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I joined the the kid

“He’s one of Marsh’s,” I said “Bought his first bike a feeeks ago”

Pic sighed, running a hand through his hair

“Kid, you have no fucking idea what you’ve gotten yourself into here,” he said, and his voice wasn’t unkind “Here’s the best offer you’ll get tonight—hand over your colors, get on your bike, and leave Your president and his friends are locked up and they’re gonna stay that way for a while The club you signed up for isn’t going to exist anyht, and you aren’t ready to prospect anyway Learn to ride your bike, grow up a little, and give it another shot in a few years We won’t hold this against you”

Cody had never struck h he seeh kid Now I could practically see the ha frantically on the wheel in his head, desperate for escape

Get on the bike, kid Get out of here

“I’ up my colors, sir,” he said, and while his voice trembled, he didn’t blink “I’ve been told to stay out here and watch these bikes, and that’s what I’onna do You’ll have to take them off me”

Jesus Christ

“You’ve been watching Sons of Anarchy, haven’t you?” Pic asked, sighing heavily Cody sed, then nodded “Fucking show Whole da him inside”

In an instant, Horse and Ruger had hi him for weapons I watched as they pulled off one small pocket knife, and I do mean small Little red Swiss Army, with the tweezer and toothpick

Pic and Hunter shot ed Wasn’t like I hadn’t warned them

The club had fallen to shit

Pic nodded atpoint, but itas the men inside already knew me I pushed the door open to find Cord and four others waiting for us Cord took in lance, and if he was surprised he kept it to himself Pic and Hunter followed

“Welco toward Picnic “I’m Cord We’ve met before—rally a few years back I’ha a visit for a while now”

“Rance is busy,” Pic said shortly “Asked me to come in his place This is Hunter He’s president of the Devil’s Jacks, out of Portland I’uessed e’re here?”

“Marsh Jackson ran this club into the ground, didn’t pay his tax, and now you’re here to figure out rong”

Cord had never struck uess my instincts hadn’t been entirely off

“I’aze head-on

“Nice colors,” he said, the faintest hint of a sneer in his voice “Funny Last ti them Wasn’t aware the Reapers were afraid to wear their own colors in Washington State”