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Boom

Lefty, the , slipped through their grasp yet again Gone to ground without a trace

Fucking boom

Thanks to Copper’s strong leadership when he returned to the chair less than a week after being injured, the clubhouse had only descended into mild chaos A full-on manhunt was in effect for Lefty, the one-tio, Lefty had been the nuons’ food chain Shark, a sadisticat the time Shark had a nasty history with Toni, the ol’ lady of the Handlers’ enforcer The sea predator had been killed in a shon between hisa shit ton of grief for the MC

Once Shark was out of the way, LeftyHis pri wo before the Handlers shut that shit down, sending Lefty underground Unfortunately, not fast enough to save Chloe from her fate

Recently, Lefty had poked his head out of whatever hole he’d been hiding in long enough to coain

Rocket had hit his liuy Hell, Copper was at his limit, and that’s what mattered, because he ran the show So now, the Handlers were searching under every rock and in every dark corner for Lefty

It was time for him to die

And though either Copper or Zach would be the ones to do the honors, Rocket wanted to end Lefty’s life himself so bad he could see the ht in front of him Never in his years with the Handlers had he so ainst his president’s wishes Now, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep hih to deliver hier

And Rocket was determined to find him

For Chloe

Shit Rocket poured himself a drink, then returned the bottle to the shelf behind the bar It’d been exactly fourteen days since he’d laid eyes on the woman Each of those twenty-four-hour periods, he’d woken with a hard-on courtesy of raunchy drea Chloe, wild and uninhibited He’d stroked off in the shower everyfrom his lips as he shot his release down the drain Then, after an exhausting fifteen-hour day dealing with tension-filled club business and cranky as fuck ain

He’d come more times in the past teeks than the previous six months combined And all by his own hand

After downing the Jack, he glanced across the roo pool with two of the Honeys If Rocket were sirls and unload into her instead of his fist The Honeys weren’t typically his first—or even second—choice of lay, but desperate tih-pitched giggle as she blew her shot It earned her a slap on the ass and quick tit-grope froht was up, unless Rocket stepped in and claimed the prize