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Hammer: I’m on it, Mav. The crew will be there tomorrow and clean the borders and the lawn. It’ll be tidy, but that’s the best we can do. The fresh path I can’t get done in time, but that’s up to the new owner anyway, if you ask me.

Mav: OK. I’ll leave the path alone, let's just get it sold and gone. Let me know when your team is done and I’ll get the realtor to check it out. Heather’s dealing with it all, so I’ll just nudge her.

Hammer: OK, unless you want me to keep liaising with Heather?

Mav: OK, you do that.

That’s another thing off my list of to-do’s for this week. Okay, back to the now, and going along with Axel and the three assholes who we are delivering to Nell.

Axel walks past with Drag, Buzz and Wings behind him. I join the troupe, but notice Meat, Knuckles, Fist and Colton sneaking around the side of the clubhouse as I climb into the van next to Buzz, while everyone else has jumped into the truck.

“The assholes secure?” I ask as the door opens and Garth pushes inside the van, shoving me over toward Buzz. “Fuck’s sake, Garth, what you doing?”

“I’m coming. You know I have excellent skills.” Garth smirks at me, then chin lifts to Buzz, who chuckles at the antics he’s watching.

Once we arrive at Nell’s we get the three out of the van and down to the cells easily. Nell and Graham have a decidedly shifty look on their faces. Graham whispers something to Drag, who in turn takes off.

We have the fuckers locked down and head upstairs, and I’m thinking how the fuck we gonna get Milanas out of the building when I saw two of Vitale’s men out front. But I should have known better since we are talking to Nell and her brother.

Drag is arguing with Tank out in the front of the boarding house and takes a swing at Tank. Fuck me, this is the distraction and my eyes dart to Vitale’s men who have stepped closer to take a better look. One has his ear to his phone, is sounds like he’s relaying what he’s seeing.

I don’t get time to ask what’s happening when Axel storms out of the building shouting, ‘Benjamin on Drag.’ I see Garth heading my way just in time to dodge as he throws a punch, and shit, he only just missed me. This distraction wasn’t supposed to include me, well, not that I knew of, anyway. ‘Benjamin on Garth.’ Axel shouts, which has me spin around and give him a nasty look, right before Garth punches me in the gut, doubling me over.

Now bedlam has erupted, Drag and Tank are going at it, with as much angst as a civil war. I spin on Garth, wipe my foreheadfrom the sweat that’s appeared, then give him my best ever evil smirk.

We throw more than a few punches. I have a fat lip and Garth has a black eye and a bloody nose. If it wasn’t so painful it would be fun. Nell screeches at the top of her voice, more than a little dramatic I have to admit.

“GET THE FUCK OFF MY PROPERTY AND DON’T COME BE COMING BACK ANYTIME SOON!” Just the excuse we need to break this up and get out of here without Vitale’s men thinking this is a set up.

I can hear Axel asking who won because he wants to collect his winnings. Fucking Axel, he’s an arsehole. Yeah, I said arsehole.

We hightail it back to the clubhouse with Milanas nicely settled in the van. Mission accomplished. I high-five Garth and he smirks while wiping his face with an old rag he found in the glovebox.

“Wonder if we can do that again sometime soon?” Garth asks, and Buzz laughs along with me, because it looks like Garth is as crazy as the rest of us.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

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Arriving at the clubhouse this morning I know that Axel is going to be full of himself. He’s going to be giving this asshole Milanas exactly what he deserves. Date rape drugs, men paying to date rape women, selling young girls and murdering men in the ring, and all for another paycheck. Well, he’ll not be getting anymore I’m positive of that.

Walking into the kitchen I don’t see Axel anywhere and the place is very quiet. Meat isn’t in the kitchen either which is a shock as it’s still classed as breakfast.

“Where’s Meat and everyone else?” I ask Bitty and Amelia, who are emptying the dishwasher and cleaning the counters.

“Oh, they are all in the shed. Axel, Meat, Wings, Drag and Buzz. Not sure who else, but they’ve been out there all night apparently,” Bitty throws that at me as if it’s a normal occurrence.

Stomping out the kitchen I speed walk up the compound to the shed. Standing outside the shed is Knuckles, BS, TwoCents and Beer. “What’s going on?” I ask as soon as I reach them.

“Axel, and the others have been in the shed with this fucker since they got him back. I’m not sure there’ll be much left of him by the time Axel comes out of here. But, we are standing guard no matter how long it takes, or what he does while in there. Whatever he puts this asshole through he deserves it,” BS responds while leaning against the shed with his arms folded over his chest.

“Why are you not inside?” Now, BS is an officer so you’d expect him to be inside as well as TwoCents and Beer.

“Axel said to guard, so we are on guard. Nobody in, and only Axel and our brothers out,” TwoCents grins. “It’s a good thing we had this place soundproofed or the whole state would hear this fucker singing and screaming. I went in for a few minutes to take bottled water and he has a scream like a teenage girl. Makes me sick, all these assholes make out they are the bee’s knees, in fact, they are cowards.”

“I think we can all agree on that score, TwoCents,” I’m replying while trying to see past to the door. Maybe I can step inside and see what the fuck is going on!

The door however slams open and Axel walks out, he has a crazy look in his eye, and I think whatever happened in there has his PTSD itching somewhat. Goddamn I hope it’s not set Meat’s PTSD off too, because I don’t want Blake to see Meat’s cock swinging in the wind on that damn treehouse walkaround. Maybe that won’t happen with Star being around, I’m sure she’ll not want all the Ol’ Ladies seeing it either.

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