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the income a fucking lot faster than Papi is.”
    “Yeah, for sure.”
    A firm rapping on the door grabs my attention, and I look across.
    “Yeah?”
    The door opens slightly, and Penetrator pops his head through. “Prez, I have some news.”
    I nod my head for him to come in. He steps through the door and closes it behind him, the wood creaking with the age it shows. He steps up to the table and takes a seat, resting his fisted hands on the table. “So, I’ve been looking into the rave scene, and I found this guy.”
    Raising my eyebrow, I nod my head. “Good idea, I wouldn’t have even thought of that. Details?”
    “His name is Randy. He’s really well known in the scene and would be the perfect distributor.”
    Nodding my head, I smile. “Great, you have his number?”
    He smirks. “I do.”
    “Give him a buzz.”
    He chuckles pulling out his phone and placing it on the table. He presses some buttons and the phone starts ringing.
    Loud music blares through the phone and we all flinch back. It turns down like it’s a car radio. He answered first, then turned the music down. What a dick.
    “Yo, this is Randy.”
    “Randy, it’s Penetrator.”
    He laughs a belly laugh. “You know I still love that that’s your name. It screams total man whore.”
    I smirk and raise an eyebrow.
    “Right, well, you’re on the line with my president and vice president, too.”
    “Whoa, holy shit, really?”
    Chuckling slightly, I shake my head. “Yeah, really, name’s Mad Dog. Pleasure to talk to you, Randy.”
    “Well, hey there, big boss man.”
    I glance at Chops, and he smirks like he’s trying not to laugh. This kid’s obviously a bit of a punk. “Right Randy, we wanna set up a meet. You available to meet with us now?”
    “Hey, for the Satan’s Savages, I’ll drop my dacks and run in circles. You tell me where and when and I’ll be there.”
    Wincing at the imagery, I exhale. “Right. The carpark at the Salisbury Interchange. Meet us there in say…” I look down at my watch, “…thirty?”
    “Can do, boss man. Guess I just look for the guys on bikes, right?”
    Chuckling, I tilt my head. “Guess you do.”
    “See ya there then.”
    I don’t bother to say anything else, and nod to Penetrator, who hangs up the phone. “Is this guy okay, Penetrator?”
    He smiles. “He’s a little… quirky, but I think he’d do anything for us. You just gotta get used to him. He’s well liked in the underground scene, and I know he has no ties to the heat. He’s been in trouble with them a couple of times, though. I’ve known him for quite a while. We can trust him, Prez, he’s weird, but he’s a good kid, he’ll do well for us I’m sure.”
    Nodding my head convinced enough by Penetrators advice, I signal for us to leave. “Let’s ride.”
    We all stand up and walk out of the assembly room, out of the clubhouse and toward our Hogs.
     

     
    As we wait a Commodore SS-V in phantom black, pulls into the interchange. I turn to Penetrator raising my eyebrow as the 6.2 litre LS3 V8 engine purrs driving into the car park. If I didn’t like Hog’s so much, I could imagine myself driving something like that or a hotted-up ute.
    “Nice ride,” I murmur and Penetrator nods.
    “Yeah, kid’s got more money than sense.”
    A man steps out of the black beauty and the sight assaults my eyes. He’s wearing a neon tie died T-shirt that’s about three sizes too big for him, bright yellow pants, and a bright red baseball cap. Glancing over at Penetrator, I furrow my brows. He shrugs and winces as the young kid walks over to us with a bright smile plastered all over his face.
    “Yo wassup,” he booms and I duck down at his loud voice.
    “Oi, you ever heard of being inconspicuous?” I berate.
    He smirks looking down at his top as he steps up to us and smiles. “Umm, no offense big man, but… you’re in the middle of Salisbury, in your bad ass Satan’s Savages cuts, with your Harleys looking like the hairy