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    “Great,” Shady said into the phone and then hung up and turned around. “I have the address, let’s go.”
    The girls all got up and before Bob followed, she scooped out a huge spoonful of ice cream and shoved it into her mouth before leaving. Rain shook her head and said, “You are gonna get an ice headache.”
    Bob shook her head and ignored her and then shoved one last spoonful in her mouth and then instantly crossed her eyes. The women all laughed as they made their way to their bikes. Jilly was the only one who got into her car since she hadn’t taken her Basic Rider’s Course for her M1 license, but she was signed up.

Chapter Four

     
    Kink and Magnum made it back to the club and parked their bikes, both men were frustrated, right now they wanted to drink and talk with their brothers. This woman shit did not make sense to them at all. Neither of them could remember a time they had this much trouble with a female.
    They entered the main room and smiled, the place was brimming with their brothers. Since the two clubs combined, and they were on lockdown, the main clubhouse had been a hopping place, mostly for the guys to hang out and away from their old ladies. All of them had approved of this move to San Diego, it hadn’t even been debated. When Creed and Fork said they wanted to move here, everyone had asked how soon, not why. They all knew why, the Warriors had the mine which gave them a huge income. With that, they were able to do several things, like open Bitches and Slinging Ink. However, they also had a side job, one that wasn’t so legitimate, and since everyone was all up in arms about the gun laws and shit, their business had been thriving.
    Since pot had become legal in a few states they had also dipped their toes in that industry, and so far it was paying off. They were suppliers for lack of a better word. When someone needed a shipment of guns, the Warriors got it for them, when they needed pot, they got it for them. Now, with the property Creed and Fork had invested in in San Diego, they were in a prime spot. No one could run a shipment across the border into Mexico or vice versa without the Ops knowing about it. They had their connections that they had groomed very well. No one made a deal without them hearing about it. If they wanted to move anything over this border, they had to pay the Ops for the privilege to do so.
    Of course, this made them not only unpopular, but also extremely vulnerable. While Free and his men in the chapter had been able to watch and catch some of the major shipments, they hadn’t been able to catch all of them, mostly because of their manpower. Well, things had changed since the Ops had combined chapters here in San Diego. They had the manpower now and the word was out. If you wanted to even bring a dime bag over the border, you had better have permission. The Ops wouldn’t fuck around with people who tried to slide through.
    They had been here two weeks and since then, they had made examples out of three groups who tested them. This was a new era for the Ops Warriors, and it was one Creed and Fork were determined to succeed. They had multiple businesses and the Lady Riders had their business, of getting battered women away from their abusers in a way they would never be found again. All of this required slow and deliberate planning to keep some of their businesses buried deep. They had the money and resources to do all of this; however, they were going to be reorganizing the leadership in the club to handle all of these areas.
    Kink and Magnum were going to be named the head of the legitimate businesses, they had already known Creed and Fork were planning this. They would strictly be dealing with Slinging Ink and Bitches. They owned a mile section in the dicey part of San Diego right at the start of the inlet to the bay. It was the perfect place to have their club, because they had three blocks of store fronts concealing their compound. Their compound was a