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Zook thanked him.

“One thing’s for sure: I have two weeks to upgrade the fence.” Cyph finished his energy drink as we all sat there, staring at each other. It was going to be an interesting two weeks.

Chapter 23

There Is Such a Thing as Bad Porn

Grizz

I just wanted to get this over with. It was almost midnight, and I was lying flat on my stomach in the middle of a flower field. How was to my left and Op was to my right. The other brothers had spread out in a semicircle, ten feet apart. There was no way to get closer to the barn without being spotted.

“This isn’t a warehouse. It’s a barn,” I grumbled. “They’re making millions out of a barn, and Grease is worried about a garage.”

“I can hear you, fucker.” Grease came through directly into my helmet, loud and clear. Our helmets were black, and we’d agreed to keep them on until the action started. It would be easier to communicate, and they’d give us a little more coverage at night in the flowers.

“How could the locals not know shit was going down out here?” Sabre said, confused.

“Big, scary guys roaming around town? I’d look the other way, too.” Pretty was chewing his last chip, and the sound reverberated in my helmet. He’d insisted he needed a snack tokeep his strength up, so Sabre had told him to make it quick when we’d filled up at our local gas station. Dude had held the bag between his legs the whole trip, nearly giving Wreck a heart attack.

“In ten minutes, C and D are going to pull the truck up to the door, pretending to be the first pickup for the night. Is everyone in position?” Sabre was in control. I understood why he needed to be out here with us, but I’d tried to talk him out of it.

“I’ve never shied away from a fight, and I won’t start now,” he had said to me.

I’d struggled again to get him to see reason, but he’d held up his hand, stopping me. “I understand where you’re coming from, and trust me, I don’t like it either. However, I refuse to send the brothers into danger without being there for them.”

“You have a family.” I’d held my hands out, palms up.

“You do too, but I want you to have revenge.” Sabre’s tone rang with a finality I hadn’t heard before.

Meredith and I were a family, but hearing him acknowledge that had sent me into a tailspin, my mind racing with the possibilities.Would she clear the vote?No one had said anything further about our situation, but I’d caught snippets from the rumor mill. Her efforts to get along with the MC hadn’t gone unnoticed.

I was out of reasonable arguments, and he wouldn’t budge. Instead, we’d focused on the attack for tonight.

“Five minutes,” Sabre counted down.

A pair of headlights came up the driveway, and it wasn’t our prospects.

“Fuck,” I said. “Who the fuck is that?”

A compact car pulled up to the overhead door.

“The side door is opening. Isn’t that the stupid fuck who tried to take you out, Grizz?” Slate had been the only wise man allowed to come on this fishing expedition. He’d been in theholding cell with us, and it was only fair, even though he was past his prime.

“Yeah,” I confirmed. The leader who’d tried to knife me was walking out of the side door. I waited, feeling the anticipation race up and down my spine.

The car door opened, and a woman stepped out. She ran to the leader, throwing herself into his arms and wrapping her legs around his waist. He turned her around, and we caught her features in the moonlight.

“Fuck.” I wasn’t the only brother who said it.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” Sabre was livid, and I wasn’t that far behind him. If she blew up our bonfire, I’d turn her into the cartel myself for free.

“Why is Clara dry-humping the head of the street gang?” Pretty asked.

“Not a street gang,” Cyph corrected.

“I’m down for a good old-fashioned dry hump, but she could do better.” Pretty never knew when to quit.

“Anyone else think this is weird?” How asked.

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