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Prologue

Tank

Ihave to hand it to Chewy, when she throws a baby shower, she really goes all out. The pregnant women are all perched in their Game of Thrones-eque chairs, complete with dildos where the swords should be. Chewy is wearing her baby gator Chomper in a damn front pack and Lovely is crying over some baby motorcycle boots. So a pretty standard day at DRMC.

“Ah Pres, you have a visitor,” Jimmy calls out to Marx, everyones heads turning to the door.

“Moss? Did Chewy invite you?” Pres asks, shaking hands with Sergeant Davies who seems slightly distracted.

“Are those penis decorations?”

“Yup, and a vag cake,” Chewy answers.

Sergeant Davies stares at her and then points, “Is that an alligator?”

“Yup. His name’s Chomper. Cute, huh?”

He squints at her before shaking himself. “Sorry, Marx, this isn’t a social call. I need to take in one of your men.”

What the fuck?

Marx stands straight, larger than ever. The men with Ol Ladies all edge closer to their women, the rest of us closing ranks in case shit goes down.

“Who?” Marx demands.

“Tyson Sword. He’s been accused of assault and battery.”

What. The. Actual. Fuck?

There’s an uproar as the room loses it. My stomach drops into my ass, even though I know I haven’t been in a fight for fucking years. I work at Devil’s Big Tow, live at the clubhouse, and rarely go out looking for strange. The amount of opportunities I would have to beat someone to pulp is next to nil.

Marx lets out a piercing whistle, calling us to order. “Tank?”

I walk toward Davies and my Pres, coming to a stop in front of my friend and leader. “I didn’t do whatever I’ve been accused of.”

“I know, brother. We’ll get this sorted out.”

Pres turns to glare at Sergeant Davies who raises his hands, placating him. “I know Johnny, the source sounds sketchy, but we have to investigate no matter if it’s a nuisance call or not.”

“Take care of my man, you hear me? Anything less and I’ll be coming for you,” Pres says in all seriousness, holding Davies’ gaze.

A lesser man would have shit themselves by now. Instead, Davies just smiles. “I know you will.”

He turns to leave, indicating I take the lead, not even cuffing me. “Oh Marx?” Davies swings around once more, leaving me to wait for him. “Better call Maxine, so she can have my balls. Again.” He rolls his eyes and then gestures to the door.

“Wire?”

“On it already, Pres,” Wire replies, the phone held up to his ear presumably on the phone with his Momma.

Davies nods his head at them both and follows me out the door. I get a feeling the man knows this is bullshit, but isjust doing his job. That’s why I don’t give him too much shit and decide to listen like a good little boy and follow all the instructions.

“I’ll try to get this sorted as soon as, OK?” he says, coming up alongside me before stopping abruptly.

I know exactly what’s stopped him in his tracks.

“What’s with the sand and dildos?” He asks, pointing to the area Chewy has cordoned off.

“It’s Chewy’s ‘dongsai’ garden.”

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