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The man is a crying, quivering mess on the floor. Blood coats his face, and hands. Savage is smoking, a cigarette hanging from his mouth.

“Him and his friend sold the tires to some company in Tempe. Got good money too, from all his snotty bragging.”

I glare at the prick on the floor. “You owe the club that money plus interest. I want it delivered to the club by the end of tomorrow.” I kick his foot. “We got to roll out. Pres needs us back.”

Savage nods, before going down onto his haunches, the man flinching back from his imposing frame.

“Remember that no one will find your body. I love endangered plants.”

Savage follows me out of the motel room and we sling our legs over our bikes.

“Do you think he will deliver the money?” Savage asks me.

“No doubt, brother.” I wink at him and we ride toward the clubhouse.

Parking our bikes, we dismount, heading straight inside and to the room where we hold church. The brothers are already sitting around waiting, including Logan.

“Why is the pretty prospect here?” Savage winks at Logan while lowering himself into his seat.

I take the chair to the right of Racer.

Logan, to my fucking surprise, blows a kiss to Savage, who chuckles, then pulls out his trusty blade and starts digging into the large leather cuff on his wrist.

“We got information about the crew that the prospect’s old friends are involved with, and there is some extra shit that I donot want to fucking deal with but will have to. The crew is linked to an MC that is from out of state. The Deadly Dwellers.”

“Never heard of them,” I reply.

The brothers all shake their heads, except Savage.

“They are reckless fuckers. Had a run in with them years ago, before I joined the club. They think they are owed everything by anyone who is within range,” comes his gruff reply.

His face shows just how much this club pissed him off. Savage is normally a laid back kind of guy, and maybe he likes to fuck and is deeply interested in anything horror or linked to death, but we are lucky to have him.

“You had a run win with them and they are still breathing? You’re losing your touch, brother,” Forge jokes and Savage lowers his head, his eyes giving off an evil glint while he laughs.

“I never said the ones I had a run in with lived.” He winks.

“Fucker.” Forge laughs.

“Prospect, you are up.” Logan pushes himself off the wall, standing at the end of the table, looking at each and every one so us before focusing on Pres.

“An old friend got in touch with me; he found out that the crew that Vinny and Valarie were with got mixed up with an MC. It was because of them that Vinnie got sent down, not just the Street Thug crew. So when they protected her from that gang who came looking for their money from Vinnie, the ST crew didn’t tell her that they were in bed with the Deadly Dwellers MC. Now she is stuck, the SAA has claimed her.” He grinds out the last part, that information making his blood boil— I can see it.

His cheeks fill with a rage blush, his nostrils flare and his fists are tight at his sides.

Racer stares at the prospect, not saying anything; hell, none of us speaks up. We wait for what Pres is going to say. Racer is a calculated president, he knows what needs to be done.

“So, you want to save this girl?”

“I do. She is why I transferred here.” He looks down at his boots.

“So, guilt brought you here?” Logan’s head snaps up, his narrowed eyes on Pres. “Tell me something, prospect. Would you have come here if she was not in trouble? If she meant something to you, do you think that you would come here just to be with her?”

He thinks on it for second, letting Pres’s words sink in.

Logan is very calm, rarely shows emotion on the outside, but I know the type of person he is. He will deal with things his way, and not drag anyone down with him. From what I have seen he people watches, seeing what makes them flip their shit, or smile.

He reminds me of Finan, but in a more sociable way.

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