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And if I was taking responsibility for her, I’d be doing that across the board Dragon would have to hand over the fucking reins—because she wasn’t going to be crying to her papa when shit went sideways, which I kneould happen at some point

I was surprised by the fist that slammed into my face

What was it about that fa?

“The fuck?” I asked, turning on

“Had to get at least one in,” Dragon said cal to see if I’d hit him back

“It is tradition,” Grease agreed

“Nobody hita shot to the face

“Yeah, ’cause Slider didn’t wanna piss her off,” Grease said, shaking out his hand before pointing at Casper “You had that comin’”

Casper punched Grease back, splitting his lip, then followed it with a hard blow to his stomach “You fucked my sister—think you had it comin,’ too”

I stepped down from my stool as Grease tried to catch his breath While I knew they had each other’s backs, Grease was a fuck of a lot bigger than o well

“Jesus Christ,” Slider called out, walking toward us with a scowl on his face “Knock it off, you idiots We got enough on our plates”

“You get a hold of Eastwood?” Poet asked as he made his way to the bar Mark Eastwood, or Woody, was the son of one of the original ree, but he’d patched up Aces until the day he died of old age Most of us hadn’t even known Woody existed until after Doc died and the boys had stepped in to support hirown up in Salem with his mother, and he’d rarely been around the club until he was already half grown—but he’d sure as hell fit in

We were hoping that he’d heard so around his ho his phone

“Nah Hasn’t called back yet,” Grease said, wiping the blood off his lips with a dirty rag from his pocket “I’ll call Sherry in a couple hours—see if she’s seen him”

“Make sure he’s not been an asshole to his muain at school”