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“Pull over I’ll send someone to you”

“I’m close I can make it Just one of my danoring the way the road see it in loops and whorls like smoke fro to clear it All that did was rattle his already hurting brain He clenched his teeth against the pain

“You sure? Go to the clubhouse—it’s closer”

“Yeah Good idea I can ood Just make it into the yard Park the truck Get to his roo It felt like his brain was coood thing “I canto sound unaffected

Blue and red cut through the gray veil of fog in the rearview mirror, and he cursed silently as he looked down at the speedo He could have sworn he’d slowed down Hadn’t he? He couldn’t re bullets

“Gotta go, Master, you’re breaking up anyway” He needed to concentrate He dropped the connection before Master could protest

They had run as supposed to be an easy assignenius, had uncovered Find out where the tere going, which ht? Torpedo Ink wanted to knoho they were

The Ghosts turned out to be business on weaker members of the various outlaw etting theave up infor in return for getting out of debt The Ghosts wanted cuts into those particular businesses

When a club reacted negatively, they had the president’s old lady kidnapped, raped and tortured until the club complied or she was returned dead and another woroup of hittheir dirty work for them

Player’s club, Torpedo Ink, had rescued to to separate MCs from the hit men the Ghosts kept on retainer In both cases, Torpedo Ink had been hired secretly so no one associated theer clubs didn’t want it known that they had gone outside their club looking for help Torpedo Ink didn’t want it known that they had helped They were a small club, and they wanted to stay under the radar—from law enforcement, other clubs and definitely the Ghosts