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Everyone shook their heads.

“It can’t be that hard,” Widow said, sitting on the bench drinking a beer. “You take a bat and hit the ball. Just think of those cops’ faces as the ball. Instead of whack-a-mole, it’s whack-a-pig.”

“We are not whacking any cops!” Kansas groaned, as Whisper cracked open his beer.

“Where did you get those?”

“Found ‘em,” both club enforcers said at the same time, clicking their beer cans together.

“Where?”

Whisper grinned. “In the LPD dugout.”

“You stole their beer!”

Widow smirked. “Was easy too. Just used Lips to distract that pretty officer chick.”

“Where is Lips?”

Whisper smirked. “He’s reading that pretty cop her rights.”

Rolling his eyes, I could tell Kansas was about to lose his shit when his beautiful wife walked over with the mayor of Lawton. “Hello, boys. Are you all ready to have some fun?”

The groans were plentiful.

The mayor stepped forward and shook Kansas’ hand. “Kansas, I can’t thank you and your club enough for doing this. The Diamond House is already helping so many kids. What your club is doing is a testament to who you men are. We are proud to have your club as part of our town. If there is anything I can do for you in the future, just let me know.”

“Can you get us out of this game?” Ashe said, rushing over.

The mayor laughed while he shook his head before walking away.

Just then, we all heard the announcer say. “Let’s play ball!”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Shadow

Lying in bed next to my woman as she slept, I tried to forget the ass-kicking we received today at the Lawton Ball Park.

It was a massacre and thankfully no one got arrested, even when Widow kept hitting the batter, or when Monk tackled a runner coming into home to stop him from scoring.

Yeah, bikers played by their own set of rules.

In the end, the game was still a success and not only did Kali’s charity, Diamond House, make a boatload of money, but my sister’s Herbal Farm received new contracts for their goods.

Overall, it was a win.

For the women at least.

Joan’s radio station covered the game and though I would have rather had her on the sidelines with the other women so I could keep an eye on her, I heard her over the loudspeaker as she and another business owner in town called out the game.

Turning my head, I looked at the chair under the window and stared at the Diamondback cut with my name on it.

I still couldn’t believe I was a Diamondback brother.

Not just a club brother, but an officer, their intel officer.

Don’t know how that happened or why the club voted to let me in, but it was done. Never thought for a damn second that my life would end in the very place where it all technically started.

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