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been at the club vote, when I'd voted against Mad Dog.  Blaze had tried to talk to me, but I wasn't in the mood for talking, not at that point.  Not after an all night bender.  I'd known Mad Dog was going to bring it up for vote, and I'd gone all out.  I was still shithoused at the vote.  Blaze had followed me home.  The last time I saw him was as he sped away as I threw a bottle at his bike, glass shattering on the ground.
    I felt a flush of shame just thinking about it, about how our friendship had spiraled.  About how I had spiraled down.  Fuck him, though - he was the one who had been so detached from the club the past year.  If he'd have been more involved, none of this shit would be going down.   Tank would still be alive.
    Tank was dead because of Blaze's lack of involvement.  So screw guilt.  Blaze was the one who should feel guilty.
    " Blaze and Dani made a big deal about keeping it a secret," Crunch said.  That was a good thing.  Otherwise, they would probably be dead.
    I stood there, while Crunch dialed Blaze.  "His phon e is off.  I'll keep trying the cell.  And I'll track down where they are.  If they haven't taken any precautions to lie low, it shouldn't take me that long."
    "What we need to do is hole up somewhere and wait for April and Mac."

 

     
    Inferno Motorcycle Club
    Los Angeles, California
     
    “Shut the door behind you ,” Mad Dog said.  The three men stood just inside the back room, Mad Dog’s office area.   Office was a loose term for what it was.  It was a small room in the back of the clubhouse, a converted empty warehouse in an area of town that consisted of industrial buildings with dubious reputations.
    “It went good, Boss,” Mud said.  Mud was an imposing man, a solid block of muscle, his bald head covered in tattoos.
    “Everything went down as planned, then.”
    “Yeah, Prez,” Mud said.  “You don’t have to worry about anything.  Like we said on the phone, it was done.  Burned that bitch to the ground.”
    “Did you actually see the three of them go down?”  Mad Dog asked.
    “No,” Tink said, looking at Mud then back at Mad Dog. “We had to get the hell out of there before the fire department showed up.  But you don’t have to worry about it, Boss.  We sprayed the place with gunfire before the whole thing went up in flames.  There was no movement, nothing.  No way anyone walked out of there.”
    Mad Dog grunted.  “You better be fucking certain about that.”
    “ A hundred percent sure, boss,” Tink said. He shifted his wiry frame uncomfortably under Mad Dog’s intent gaze.  Tink had the twitchiness of someone who was indulging in too much meth, but Mad Dog ignored it.
    “That’s for fucking sure,” Mad Dog said.  “All right.  We’re going to need some new non-dissenting voters on the cartel deal.  I know I don’t have to make sure you keep this shit under wraps.  We don’t need any bad blood in the club, not when another re-vote will have to go down.”
    “You got it, Boss,” said Fats. Standing up and adjusting his girth, he added, “We’re backing you a hundred percent.”
    “That’s g ood to hear,”  Mad Dog said.  "We're done.  Mud, hang back for a minute."
    He waited until the others were gone before he spoke.  "You've got my back, Mud," he said. "I'll see you put up for sergeant-at-arms.”
    “That going to go over al l right?”  Mud asked.  “I haven't been patched in as long as some of the other brothers.”
    “They ’ll have to fucking deal with it,” Mad Dog said.  “I need someone I can trust.  Someone who’s proved himself to me.  The other brothers havent fucking proved shit to me.  I need loyalty.”
    "And fucking get Tink under control," he said.  " If he isn't fucking tweaking right now, he's coming down off something.  Get him clean or we take him out.  He needs to be reliable."
    “Roger, Boss,” Mud said.   "We'll clean him up."
    “There’s about to be some good changes