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nothing we’ve said I care about getting out, anyway.
    “What’s your name, kid?”
    “Thomas James Clark,” Blowback answers me before the boy can. By now, he probably knows how much the kid weighed when he was born and which girl in town he’s sneaking out to stick his dick in.
    Stone adds, “But we’re calling him the Defenestrator, because it’s much more badass to be thrown out a window than to fall out, right? So you should use that at school, kid. Put it on the back of your jacket.”
    The boy finally speaks. “I don’t even know how to spell it.”
    “Jesus. I’m gonna look you up in month and kick your ass if you can’t spell it for me then.”
    “Listen to him, kid. He gets real serious about defenestration.” Shoving my feet into my boots, I pick up the sling the nurse left for me. “Let’s roll. Get Widowmaker on the horn and have him start contacting the brothers. I want everyone who can get there out at the lodge in two hours. My kutte’s at the house. So is my phone and my bike. Someone needs to ride it out to the ranch.”
    It won’t be me. Not for a few days, at least.
    “I’ll do it,” Stone says. “Gunner has his rig. You can drop me off and ride out to the lodge with him.”
    Good. We’ll see if the cops are still around my place, too. I won’t be.
    I haven’t earned my place in Jenny’s home yet. But I don’t fucking care. We didn’t expect this move from Reichmann. And we always assumed she’d be safe out at the ranch. I’m not assuming she’ll be safe anywhere anymore. Not until Reichmann’s a dead man.
    But that death will be upon him real soon, because I’m coming for him. And nothing’s going to stop me.
    • • •
    Jenny
    I didn’t take the sedative but I did try to sleep. I did a little, I think. When the alarm I set for eight rang, I must have been dozing, because it startled me awake. I called the hospital to check on Saxon and found out he’d already been released, but he didn’t answer his phone when I tried to discover where he’d gone. Then my dad got the message that they’re having an emergency meeting out at the clubhouse. So they’re all going to make plans to take out the Eighty-Eight and there’s a good chance that even though he survived a shotgun blast, I’m going to lose him anyway. If not in this war with Reichmann, then because Landauer knows too much and he’ll know exactly who to look at. So Saxon will go to prison and he won’t be sorry, because he’ll have done it protecting me.
    And I can’t even breathe, imagining it. Everything hurts. It hurts so much that I’m finally numb, making my way like a zombie through a shower and getting dressed, then eating a few bites of breakfast and taking my dad’s truck out to the old barn where my brewery is.
    No matter what happens, there will always be work. I’ll lose my dad, I’ll lose Saxon, but work will always be waiting for me.
    I wonder how long it will be before the work isn’t enough to keep me going.
    I’m only there a few minutes when I hear a bike coming up the drive. Not Saxon’s. I know the sound of his Harley by now. Not my dad’s either. I grab the shotgun I stashed in my office last year when Reichmann’s threats started circulating and check the window.
    Hashtag. One of the Hellfire Riders’ prospects, but just because he isn’t patched in doesn’t mean he’s a newbie. I don’t know much about him except that Stone was the one who sponsored him. He’s a few years younger than me, maybe twenty-six or -seven, and the way he walks, I’m pretty sure he was military once upon a time. Probably pretty recently.
    He sees my gun and his hands shoot up. “The prez sent me to look after you!”
    Of course Saxon did. I wave him in.
    Scarecrow shows up about a half hour later and he looks like his name. He starts making rounds, Hashtag sticks close to me, and he’s asking me so many questions about the brewhouse that I don’t hear Gunner’s truck coming. I just turn