Page 123 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

“Anyway… While I’m stoked that you’re going to be my eyes and ears with the Demons, I’m not thrilled with the possibility of you and Wilder getting caught in the crossfire. If the MC tries to cut out the Russos, therewillbe crossfire.”

“Hear you on that,” Fletch murmured.

“Keep your eyes up and your heads down. You and Wilder are fully capable of handling whatever shit’s shoveled your way.”

“We’ll keep our fingers on the pulse as much as possible. One good thing about patching over is Nova will be able to rub shoulders with the other ol’ ladies and maybe pick up on some gossip there.”

“True. Women do like to run their fucking mouths,” Crew said dryly.

“That’s also one reason the members don’t usually share club business with them.”

“That’s what they say. In reality, who fucking knows.”

“True. I’ve seen firsthand the difference in how the DAMC women are treated and respected versus how the women of the Demons are. Night and fucking day.”

“Yeah, Decker witnessed some of that shit while he was under with the Demons.”

“I heard. He gave me the details of what went on down at the Viper’s Den to prepare us in case we were invited down there for a party. I guess once I get my new set of patches, we’ll have an open invitation for the party house in West Virginia.”

“That’s good. You’ll have free rein to walk among them without them paying much attention.”

“I’ll just have to remind Nova not to go head-to-head with any of the established ol’ ladies.”

“Good luck with that.” Wilder was another headstrong woman like Cabrera. But then, both women were federal agents and they couldn’t be shy or wilting flowers. Most recruits without a steel spine were washed out during the academy. Both males and females.

Fletch chuckled. “All right. I’ll let you know when they plan on handing me my patches. But definitely try to find us a place in the meantime. I doubt the Angels will tolerate us living in their apartment if we’re wearing another club’s colors.”

“You’re going to let the DAMC prez know you’re bailing?”

“I can, if you want. Or we can have Jamison let his brother know.”

“No,” Crew said. “If you do it, I think Zak will consider it as a sign of respect, rather than him finding out second-hand.”

“True. Respect is important to this club. It’ll also be smart to stay on their good side.”

“Agreed. They didn’t have to help us out, but they did anyway. We need to make sure they know we appreciate it,” Crew told him.

“All right. So, what’s the favor you need? Besides the big one of being cut off from my brothers and my own home for over a year. Oh, yeah, and on that note, the favor of allowing the newest task force member to stay in my place for dirt cheap. Five hundred bucks,” Fletch griped. “You can’t even rent an empty refrigerator box for five hundred anymore.”

“She appreciates it.”

“Yeah, and how about her huge four-legged companion you kept a fucking secret, asshole?”

Shit.“Who ran their fucking mouth?”

“Not you, that’s for damn sure. You tried to sneak that one past me.”

“The dog’s well behaved.” The owner, not so much.

“I heard he’s fucking huge.”

“Just like my cock.”

“Man, that’s one thing I miss… Fucking with you all. When I finally get free of this assignment, I’m going to be rusty on my comebacks. Okay, still waiting to hear about the favor.”

“Do you have time to go hang out at Hawg Wild tonight or in the next couple nights?”

“Why?”

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