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down the road, and I headed to my bike. A lump in my throat formed as I kicked off and
roared back to the Tavern, ready to throw everything I had on the line. I hoped it wouldn¡¯t
be a mistake.
Not wasting time, I parked the bike and hopped off, running inside. Thankfully, Tank
had since arrived, giving me less of a chance to back out. Archer spotted me first, one of
his brows cocked, and asked, ¡°Where the fuck did you go? Your date was that quick?¡±
Ignoring him, I turned to Tank and Ripper and said, ¡°We need to attack the Freeways
tonight.¡±
A cigar sat in Tank¡¯s mouth and he leaned in his chair, puffing as he asked, ¡°What in
God¡¯s name are you going off about, boy?¡±
¡°They were impersonating us,¡± I said. ¡°At¡ at the veterinary clinic. Robbing them of
ketamine.¡±
¡°What? How do you know?¡± Tank asked with genuine curiosity, but Archer piped up.
¡°You saw your whore!¡± he said. ¡°You fucking liar!¡±
¡°Yeah, you know what, Archer? I did.¡± My teeth were clenched together. ¡°And I heard
that you paid her a little visit as well.¡±
¡°One of you better explain to me what the fuck is going on¡¡± Tank grumbled, and
Ripper looked worried, but Archer was squared toward me. I had too much anger to back
down now.
¡°Just looking out for you, pal,¡± Archer said, leaning in his chair casually. ¡°Can¡¯t have
you fucking up twice.¡±
¡°That doesn¡¯t give you the right to threaten her,¡± I snapped. ¡°We¡¯re trying to shed that
fucking image, not scare young women in their driveways!¡±
¡°You did what, now?¡± Tank asked but we both ignored him.
¡°Well, you¡¯re fucking lucky I saw her again,¡± I shot. ¡°If it weren¡¯t for her, we wouldn¡¯t
know the Freeway Cunts are robbing vet clinics disguised as us!¡±
¡°Oh, great.¡± Archer rolled his eyes. ¡°So, she recognized our colors? Probably sold us
out to the cops, huh?¡±
¡°What? No! She covered up for us!¡± I slapped my face with both of my hands and
pulled them down, stretching my skin as I groaned with frustration. ¡°Guys. It doesn¡¯t
