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been standing here. But sometimes a person had to do shit that they just didn’t want to do, but that was best for the club.
    “We’ll be in touch.” Jagger gritted out.
    Trick’s grin widened, but Jagger and his men didn’t wait around to socialize. They turned and headed back toward their bikes as Court headed toward the truck. “Looks like that scar healed up pretty nice.”
    Jagger tensed at what Trick said and glanced over at Brick and Diesel. They were just as tense as he was. Of course that fucking Trick had to open his mouth and start shit. Jagger turned fully around so he faced Brick, whose face was a mask of rage and animal fierceness. He had been barely holding on as it was, and now that Trick had opened his mouth and brought up the past that he had forced himself to walk away   from, Jagger knew shit was about to get real.
    “Brother?” Jagger kept his voice low and stared at Brick. He hadn’t moved, but the burning need to shift and finish what had been started back at that bar shone brightly behind his eyes.
    Brick slowly removed his cut and handed it over to one of the members.
      “Shit,” Jagger said. He and the other Grizzlies took off their cuts and tossed them in the back of the truck. The laugh that came from Trick told Jagger that the Wolverine was aware of what in the hell was going to happen. Shit, he had baited Brick for the sole purpose of getting under his skin. Apparently even business deals with these fuckers turned out bloody.
    “I mean, taking the pussy way out had been the best route for you, anyway.” There was a chorus of laughter from Trick and his men. “But keep on walking, boys. I mean, you wouldn’t want to fuck with a bunch of wolverines anyway.” And it was at that moment, right when Brick’s grizzly broke through and all hell broke loose, that Jagger realized there would be a lot of blood spilled today.
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    The moment Sonya had heard the about stampede of footsteps outside of her bedroom door she had crept out of her cell. She saw the last of the prospects leave out the front doors and slipped out of her room, feeling a little unsure if luck was actually with her today and she had an opportunity to escape. She couldn’t remember a time when Trick had anyone that was an outsider at the clubhouse, and certainly not another MC. Sure, the Wolverines had come back bloodied, bruised, and some even being carried by others because they were dead, but they had always come back alone. She might not know why another MC was here, but she didn’t care. She was taking this chance to save herself. So this might have been her one and only chance at getting out of here. She’d much rather take her chances out in the surrounding woods than being stuck in this hellhole another minute longer. When she made her way into the main part of the clubhouse she unfortunately saw her ever present prospect guard dog. He was close enough to reach for her, and that was exactly what he did. He grabbed her arm and yanked her toward him.
    “ Prez told you to stay in your room.”
      She glared up at Mickey/Ricky. He had been giving her the rapey eyes since he came to the club.
    “I’m thirsty.” He tightened his hold on her arm, but then loosened it enough that he could run his fingers along her skin.
    It felt like ants moving along her body. “I don’t think Prez would take kindly to a lowly prospect feeling up what is his.” Sonya hated saying those words, hated using the disgusting thing she was to Trick as some kind of bargaining chip. But they had the desired effect she had planned. The asshole let go of her like she was made of acid.
    “I’m going to get something to drink. I know my fucking place.” He snarled at her, but he turned around and headed toward the bar.
    Sonya looked through the small window across from the tables and could see the Wolverines talking with another the other club. The other MC were bigger in height and muscle mass than Trick and his men, and they