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“No more!” Prez growled. “I’ve fuckin’ had it with those bastards thinkin’ they can continue their business through our town.” He turned to Atlas. “Have you got anything out of him yet?”

Atlas smirked. “Nope. I gave him a couple of love taps to see how he took ‘em. I reckon he’ll crack within minutes. Problem with the Sinners is that they’ll take any old idiot in with the lure of money, but these people aren’t smart or competent. They’re in it for the scratch, which makes ‘em disloyal to the club.”

Prez stroked his beard thoughtfully. “Wanna know where they’re hangin’ out these days. All biker clubs have a bar they frequent. We’re gonna get it out of the fucker in the Cell and Breaker’s gonna blow it sky high, taking every Sinner in there with it.”

Atlas rubbed his hands together gleefully. “What about the others?”

“Colt’s been compiling a list of properties owned by their club and affiliates. Breaker’s gonna rig up bomb after bomb and give you all a lesson in placing and setting them off, then we do a coordinated attack.” His eyes narrowed on the SAA. “I want an officer on every property with at least two additional men. We’re gonna have to ask the boys for help on this one.”

“Easy,” Atlas replied. “Arrow, Reno, Shotgun, Fender. Reckon Billy would be an asset too.”

“Got another mission Billy may be good at too,” Prez muttered.

Atlas’s eyes lit up.

“We’re gonna pick off Sinners in the street, herd ‘em up like the animals they are, and take ‘em out. We need good shooters.” His stare went between me and Cash. “You two can be in charge of that side of the operation. You’re two of our best shooters.”

Breaker cleared his throat indignantly.

“We need you in charge of explosives, Son,” Prez declared. “You can’t do it all. Dunno how many times I gotta tell ya, we’re a team. No man in this club’s an island. Your strength is explosives, and we’ll need that if we’re gonna take as many Sinners out as we can.”

“We need to think about retaliation too,” Abe said, leaning forward to address Prez. “We’ll need the women and kids on a tight leash. And put extra men on the gate.”

Prez nodded. “Draw up a new roster, brother.” He looked around the room. “What do you think about callin’ the families back in for lockdown? Want the women and kids safe.”

I looked around at all the men’s faces, trying to gauge their moods. Telling ‘em about Freya’s gift wasn’t high on my list of priorities but now was as good a time as any.

I cleared my throat. “Bought Freya a graduation gift, but I may have gone a bit crazy.”

Silence fell over the room and every eye slid to me.

“What sort of graduation gift?” Cash asked, curiosity threading his tone.

I winced. “A car.”

Prez’s eyes narrowed on me. “Are graduation gifts even a thing?”

“Pop,” Bowie said thickly. “Your only daughter’s just graduated med school. Why would you not buy her a gift? She’s worked her ass off for years.”

Prez held his hands up defensively. “Calm the fuck down, Son. I’ve bought her a plot of land down by the creek to build her house on.” He puffed his chest out proudly. “Who else can say they’ve bought her a house?”

Cash’s stare focused on me, and he smirked. “So, tell us, Colt. What car did you buy my beautiful and talented sister? Was it a nice Tesla, maybe a Range?”

Breaker lifted an expectant eyebrow, grinning at me.

Bastards.

Pulling my shoulders back, I sat up straight, opened my mouth and just said it. “Got her a Mercedes G-Class.”

Atlas whistled through his teeth.

Bowie sat up a little straighter.

Breaker’s lips twitched.

Cash barked a laugh.

“That’s one hell of a fuckin’ car, Colt.” Abe said disbelievingly. “What the fuck made you drop all those G’s on a car for Freya?”

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