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"No, not Isaac He’s fucking wor able to continue selling his shit in Florida on account of hi dead Soet to the people ronged hi about "Eli"

"Yeahto take you out over daddy dearest"

Eli Mitchell ho Isaac had filtered his drug money up to Well, he did until me, Preppy, and Bear ended hilasses and his short stature, no one would never think the guy was capable of half the shit he did on a daily basis

When you wanted to scare a rabbit out of a hole you sent in a s anyone you’ve ever loved until you showed yourself and he could finally kill you too

"The intel I’ a move, and soon The MC is on lockdown, afraid of the blowback Pops is pissed as fucking hell"

"First Isaac and now fucking Eli," I said "Can’t catch a fucking break So locked-up"

"I feel ya, man Same here This isn’t just biker shit anyer, badder…deader," Bear said "And I can’t put Grace in lockdown I know she’s more a mom to you than your cunt of a mother ever was, but Pop’s ass is all sorts of chapped lately He don’t want no one in the MC bringing civilians into the club, especially during lockdown, but we need to find somewhere safe for her to stay for a while" Bear looked up atto tell h to , who isn’t in the MC, but you sure as shit do"

Pup

"Fuck!" I shouted, realizing I couldn’t bring her hoh the drywall to the cement stucco on the outside of the house Pain shot up the bones in my ar than the feeling lying just underneath it The feeling of failure "It’s my fault Prep’s dead Should have never let him start the Granny Growhouse shit Should have…" I ran my hand over my hair There was too ret filled every inch of space within the last few e I thought all that wasfrom my life was Max But noas Max, Pup…Preppy

And noback

"What’s the plan, et to us…tonight," I said, cracking my knuckles The time for a pity party was over I had more people to kill