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“So, Dog knew Czar?” Frank asked.

The kid nodded. “Seemed that way to me.”

“King,” Priest said, walking over to me. “I don’t like this. They are telling the truth. Whoever this Czar is, has a hard on for this club. The true sons of hell? That’s you brother. You, Pyro and Gunner. You three are the true sons. What if Dog knew this fucker and tried to warn us? My bet is the fucker had Dog killed.”

“Priest is right, Prez,” Frank added. “It’s the only thing that makes sense. Dog wrote that letter the day before he passed away. My gut is telling me that Dog knew the real identity of Czar and set things in motion to protect Venom, only it got him killed.”

“But why Bailey? Why threaten her?”

“Because she knows what he looks like,” the kid said, getting my attention. “She was there when Dog threatened Czar. She laughed.”

“Priest, go find Scribe. He should be back by now. Have him get these two fucks to give a description of this Czar. Then have Enigma run the sketch into the database. I want to know what this fuck looks like. Something isn’t right here, and I don’t like it.”

“What about Venom?” Priest asked. “Until we clear this mess up, she’s still in danger.”

“I’ll take care of Bailey.”

Chapter Eleven

Bailey

I was sitting in one of my chairs scratching my healing fingers when the front door opened, the chime above the door alerting me. Looking up from where I was sitting, I scowled. There, standing in my shop, was a tall, thin man wearing faded blue jeans and a yellowing white shirt that had seen better days. His greased black hair looked slicker than snot, and when the fucker smiled, I cringed. His teeth were as yellow as corn flour and I just fucking knew smelled like trouble. He had fucking sleazy written all over him. “The sign on the door said closed asshole. Can’t you read?”

The man stopped and smiled. “Guess you should have locked it, then.”

“Get out.”

“I’m looking for Avonleigh Rose Bailey?”

“Nobody here by that name.” I lied, ignoring the slimy fuck as I continued to scratch my hand.

God, I couldn’t wait until this cast was off.

“Why don’t you be a sweetheart and go get her for me?”

“Why don’t you kiss my ass? Are you deaf or just hard of hearing? Said no one is here by that name. Now get the fuck out of my shop!” I shouted, getting to my feet. “Or do I need to escort you myself?”

The man chuckled. “You and what army?”

“Motherfucker,” I growled, walking right up to the pencil thin fucker. “Get out of my shop right now before I call the cops.”

Before I could reach for the shop phone, the fucker grabbed my arm. “Look cunt, I want that bitch and you are going to find her for me. I have a message from Vernetta Bailey and I ain’t leaving until I give it to her.”

What the fuck now?

First Ray and now this ignorant fuck.

How the fuck were these bastards finding me?

“I said no one is here by that name.”

The slimy bastard licked his lips. “Then you’ll do.”

“I’ll do what?” I asked, a tinge of fear trickling down my spine.

“Deliver my message.”

I knew that sinister look in his eyes. I’d seen it before growing up when drugged out meth heads would leer at me, rubbing themselves. I wasn’t stupid. I knew what he meant and if this fuck thought for one second, I’d roll over and play nice, he had another thing coming. “You even think about it, and I’ll cut your balls off and hang them over my door.”

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