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Until now

Until the fuckin’ Gray Dragons gang decided to get greedy Now, he had to tell Copper that soer and his band offor the club They wanted to steal the Handler’s business, sure, butmuscles

Drive out the local outlaw MC and beco

The Gray Dragons had been around for over a decade S Selling weed, piirls, petty robberies They operated about thirty miles out of Townsend and had mostly kept to their side of the proverbial tracks Apparently, they’d grown over the years Gotten their dicks hard over a little extra cash and, suddenly, they wanted a larger piece of the pie

Na in that shit before Zach prospected, the Gray Dragons didn’t view them as competition But, apparently, they did view Hell’s Handlers’ territory fair gae

It was a problem

A big, fucking problem

Heroin could bring cops, Feds, and all sorts of shit to Townsend Beyond that, it was Hell’s Handlers’ town and that should have been enough to keep the Dragons out They wouldn’t stop at peddling heroin through Townsend In fact, that was the really bad news he had for Copper The Dragons were slowly buying up debts owed to the Handlers A way to gain support and cut the MC off at the knees And they’d been the ones responsible for the attack on soirls orked at the club-owned strip joint

Worry tightened Zach’s worn out ons wouldn’t end well He could feel it in his bones

“Fuuuck,” he yelled as he clenched the edge of the counter until his fatigued joints screa to take his mind off the fact his MC’s world was about to be blown to bits Maybe he should wander next door and introduce hihbor’s house Staring at her lush hips and tits should take care of distracting him

Zach lifted his head and stared out the kitchen hich had a straight-shot view of the neighbor’s house Sure enough, she was out on the porch with the twiggy suit as staying with her

Boyfriend? Husband? Didn’t le her for a few estive co off the walking, talking stick in a suit would just be icing on the cake

Decision ed to his room and tossed on a plain black T-shirt Sweat still coated his body,his workout shorts off, he found a pair of jeans on the floor and slid therabbed his cut froed into it

No member of the Hell’s Handlers ithout their cuts unless they were riding in a cage or through another MC’s territory As a sign of respect And they never tossed them on the floor in heap, no matter how tired, hoasted, or how hot the pussy they were about to dive into was Respect for the club was number one Each man worked their ass off to earn it and that leather represented the club and everything that was important to him and his brothers

Thirty seconds later, Zach’s large stride had eaten upthe two houses The suit noticed hihter The man looked like so the couple was so thick he could almost see it part as he walked up to the to the porch, the suit straightened and stepped out in front of the neighbor, blocking her fro to her if haroal

He aluys like him for a snack

“Chris, what are you doing?” she asked, sidestepping around him “Hey” She lifted a hand and sent Zach a wave

The suit, Chris, apparently, sputtered and tried to wrangle her behind hiain, but she resisted Jesus, the man couldn’t even wrestle one slip of a woman He’d be no match for Zach even on his worst day

“We don’t want any trouble Why don’t you head back to your side of the property line, man?” Chris kept his hand around the wole away

“Chris, seriously? He’s not doing anything wrong He’s hbor And not to be mean, but he could probably kick both our asses in his sleep”