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was one of the few older Aryans not locked up. Leading the group was a young man’s game. He closed the knife.
    Bubba and Setter, the men who’d helped him reorganize NWW, ambled down the sidewalk. He couldn’t trust everyone, but he trusted those two with his life.
    A sudden bang on his window made the glass quake. He slowly twisted his head to see who the hell would disturb him. He opened the door and peered out at one of the newer recruits. Justin had joined them six months ago.
    “What?” The kid couldn’t have been more than twenty and was enthusiastic, prepared to jump into a fight, and damn the consequences. Riley stared at the teen. Once upon a time he’d been the exact same way.
    “We can’t start the meeting without you, sir.” Justin pressed his lips together, the corners turned down.
    “You getting ahead of yourself, boy. I just saw Bubba walk into the hall.” Riley snorted. “You’re bothering me for a reason, say what’s really on your mind.”
    “I was at a Klan cross burning, and there was some talk questioning your leadership of the NWW. Isaac is making serious allegations about his son, Bobby Jack, who I believe is your cousin. He’s a race traitor.” Justin tugged the door wider. “A while back you claimed he was under your protection. It got me to thinking. Why would you help a coon lover? Unless you got a soft spot for porch monkeys, too?”
    Was this young son of a bitch questioning his authority in front of his foot soldiers?
    Riley leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. Yeah, this asshole called him out. It was a bold move, but dumb as hell. He sighed.
    “You think my kin taints me?” Riley opened his eyes and lifted his head to gaze at Justin. “Son, are you sure you want to do this here and now?”
    Justin kept twitching like he couldn’t be still. “Nigger-loving is like a disease. I just want to make sure you ain’t contracted it.” He lifted his chin and raised his voice. “White pride is important. We are the first line of defense against a calculated attack on our culture. I mean, I understand wanting a taste of the forbidden fruit. Even I wouldn’t mind sampling some dark meat. But once you lower yourself to that level, you’re no better than the zoo keeper for an animal exhibition.” He leaned in and lowered his voice. “What happened to the black bitch that sashayed into the bar, Riley?”
    “If I chose to fuck a blackie, what exactly would you do to me?” He was curious just how far Justin would go. The fella had to be tweaking. Justine didn’t reek of alcohol, so it had to be drugs giving him a false sense of courage. A crowd of their peers had formed a loose circle around them. Setter shoved through the crowd and stood behind Justin, with his legs braced apart and his arm crossed over his chest.
    He glanced at his old friend. It was time to make an example of a young man he’d considered mentoring. He stepped down from the truck.
    Justin stepped back and bumped into Setter. He scrambled to the side. Sweat beaded the teen’s forehead. “You’re not fit to lead. I challenge your right to lead the New World Watch!”
    For the first time in weeks, Riley laughed, a boisterous, gut-busting guffaw. The release felt so fucking good. He tightened his grip on the knife and with a flick of his thumb, the blade flipped free of his housing.
    Confusion marred Justin’s features, lines furrowed his forehead. “What’s so funny?”
    “You got balls, I give you that.” Riley rushed forward and buried the knife in his gut. Blood seeped into his palm, making the handle slippery.
    Justin’s eyes widened as he crumpled, falling forward on Riley. “How?”
    Setter stepped up next to him, sliding an arm around the young man’s waist. A few folks friendly with Justin hesitated while the crowd dispersed, heading toward the meeting space. Riley cocked a brow and stared at those bold enough to stick around. They quickly dropped their heads and shuffled toward the