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“You have them look into her?” he asked.

When I didn’t respond, he added, “You set our computer guys on the dad, but not her?”

I stilled.

I needed to tread cautiously here. “I knew her in school. Respected her. She was chased by a bunch of the jocks, but she knew what they were like. Saw through them, but handled them smart. She never had a problem.”

“You have a thing for her?”

My hand tightened on the phone. “Back then? Yes.”

“You got a thing for her now?”

“I don’t know her now.”

“You want to stick your dick in her?”

I didn’t answer that one.

He laughed wryly. “If you need to move in on her, you willing to do that?”

“I’ll do anything for the club.”

Another dry chuckle came from him. “Let’s pretend that’s what I was asking for.”

“What Gloves is going to do is for the club, so it would be for the club.”

A long sigh came over the line, followed by a yawn. “Okay. It’s been a long day. I have another situation for you to handle, but let’s wait for now. Do what you need to do to move things in place on the sister. You know what I’m talking about. If she’s a problem down the road, I want you to pull on whatever strings you have to take care of her. Can you do that?”

My gut was so fucking tight now, I felt like he had a grip on my balls. And I didn’t like it. Not one fucking bit.

“Yeah,” I bit out. “What’s the other situation?”

“Got a call from the Frisco charter. The president is in prison, but he reached out. He’s worried about some of his members, got a bad feeling and feels like he got set up.”

I frowned. “You want us there to help sort it out?”

Sometimes that was a good idea. Usually it wasn’t. Charters got along for the greater good, but on local territory, they liked to rule it the way they ruled it. If there was a difference in opinion, or the wrong personality took root, that could be a problem. A big one. And that could spread to other charters. The whole club was always affected when that poison took hold and was allowed to grow.

“Yeah, but it’s twofold for me,” he explained. “We’re leaving the Goose, and I’m thinking about backup. There’s a family from Canada looking to move south. Might be an issue for us, or could be a solution. I’m not sure yet.”

There was only one family in Canada I knew that had that sort of reach. “Bennett.”

“You go, handle the situation there and we’ll figure the rest out later.”

“I’d want ten to go with me,” I said.

“That’s what I was thinking. With ten, you’re beneath their numbers. But you’re the national VP. I want to send Stripes to help you. He knows the area.”

Stripes had been an inmate at Potomahmen. He’d helped us out of a spot, and he’d been with our guys on the inside ever since. He was smart, but he was the sneaky/crafty kind of smart. He got out of prison a year ago, had been riding with our charter ever since, and he was officially patched in a month ago.

“What are my orders for now?”

“Stay put. Do what I said on the sister, and start compiling ten guys to go with you.”

I amended my question. “I’ll make eleven. Stripes will be twelve.”

“That’ll keep you guys one below the local charter. You okay doing what you need to do on Gloves’ sister? Considering I know how tight you and he are, and if you liked her in school… Those feelings might still be there.”

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