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Well fuck, he had Handler’s shit all over his phone A bead of sweat trickled down his spine as he began to lift the device

“Actually, scratch that Just gimmie your number and I’ll text you the address Tell ’em Squirt sent you”

“Squirt?”

The guy rolled his eyes “Youngest prospect Hoping to change that shitty naot shit to do Your number?”

Screw rattled off the nuh

“Sweet, man See you Saturday Sure as fuck hope you ain’t a prude,” he said with a laugh as he strode toward the driver’s door once again “I can promise you a pick of women who’ll do shit you’ve only dreamed of”

“Not a prude,” Screw said, but it was pretty much to hi an intensely stupid reaction given the danger, he’d have gotten hard at the thought of those club whores ready and willing for whatever he could druination was off the charts Today, however, he couldn’t even muster a flicker of interest Whether it was the roans as he shot his load down Screw’s throat or the disgust in Jazz’s eyes as she left hiht, didn’t matter His dick was deader than Kurt Cobain

After watching Jazz and Gumby leave the clubhouse hand in hand, he’d sent the Honey on her ith a few caustic words the poor girl didn’t deserve She couldn’t be blamed for Screw’s shitty et it up for anyone but Jazz lately—well, Jazz and apparently Gu the man

The truck roared to life, causing Screw to jolt and hop out of the vehicle’s path Fuck, he needed to be more alert than that, especially if he planned to hit the Chrome Disciples party this weekend There, he’d need to be at the top of his game, ready for a potential ambush

Twenty minutes later he sat in a booth at the diner across fro me,” Copper roared despite the complete lack of privacy

A hush fell over the diner as all eyes turned their way Being eleven-thirty in thewith the early lunch crowd

A wide-eyed Toni glared daggers their way