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At both Jig and Copper’s raised eyebrows, Izzy laughed “What? I stay current on trends You wouldn’t believe howfor prison tats Little posers wanting to look tough for the big boys Rip’s policy is that we send ’e Anyway, his other ink was shitty Definitely not from Rip or myself Probably not from a shop anywhere More likePure garbage”

Jig couldn’t help but laugh Here she was all beat-up, telling an outlaw MC president about the gang leader who sent e, and she was more worried about the shitty artistry than her oelfare

“What?” she asked, scrunching her forehead

“Nothing, sweetheart, go on”

Sweetheart? Where the hell had that come from?

Izzy’s eyes widened, and she cleared her throat as best she could, though it sounded weak “Uh, where was I? Oh right, they wanted me to tell you the clubhouse wasn’t safe despite the extra security, their business is booet to anyone easily” She pointed to her neck “Exhibit A”

“Fuck” Copper looked at Jig with an unspoken question in his eye and Jig nodded They were on the sa under the Handlers’ radar, Lefty was still trafficking women And now they’d put their hands on Izzy Wrapped thee bubbled in hi them would be a pleasure

“What’s that look?” Izzy asked “You just talked to each other with your eyes”

“Nothing, killer,” Copper said, and Jig stifled a laugh He’d spent enough tionna let that fly

Her eyes narrowed in what he was co to call her oh-hell-no look The one that said she wasn’t buying what Copper was selling

“What’s their business? Drugs? Guns?”

Copper studied her for a , then back to Izzy “Women”

Her forehead scrunched “Women? They’re pimps?”

The prez shook his head, that red beard , unwilling girls”