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blood and brains were
leaking out onto the hardwood.
    “This get you the rat?” I asked.
    “All but a done deal now. Soon as Shelly gets back to us,
we’ll have proof in the puddin’ and the bitch will be all kinds of hosed.”
    I nodded gravely, “You got neighbors we gotta worry about?”
I asked.
    “Nope, that’s why I live out here, or I did before I went up
to help my folks. I been pretty much living at the club,” he wiped some sweat
off his upper lip. I nodded.
    “Got some brothers coming to help with the mess?” I asked.
    “Right here,” we heard from out the front door. Lucky and I
went to it. Trigger stared down at Axe, who was still breathing, or trying to. His
breath was coming in short, hurried gasps, sawing in and out of his ruined
lung. Trigger leveled his handgun right between Axe’s eyes and pulled the
trigger. The big man’s light colored eyes had gone cold and distant, the way a
lot of guys got when they killed. I’m sure mine had held the same look more
than a time or two.
    “How the fuck you gonna spin this?” Revelator asked from
behind our SAA.
    “You’re gonna hit me,” I said, “Make it look good. Then
you’re gonna send me back to ‘em with a message,” I knew I sounded grim, that
was because of the ass whoopin’ I was about to get.
    “Oh yeah, and what would that be?” Rev raised a dark eyebrow
over his equally dark eyes. Of course, we were only operating by moonlight
right now, which was barely enough to see by. Couldn’t really tell you what his
eye color was other than brown. Wasn’t no way we were switching on lights, even
in a rundown half empty ‘hood, for me to check for sure.
    I explained what Axe and Corbin had told me when we’d got
here. About how Griz was out for revenge, and fuck anyone who got in his way.
How he was taking his club name a little too literal and for real, at least the
‘Suicide’ part of it. Except that it wasn’t his life he was playing with. The
club was dividing on it, apparently. And Pig-Pen, who was Griz’s mouthpiece,
was too stupid to realize he was putting his ass on the line with every order
he issued.
    Trig listened thoughtfully while Rev and Lucky started to
clean up. Finally he nodded.
    “You understand we have to make this look good?” he asked. I
nodded.
    “Just don’t hit me in the balls. I fucking hate that.” They
chuckled dryly and we all uncomfortably cast looks in the direction of the
dead.
    “Where you gonna bury ‘em?” I asked.
    “Were they decent guys?” he asked. I shook my head.
    “No man, no they weren’t. But they weren’t as bad as
the rest of ‘em,” I said. Trig nodded.
    “Does it really matter, then?” he asked. He had a point. I
shook my head and didn’t really have a whole lot of time to think about it,
because Revelator’s fist crashed into my face. I went down on Lucky’s dry, dead
lawn.
    “ Motherfucker!” I bitched.
    “Sorry, Man, thought it might be better if you didn’t see it
coming.” Revelator lifted one of his hulking shoulders in a half-assed shrug.
    “Well, you got my attention now!” I spit blood and tried a
couple of teeth in the back with my tongue. Nope, not loose, still solid. “Make
it look real. But I lose any fucking teeth, I’m kicking your ass when this is
up!” Rev grinned, flashing his chipped tooth in the front, and his fist crashed
into my cheekbone. It fucking hurt but I struggled back to my knees and heaved
a few breaths and stood my ground for probably the second worst ass kicking of
my life.

Chapter 4
     
    Dani…
    I heaved the bag of trash from behind the bar up over my
head and, with a little jump, got it up and over the lip of the dumpster. I
turned at the sound of a lone bike turning into the lot and wondered what’d
happened. I saw the prospect leave with Axe and Corbin, but he was returning
alone and he was clearly holding himself all wrong. After three years
around men riding motorcycles, you recognized the cocky confidence with