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He didn’t want thein his town, harassing his club’s wo up the Handlers’ businesses He rotated his neck right and left As a loud crack reverberated through the room, he blew out a breath Time to deal with this shit

Steady as an ox, he punched the ten digits into a burner phone One, two, three rings, and then, “The fuck is this?”

“Think that’s my question,” Copper said to the deep rasp on the other end of the line

The man, Blade, he assumed, chuckled “Irish accent Must be Copper, President of the Hell’s Handlers Motorcycle Club

“It’s Blade, right?”

“I see you’ve done your research Impressive”

Copper grunted “Not sure what you’ve heard aboutidiot”

Another laugh froer and louder “No, I’ve heard you’re a mean motherfucker And that you’re possessive of your town That your club has killed offEven heard a rumor you offed the town sheriff”

Not true Though the club had run him off with threats to his life But the sheriff, crooked as he’d been, also happened to be the father of an ol’ lady So, Copper had refrained fro the man Some of his deputies hadn’t been spared the Handler’s wrath, however

Why deny it? Whatever got this guy to leave “That what you plan on doing? Moving in on azed out theat the leafless treesup the winter woods As usual, this tih theunable to ride had the need skyrocketing Too bad the forecast called for fucking snow

“Well, I guess that all depends on hoell you play with others,” Blade said

“Not too fucking well,” Copper said

“Then we may have a problem”

Fuck

“You are setting up shop here in Townsend?” Copper asked

“Close by is my plan”