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room was quiet and waiting on him, I heard every word he said. “I am well aware of the shipment date, so are all of my men. The girls will be there on time. Until then, they get moved when and how I fucking say they get moved.”
    Lucky shoved him away, watching as the fat man scampered to the back of the room and waited. Then he cleared his throat and straightened his tussled shirt.
    “Looks like you've got other business to attend to,” Repo started, seeing that this conversation was fruitless. “We'll show ourselves out. I'll let Remy know—”
    Repo was still talking, but my ears had begun to ring. The Knights are running a shipment of girls for a human trafficking ring. The realization slammed into my gut, stole the air from my lungs. I felt incredibly stupid for not catching it right away. My mounting anger towards this man grew by the second. Who was his brother, this Tully guy? Was he part of another club?
    My eyes wandered back to the wall. The redhead was shrinking by the second, swaying.
    “Those just for show?” I interrupted Repo and pointed at the deck in Lucky's pocket. “Or do you actually know your way around a deck of cards?”
    Few evils crept under my skin more than people selling people. It made my fucking knuckles itch.
    Repo turned his back to Lucky and whispered to me, “What are you doing?”
    “Relax, we're done, right?” It felt like I had blinders on, my eyes were locked on the Knights' pres and nothing else. Some shit I just couldn't let slide. With the negotiations over, I was officially off the clock. Now it was my time. “I'm just having a little fun.”
    Lucky looked at me inquisitively. I didn't fully know what I was going to do. It was like I'd toppled the first in a long line of dominoes inside of me and set something larger into motion. My plan, if I had one, began and ended with me fucking this asshole up.
    “The refrigerator speaks.” He fished the deck out of his pocket. Soon, his hands and cards were flying all over the place in what was unnecessary grandiose shuffling. He was obviously pleased with himself and seemed like the type of guy who looked for any chance to show off. “The fuck do you think?”
    “Ronin...” Repo grabbed my shoulder.
    I brushed his hand off and took his seat across from Lucky. “I think you know your dynamo shuffle and a few dainty flourishes, but you haven't answered my question. Can you actually play, or are you just incredibly skilled at hand jobs?”
    Lucky frowned. It wasn't the reaction he'd expected. “What's your game?”
    “Poker. Any way you like,” I casually replied, stemming a rising anger.
    The fancy dressed fat man cautiously, but stubbornly, protested. “Mr. Hayes, the girls—”
    “Can fucking wait,” Lucky barked, shuffling the cards back and forth, eying me in the silent room. “What are we playing for?”
    Glancing at the girls, I considered the redhead again. For a split second she lifted her chin. She met my eyes, and I saw how gray hers were. Like storm clouds that wanted to drown me in rain.
    “That girl,” I said, “In the big coat.” It was an easy choice.
    “That's... an expensive ante,” Lucky said. He wasn't wrong. Buyers paid a premium for innocence. The rest of the girls had some miles on them, but not her. She had clear skin and hair. Sure she was high, yeah, they all were, but she didn't wear junkie as well as the others. Of all the girls, winning her would sting Lucky the most.
    I convinced myself that was the whole reason I chose her.
    “What's in it for me?” Lucky asked.
    “My bike.”
    “Goddammit, Ronin!” Repo protested.
    “Girl like her is worth thirty thousand. I want both bikes.”
    “Nope, I'm leaving,” Repo said. “You're on your own, Ronin. Try not to get yourself killed.” He pulled out his phone, no doubt to call Remy, and left the brothel.
    Lucky chuckled. “Looks like you're going to have to pick something else.”
    I shook my head, peering over my shoulder like I