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prospect was up to his dick in splintered wood and debris. Motorcycles coming up the gravel driveway told him the top three guys were back. He should just toss Zippy into their path and let them knock him around. But when it came to his domain, he wanted things in order, though he wasn’t as anal as Ben with his neatness compulsion. The only things Taz liked dirty were club work and his fucks. And right now, the disorder in his work area made him twitch. He approached the three bikes backing into their spots. “Just in time for the good news.”
    Vic didn’t have to wonder if he was being sarcastic , and his look told him so. “What happened?”
    “Zippy The Idiot trashed the office door and most of the jamb.”
    Doug’s head fell back as he let out a groan. The club’s sergeant at arms didn’t know how to filter his reactions, which often came across as whiny. “Holy shit. You fuckin’ kiddin’ me? What the hell was he doin’?”
    “ Doesn’t know the difference between ‘forward’ and ‘reverse’ on a forklift. Wes got him cleanin’ up, and he’s gonna pay to fix it.” He scanned their unreadable faces. “How’d it go with Conti?”
    “He approved the list,” Aero cut in. “Now we gotta get the charter up and running.”
    “Where?”
    “Central Ohio,” Vic said. “Hogs got two other smaller charters besides them. Three of the guys are former one-percenters. They get bored quick when the action’s dull.”
    Taz knew exactly how they felt , as that inactive itch crept up. “Doin’ it soon?”
    “Next weekend. Gonna meet at the Lakeland clubhouse. We’re pulling one each from our other two charters and two from the third, making it seven. Solid start. According to Conti, the northern Ohio ring’s a go August first, so the central chapter should be ready for security and deposit runs by then. Gonna lay it all out end of week.”
    Taz headed towards his own bike, pulling his cut out of the saddlebag and slipping it over his work shirt. “Ben and Tanner are still at the mill. Gonna swing by and see if they can set aside some material. I’ll let ‘em know.”
    Less than twenty minutes later, Owens Mill came into view. One of the largest and most prosperous companies in the state had its home in Tippitt. The Skulls had installed Charles Owens as a friend of the club a long time ago, and his connections and resources came in handy. It was close to four, when things should’ve been wrapping up, but Taz saw it through the heavily gated fencing as soon as he’d pulled his bike into the lot. Bodies circled each other, and shouting was distinct over his sputtering straight pipes. Three guys who weren’t familiar were spewing shit and pointing, while three Owens employees, including Ben and Tanner, kept them at bay. Taz easily spotted Big Ben who, at six-foot-six, stood head and shoulders above just about any other guy he knew. Just as he dismounted, all six men went after each other.
    “Fuck !” Tossing his helmet, Taz ran towards the entrance and through the open gate. His adrenaline usually pumped at the sign of trouble. It got him hard, too, as a long, dry spell, with things moving along swimmingly, had given him little opportunity to sow his freaky oats. Two guys were on Tanner, while Ben had the third guy over his head like a barbell. The other employee, a young, scraggly kid with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, went for something to swing with. Stupid chicken shit. Swooping in, Taz pulled one of the guys off Tanner and tossed him to the ground. Straddling him, Taz went to cock his ringed fist back when Charles came tearing out of the main building.
    “Stop! Right the fuck now!” Charles’ statement was directed at Tanner, Ben and Taz before he shouted at the young employee. “Drop the two by four, Ty. Now.” The kid did as he was told then stood back.
    The three Skulls dropped the guys they were all over, then held their hands up. “What the fuck, Charles?” Ben asked.
    “I