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The entire room groaned.

“Thought you got us out of that?” Monk groaned.

Pence smiled. “Nope. In fact, Kali has been on my ass about it all week. Hope all of you have practiced, ‘cause we’re playing the LPD tomorrow at noon.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked.

“Pence likes to punish us. He signs the club up for all kinds of charity shit in town,” Kansas said, sneering at his V.P.

“You can’t blame me for this one. It’s been in the books for the last few months. You all knew about it. Besides, if you guys don’t want to take part, you can let Kali know that her new charity, the Diamond House, won’t have any representation.”

The room grumbled.

Looking about the room, I asked, “Do any of you know how to play baseball?”

When the brothers all looked at me, I grinned. “This might be fun.”

I was wrong.

This was not fun.

As much as I prayed for rain, the sun was shining down heavily. It was going to be another scorcher here in southwestern Oklahoma. To make matters worse, it looked like damn near the whole town showed up for the show.

Looking around the dugout, I watched as brothers grimaced and complained about everything they could think about to get out of walking out onto that field.

It was just a fucking baseball game.

It wasn’t brain surgery.

However, when I looked at the field, I could clearly see we had a severe handicap. There was no way we were walking away from this shit unscathed.

Our humiliation was imminent.

“This isn’t going to end well,” Ashe gaped in horror at what stood before us, and I agreed. I mean, I knew how to play, but holy shit. The LPD looked like a professional team.

“I think you’re right,” I groaned, looking at the field before me.

How in the hell did Kansas let Kali and Pence talk him into this shit? We were bikers, not baseball players. To make matters worse, we were wearing the bright pink club t-shirts she purchased for us.

PINK!

The only thing keeping it on my back was the club’s emblem on the front of our shirts with my sister’s farm logo.

“If we tackle them to the ground, is that considered assault?” Blackjack asked, looking at a few of the cops on the field, grinning evilly.

Monk shook his head. “This is baseball, Blackjack.”

“I never played baseball. I played football.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Kansas said, before anyone got into an argument. “We are doing this for Kali. Plain and simple. You all know how much this charity means to her and we all agreed to take part. So, suck it up and let’s just get through this day with what dignity we have left.”

“Our dignity fled the second we stepped out of the clubhouse, Prez. We’re wearing pink!” I whined, as I tugged on the pink shirt like it was burning my skin.

“Don’t know what you all are bitching about,” Trigger grinned, walking over with a baseball bat resting on his shoulder. “I’m rocking this color. Isn’t that right, Hellraiser?”

“Yep!” Kali’s daughter smiled happily up at her best friend. Wearing the same shirt as the rest of us, Hellraiser embellished her outfit with a sparkly tutu, pink and black pom-poms in her hands and black biker boots. She looked adorable.

“Did anyone practice?” Pence asked, looking around the dugout.

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