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“You got any questions before we stop playtime and get serious?” Axel asks, and I shake my head no, because I know they’ll get all the information that they can. Any kind of spiking drinks, drugs or anything else will be dragged out of him. “Okay, give Nell a heads-up that she’ll have incoming later today, and I have a job for you when I’m done here.”

“Okay, I’ll be around the clubhouse. I promised to help Meat move the smoker this morning so I’ll be easy to find.” Giving the asshole a friendly wave while having a sick grin on my face, I leave the room, discard the coverall and shoe covers before whistling as I head toward the clubhouse.

CHAPTER TWO

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Grabbing a bottle of water, I head out to the smoker to help Meat, but take my phone from my jeans back pocket to give a heads-up to Nell as Axel asked of me.

Tapping out a message, as I don’t want to get involved with speaking to Nell if I can help it. She’s a little nerve-wracking if you ask me. She thinks nothing of feeding those damn gators, and I mean feeding anything at hand.

Mav: Pres is sending you a gift later

It only takes a couple of minutes for Nell to answer, and I knew that would be the case because she has her phone tucked in her bra on vibrate, so she misses nothing incoming.

Nell: Okay, anything specific?

Mav: Not that I know of. Just disposal

Nell: Oh, good. It’s been too quiet around here lately, and I’ve been sending Graham out to scrape up roadkill. He’s not been thrilled about it, but I told him it was that or his ass they were going to be eating. He went out with his bucket willingly then.

Mav: I bet he wasn’t happy. Wonder what he told people when they saw him doing it?

Nell: Well, he told one guy that he was being environmentally green and he was cleaning up the roads, so no vehicles slipped on the slime from the dead carcasses.

Chuckling to myself because I can visualize Graham making up shit to shock and terrorize people. I can imagine he was giving them gory details while doing it. My mind is showing me Graham standing with a dead animal, pulling out its innards to highlight someone or other.

Mav: Nice. Well, you take care Nell

Nell: Thanks Mav, you too

Tucking my phone back into my jeans pocket, I look at the smoker and see it’s spotless. How the hell he gets it clean like that, I’ve no idea.

“Don’t need you now,” I hear behind me, and turn to see Meat stepping up with a tray piled with meat, sausages and fish. Thankfully, the fish is on top of a parchment paper layer. I am not a fish fan and sure don’t want it next to any meat I’m going to eat. “Stop giving the fish that look. It’s going in the small smoker.”

What? A small smoker! I didn’t know he had two smokers. Now, the shock must show on my face because Meat points to the left where a much smaller smoker is standing at the ready. Giving Meat a huge grin and a thumbs up, I walk away and leave him to it.

Once I’m inside the kitchen, I give Mia a smile as she’s cuddling with Summer. The twins are going to be starting kindergarten, and I’m not sure how that’s going to go down. They are a pair of hellions and I feel sorry for the teachers. Trouble with the twins is that all the brothers are teaching them shit they are not supposed to know at their age, because let's face it, four-year-olds are not supposed to be able to go down zip wires screaming with laughter.

I think we all knew the twins were going to be trouble when they started saying, ‘Unc Me’ and started saying ‘Dadda’ and ‘Pris’ instead. Mia, of course, gave everyone hell, but it made no difference. At the end of the day, she adores Meat, and he adores her. Even Star has become a bestie, mind you she calls everyone bestie these days.

Before I can pour a coffee, I hear the back door open and Axel storms past telling me to get my arse to church. Now, I smirk to myself because he has no idea he just said arse, but the giggle from Mia lets me know she heard it, too.

Walking into church, I see Axel, of course, in his usual seat along with the officers, but also myself, Knuckles, Beer and Silver. Interesting, I’m thinking.

“Buzz, after church make sure that piece of shit is taken to Nell. She can do what the fuck she likes with him,” Axel is more than a little agitated so this has me thinking that punk in the shed is going to cause us trouble.

“Will do, Pres,” Buzz replies, and crosses his arms over his chest while leaning back in his seat.

“That fucker is running shit for an asshole named Mark Milanas. They are testing out the date rape drug they have mixed themselves. Now these fuckers are not chemists. They are little pricks that think they can come into our territory and sell shit like that. Date rape women as they take a fancy to them! I’m not having it, you hear me?” Slamming his fist on the table, making me jump, and that takes some doing.

Drag raps his knuckles on the table as he speaks. “I’ll put feelers out. Knuckles, you speak to the bouncers at Club Whisky, and Mav, you do the same at TJs, report to Beer and Silver. Theyare the managers, so they’ll tell you what to do if any incident happens. But if you see shit, you stop it and we’ll get the fuckers in the shed.”

“Good idea. Nell said the gators need food, so she’s okay with sending more assholes for disposal,” I add to the conversation. “Oh, she’s had Graham going out picking up roadkill for them.”

I don’t get to say more because everyone, even Axel, is laughing or smirking at that. We all know he’s as tough as his sister, but he’s far more amusing with his antics.

Axel gives his feral smile. “Well, brothers, let’s go hunting for some food for the gators. It’s been peaceful around here for quite some time, so let's stir up some shit. I’ll report to the rest of the brothers on Sunday. Maybe we’ll have more information by then?”

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