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I nodded my head at her as she went back inside, leaving me to finish my cigarette in peace. My thoughts drifted to Apache's daughter, and how I'd pictured her sucking me off in Tammy's place.

I made sure to know everything about the Forsaken. Since they were our biggest rivals, we needed to know their strengths and weaknesses, and that included their family. But once the girl left for LA, we hadn't really kept tabs on her like we did Raleigh and Jameson. I couldn't even remember her fucking name.

I wondered if she was sticking around for good or if she’d just come into town for Blackhawk's funeral. I told myself that I was thinking about her because she was Apache's daughter and we needed to dig up intel on her since she was back in town, but that wasn't entirely true. She was the hottest chick I'd ever seen, with thick thighs and an ass for days, and damn if I didn't want her.

I pushed the thoughts from my mind. I had responsibilities as the president of my club. I couldn't go fucking some pretty, young thing and put my brothers at risk because I wanted to get my dick wet. There was plenty of pussy in the sea, especially when you ran a brothel.

I went back inside and got another beer, then joined the guys playing pool. We played a couple of games before the guys started breaking off to go fuck the girls.

I finished my beer, then went in search of Tammy. I needed a good fuck to get my mind off Apache's daughter, and she was always down to oblige.

I found her with my prospect, Trey, in one of the rooms. “Get lost, maggot,” I boomed.

He scrambled to pull his pants up before quickly leaving the room. Smart kid.

Tammy smiled as I walked over to her. “I wasn't sure you'd come see me again tonight.”

I pulled her to me. “Looks like it's your lucky night.”

She draped her arms around my neck and kissed me. “How do you want me, baby?”

I pushed her down on the bed, trying not to think about a certain redhead as I climbed on top of her.

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The next day, we had our weekly church to discuss business. Dimes went over our numbers from all our dealings, which included the shop, our drug and gun sales, Harlot's, runs, and bounty contracts.

I filled the guys in on the drop that night. We always met at an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. Usually, the cartel sent four or five guys when we did our deals, and we had triple that easy, so we shouldn't have any issue in case shit went down.

“So these cunts think they can raise their prices on us. We're going to show them who's in charge.”

A few grunts of agreement answered me as I continued, “We're gonna rough 'em up a bit, pay them the usual, and send them packing. If shit gets real, don't hesitate to handle business. We'll deal with the repercussions if we have to.” I didn't have any problem killing cartel roaches.

My brothers all nodded, accepting the plan.

“They'll be there at midnight. Be ready and have your guard up at all times.” I turned to AK. “Make sure everyone has a piece.”

“Cowboy and I will handle the exchange. Don't do anything unless we do.”

We arrived early to make sure we had the upper hand for what was about to go down. The cartel showed up at midnight on the dot. I recognized most of the guys from previous drops, but there were a couple of new faces.

We had a duffel bag of money open on a rusty old table we'd set up in the middle of the warehouse. The cartel thug in charge eyed the bag, then glanced up at me. “We agreed on double.”

“About that,” I approached, whipping my hand out to grab his throat. “I've changed my mind.”

My men were on theirs like white on rice as I slammed the cartel asshole's head on the table. I took my new Bowie knife out and dragged it across his cheek. He cried out in pain as blood trickled behind the path of my blade. “You may be able to raise your prices with other clubs, but not with the Suicide Kings.”

I heard the sounds of fighting behind me, but trusted that my men were handling their shit. The man beneath my blade cursed at me in a mix of Spanish and English. “You'll pay for this, puto.”

I chuckled, lifting him off the table, then shoved him away and pulled out my X9. Cowboy walked over with the goods and nodded at me.

“Take the money and get the fuck out of here before I change my mind about killing you,” I threatened.

I kept my eyes and pistol trained on the cartel scumbag as he stared me down. “Tell your boss that the deal stays as is or we find another supplier.”

After a few tense seconds, he grabbed the bag of money and headed for the exit. “Vamanos!”

Cowboy smirked. “Well, that went well.”

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