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whore’s body.
    “I don’t know. I’ve got a feeling he’s trying to put a
wedge between us and The Skulls.”
    “Good way to go about it. Make us afraid to trust Tiny
and his crew.” Death shook his head. “Where are you going?”
    “I’m heading out. If we’re going on lockdown, I’m
getting some road time in. I need to clear my head before it’s trapped in the
same place.”
    Closing the door, he left Death to the whore he was
fucking. Pulling out his keys, he headed down to the main part of the clubhouse
as Devil was coming upstairs.
    “What’s Tiny got to say about it?” Pussy asked.
    “He says it’s all lies.”
    “And you don’t believe him?” Leaning against the wall,
Pussy noticed how tired his president looked. Settling down was supposed to
have been fun. This was more stress than being on the road all the time.
    “I don’t know what to believe. Frederick is a complete
bastard, but he warned me that not all is well in Tiny’s crew. Either way, I don’t trust Frederick. He clearly has an end game, and I
want no part in it. The last thing we need right now is to start causing
problems with Tiny. I happen to like the bastard.”
    “We’ve dealt with members turning on each other. It’s
what you and Tiny did with The Darkness.”
    “The Darkness didn’t deserve loyalty. They were a
bunch of fucking rapists. That situation is different from now. Tiny wouldn’t
risk his club or his woman’s life. Stop worrying about what Frederick said. He
was supposed to take care of Ashley, yet he killed her. Shit, I’ve got too much
shit to lose. I’ve got to go and think.” Devil pushed past him.
    “You know, this could just be shit to make us weak. We
fight Tiny, they fight us, and we cull each other. Then Frederick sweeps in and
takes out the rest of us. Have you thought about that?”
    “I’ve thought of everything, Pussy. I don’t know what
to think anymore.” Devil stopped talking and made his way upstairs.
    Conversation was terminated.
    Blowing out a breath, Pussy ignored the bitches
cleaning and went back to the parking lot. Straddling his bike, he turned on
the engine and pulled out of the compound. He needed a clear head to help his
president, as otherwise he’d be no good.
    Being part of Chaos Bleeds came with a price. Pussy
knew that the moment he signed up to the club over ten years ago. He had been twenty-three
years old, and he’d won a fight in a bar when Devil offered him a place in the
club. To earn extra cash, Pussy had fought in any underground fighting
competition he could. Even back then, his reputation of loving pussy preceded
him. His fighting name was Pussy, making a lot of fighters think he wasn’t
great in the ring. He soon shut them up once he started hitting and didn’t stop.
    Pussy was out on the open road for over an hour before
the hunger hit him and he realized he’d not eaten a thing for breakfast.
Turning back, he headed toward the diner for some food. The ride hadn’t cleared
his head enough, but some food might help.
    ****
    Kenneth had left her alone in the diner. Sasha wanted
to go to the library, but instead he’d left her in the diner, and she was too
scared to make it over the road to the library. The women who served her food
and drink didn’t give her more time than was necessary. The noise kept her
rooted to the spot. She pulled out her music player, placed the headphones in,
and turned her music on. Moving slowly, she reached out to take the cup of hot
chocolate and brought it to her lips. The liquid was warm.
    She kept her sunglasses on inside the diner. Being on
her own, she didn’t want to be caught staring when she couldn’t see anything.
    Tapping her finger on the table, she bounced her head
in time to the music. What was the point in bringing her out of the house if he
was only going to leave her like this?  
    Sasha knew why. It was just another side to his
cruelty. This was why she could never be alone again. The fear of what