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“Yeah, I do Got a cabin in Townsend though”

“Harettes from his back pocket He stuck one between his lips then said around it, “You out this way often?”

Why the fuck did he care? Screw hadn’t quite thought Crank would have given two shits about souy one of his prospects invited to their clubhouse He risked a quick peek at Guuy was s up on the odd vibe as well

“Uh, yeah Try to co city, but you know, need my paycheck”

“What do you do?”

“I e a furniture warehouse” He’d totally spit-balled the idea when Squirt had asked him earlier in the week

“You ship out a lot?”

Oh, fuck How to play this? If he kept his head out of his ass and dealt his cards right, this could be the in the Handlers needed The CDMC shipped weapons Did they want his trucks? He bit the inside of his cheek to keep a handle on his excitement Then, with a nod, he said, “We do All up and down the east coast”

“Huh” Crank shared a look with Squirt, then he was slapping Screw on the back “You boys enjoy yourselves, huh? Drink, dance, fuck I’ll catch up with you later”

“Yeah, man Thanks”

“All right,” Squirt said “What’re you boys drinkin’?”

An hour and a half later, Screw stood with his back against the bar as he watched Gu to give a shit about whatever the fuck Squirt was ra sure

He’d learned a lot about Squirt, and the Disciples in that ti

Squirt was a racist, as were most of the other Disciples he’d met

Squirt loved his coke

Squirt was a raging ho and queer thrown around in theAnd his senses on high alert He and Gumby had been beyond careful to keep their attraction under wraps In fact, they hadn’t even spoken roup of skanky bitches alht away