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“Pussy’s gonna have to wait,” I snapped as I pulled off the club’s property, the old truck jerking as I switched gears “To lot of your school with their tires slashed”

“What the fuck?”

“I’o ith theoin’ on, but three of you is better than two”

“Yup, I’oin’ now”

The phone disconnected, so I stuffed it in the front pocket of my jeans

“Fuckin’ stupid to slash Tommy Hawthorne’s tires Who the fuck would have the balls to do that?” Price, our youngest prospect, asked froraduated the year before, and he knew all about the Hawthorne boys Even without the weight of their dad’s power in the club, they were a force to be reckoned with

Leo, To Three Musketeers… only with knives and crowbars instead of swords

“I don’t know,” I answered Price a few h school, seeing To in the middle of the lot

I climbed out of the cab as I reached the boys and whistled between my teeth

“Yeah, no shit,” Mickat the car sadly

“You fuck soirlfriend?” I asked Tommy bluntly

“Hell, no I don’t fuck high school girls”

“You fuck someone’s wife, then?”

“Uh,” his eyes widened comically before he sed hard “Don’t think so”

I rolledidiot

By the tiot the Nova back to the club, the forecourt was filled with bikes Grease, Will and Poet sat outside at a picnic table sht of us

“What the hell happened?” Grease asked as I cli in behind me

“So out of Leo’s car

“You got any idea who it was?” Will asked as he cliet a closer look “Shit, they weren’t messin’ around”

“No shit,” I agreed

Poet and Grease shared a look

“Leo can you take my sons home?” Grease asked

“Sure”

“What? Why?” Tommy asked as Mick crossed his arms over his chest “I need to fix my car”