake started climbing down my leg it couldn’t be stopped. And the look of shock on their faces when they saw it for the first time only made it harder and hungrier.

“Mornin’, babe,” I said as I approached the car.

I touched the hood with a grin. I remembered that f*cking car. That one time Belle had been stuck on the side of the road. Shit, I had pulled over that day to kill her. Figured it was an attack against the MC. That’s why I had Knox and Matteo keep going. The second I realized she was actually stuck I decided to help her. Maybe I had some f*cked up sixth sense that told me to start planting those seeds then with Belle.

“Slam,” she said. “Hello.”