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She nodded and gave a little wave as we left her shop.

"Put that down. You don't know where it's been," I told Hush as I walked by, giving Troy a disgusted look.

Hush dropped him, ignoring Troy's swearing.

"We done?" Butcher asked, looking bored. "Fucker wouldn't let me play with the bastard." He glared at Hush.

"That's because we don't need that worthless piece of shit dead," Lock said.

"Though that would take care of Tara's problem, too," Idaho pointed out.

Toxic looked up from his bike. "Who's Tara?"

"No one," Rip told him. "That's the last thing she needs," he muttered.

"What?" Toxic asked. "Who is she?"

"Let's go," Lock said, giving him a pointed look. "We're meeting the Berserkers in thirty minutes."

CHAPTER 24

Static

Cypher and his crew, all except Pyre who stayed back at the compound with our families, met us at the country club. He let out a low whistle. "Swanky place."

Lock chuckled and gave the building a sidelong glance before walking over to the van Scythe was driving. We parked separately so as not to draw attention to it and the bikes parked at the end of the lot. He opened the back and grinned. "Not for long."

We were all gathered around as Cypher and Lock stared down at enough cocaine to get anyone in a fuck ton of trouble. "Who did you say you swiped these drugs off?" Cypher asked.

"Don't know," Hush muttered.

Cypher's brows rose and he looked over at Lock. "That going to be a problem?"

"Yup," Lock said, expression grim. "But it's tomorrow's problem. Today is for Fremont."

Cypher nodded. "Just remember, you can only kick the can down the road so long."

"I know, but look at it this way. Whoever is moving this much coke in our city is going to be a problem anyway. It was only a matter of time." Lock said. "Let's get this done." He glared over at Butcher. "I can trust you to do your job, right?"

The offended look on Butcher's face made me chuckle.

"You know you can count on me," he growled, glowering at Lock. "Even if it means working with this asshole." He jerked his thumb in Scythe's direction.

"Good," Lock told him, ignoring the dig at Scythe even as the other man scowled at Butcher. "We'll let you know when to go." He glanced over at Hush. "You're in charge. Keep them in line."

Hush gave a heavy sigh, but just nodded in acceptance.

I turned and flipped Toxic off as I walked away with the group who was heading inside to kick the hornet's nest. He was stuck out here babysitting the drugs while I got to go inside. That was bound to piss him off, and I wasn't about to miss the opportunity to rub salt in the wound.

Toxic pulled his knife out and ran the flat of the blade across his throat.

I rolled my eyes at the threat, then turned and trotted to catch up with my group. It was Lock, Cypher, Idaho, Smoke, Ricochet, Cynic, Warrant, and me. Normally, this would be the perfect job for Toxic, causing a scene, but it was best to keep Butcher outside and available for the next part of the plan. So Toxic was told to stick with him. I wondered if Lock realized what he'd done pairing those two up? As singular men, they were both trouble. Together? They were fucking chaos incarnate.

As soon as we walked through the doors Lock reached over and pushed a vase off a table in the front entryway. The hum of conversation stuttered to a halt as every eye landed on us. We'd already taken off our cuts and left them outside with the others. As painful as it was to leave them behind, we didn't need to announce who we were to all the witnesses the cops would end up interviewing.

A woman rushed over, her eyes wide on the vase that was shattered on the floor. "That was a Waterford," she gasped. She glared up at Lockout. "Let me see your membership-"

"Don't have one," Lock told her with a wide smile.

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