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“Looking forward to that,” muttered Catch.

I clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Good work.”

His back straightened. “Thanks, Prez.”

One of the girls brought him a beer, and Catch slapped her ass, laughing as she strut away, heading back to the couch where he’d left her earlier. She sat in the other’s girl’s lap, spreading her legs for him. Catch chuckled. It was a dark sound. He was drowning himself tonight—in violence, in booze, in sex. But his eyes told me the raw sting remained, still burned.

“Go, enjoy your party.”

“Yeah.” Catch swallowed a mouthful of beer and strode off.

“Prez!” Den came up to me, his teeth scraping across his lip.

“Where’ve you been holed up? You deserve a break. What’s with you?”

“I caught interference in the area today.”

“Meaning?”

“I’ve been trying out this new detection equipment since this whole thing with Creeper started—”

“Yeah?”

“Someone was out there today. I picked up on them and then they disappeared. Been following up, trying to trace it, find it, but I can’t.”

“You’re sure?”

“They were out there, Prez, and they were watching us.”

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Urgent beeping in the darkslammed into my rush, cutting in on my driving rhythm.

An emergency text from Drac.Dammit.

I pulled out of the girl and, reaching over her, grabbed my blinking cell phone on her nightstand. My dick groaned as she groaned underneath me, smashing her face in the crumpled sheets, her ass remaining in the air.

The One-Eyed Jacks had taken Catch and beaten him, but now he was back at the Farm.

What the fuck?

It’d been almost five months since Jill and Catch had broken up. Tonight, he’d gone to Meager to visit his daughter and his mother. How did he end up tangling with the Jacks?

My hand went to my straining, unsatisfied cock. Nothing like a case of blue balls at two in the morning. I yanked off the condom. Samantha sat up at the sound of the snapping rubber, a hand in her messy hair. She was a new hanger-on who’d caught my eye at our local bar last night.

“Gotta go.” Getting out of the bed, I snatched up my clothes from the floor and got dressed again.

“You’re leaving?” she asked, her voice unsteady.

“Yeah.”

“Well, um, it’s not that late.” She pushed her long red hair away from her face, her full tits visible in the hazy candle light. “If you get done, you should come back tonight. You know, if you want.”

I only let out a grunt as I slid my boots on.

My aching, unhappy cock twitched at the invite, but I knew damn well that getting some sleep in my own bed if I got the chance would be more important after this new headache with Catch.

I got on my bike and headed to the Farm where grim faces greeted me in the clubroom. Drac inspected a bloodied and bruised Catch who was stretched out on the sofa.

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