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shirt was untucked. Rolls of blubber peeked out from underneath the loose edge.
     
    The stripper was a babe with big, perky tits that rose into pointed nipples. Her ass waggled around the g-string she wore. The man whispered in her ear and cackled. She pretended to laugh along with him, but I could see the disgust in her eyes.
     
    They both hated each other, really. But they were willing to suck each other dry for everything the other one had.
     
    I watched as they kept talking for a bit. The man’s hand crept higher and higher up the chick’s leg, like he was hoping he’d just be able to sneak it in her pussy without paying for it. A couple times she picked it up and placed it down closer to her knee, but that was just staving off the inevitable.
     
    I hailed the bartender and told him to get me another shot and a beer. When they came, I tossed the shot down my gullet and sucked down the brew.
     
    Marriage. Jesus Christ. Me, Blaze, getting stuck to some broad I didn’t even know until the day I finally shit myself and said goodbye to this goddamn world. I couldn’t believe how unlucky I was.
     
    The shittiest part was that I knew I didn’t have a choice. There were lives on the line here. The Diablos were damn near to getting out of control, and us Houston boys weren’t enough to take them down on our own. Meanwhile, the cartel council had gotten finicky lately, scared of some unwanted attention from the media and the Mexican government. They’d decided to lie low—no firefights, no major unrest, just keep everything nice and tranquilo , that’s what they wanted.
     
    Pussies. I spat on the floor next to me.
     
    That left the Inked Angels as the last line of defense between this fragile peace and all-out mayhem. And just like Croak had said, neither charter could handle those crazy fuckin’ Diablos on our own. We needed each other.
     
    Enter: me, everyone’s favorite sacrificial fuckin’ lamb.
     
    “Another shot, hombre,” I called down the bar. Fuck, I was getting hammered. No time like the present, I guessed. Might as well enjoy the last of my freedom while I still had the chance.
     
    “Actually, two more,” I said. “I’m gettin’ married next week, so I’m doing my damnedest to kill myself before then. So as a matter of fact, just keep ’em coming,” I told the bartender. He nodded and did like he was told.
     
    I looked back at the man and his stripper. I saw a flash of gold on his left hand.
     
    “Ay, you poor old fucker,” I yelled to him over the music. “How’s marriage?”
     
    The man gave me a cross-eyed look. “Fuck off,” he told me.
     
    I laughed. This dumbass didn’t know what he was getting himself into.
     
    “Aw, c’mon now, pal!” I said, sidling over to stand in front of him. “Tell me all ’bout it! It seems like marriage is going real well for you, seeing as I’m sure this is your wife you’re hangin’ out with, isn’t it?”
     
    The sarcasm didn’t register. “Didn’t I tell you to fuck off?” the man huffed at me.
     
    I grinned. “Well, you might have, but I’m a little drunk, so why don’t you tell me again?”
     
    The man stared blankly at me. “Fuck off, you—” He couldn’t get the rest of the words out of his mouth before I’d smashed down the beer bottle in my hand on his dome. Glass shattered and blood started to pour from the man’s scalp. He screamed and threw the girl off his lap, clapping his hands over his head.
     
    “Are you fucking insane?” he wailed. Blood streamed between his fingers. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
     
    I grabbed his tie and jerked it up to his neck. His eyes bulged as he started to choke. I lifted him up by the throat and slammed him against the wall.
     
    I brought my face just inches away from the man’s and stared him down. I could see the panic erupting within him.
     
    “Listen to me, you dumb fuck,” I hissed. “I’m an Inked Angel, do you know what that means?”
     
    He tried