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keep a grip on our territory if everyone thinks we’re dying like flies.”
    “Surge ain’t dead, and how would they find out?”
    Rifle shuts his mouth and purses his lips. His eyes avoid mine, and he fumes. I shake my head. “Unless you’re going around bragging to people.”
    “People see shit, Bomb, and they talk.” He shoves me back one more time and walks over to the other men, who seem somewhat relieved to see him. I’d rejoin them, but can already feel Rifle’s dagger-eyes on me. No use in fighting it.
    I spit on the floor and walk out.
    I climb onto my motorcycle and start it. The engine howls and revs to life, before chugging along with a satisfying drone. I fish out my wallet and pull out the ID from the woman at the accident. Cassie Clements. I recite her address and nod, remembering the area, almost with a pang of nostalgia. I can’t make my little house visit just yet though. I’m glad none of the guys asked about the driver. Maybe they figured I riled her up enough when we talked. Truth is, I feel a little riled up about her.
    I still don’t know why Surge darted off like that. I had just cleared the intersection then he came out of no where and nearly got himself killed. I have to visit Surge. What am I going to tell him if he asks about the driver? Will he demand we skin her alive? It isn’t outside his idea of justice, and a long time ago, mine too. But...
    . . .
    I park my bike at the hospital, and turn my leather vest inside out, hiding the colors. I knew there was a reason I got it reversible. With my patches hidden from prying eyes, I head into the doors of the ER and find where Surge is being kept.
    The receptionist tells me that Daniel Trenski is staying on the second floor, which is a relief. At least he’s not in the intensive care unit.
    After wandering through the halls and getting my fair share of strange looks from some of the staff and other patients, I finally find his room. His name is lazily written on a piece of paper outside the door. Driver is inside, and he’s talking with Surge. Thank god, he’s actually awake. I don’t have to wait all night for him to come to in some movie-fashion. I step inside, and both of their eyes turn to me. A bright smile cracks Surge’s face, and he invites me closer. Without his leathers on, he looks absolutely ancient. The large purple bruises that are creeping up his chest don’t help.
    “Logan,” Surge says, somewhat teasingly. “The doctors got me loaded up on some experimental pain medication, I don’t know what that means, but it feels real nice.” Driver chuckles a little and gives me a look that tells me he’s over our little dispute. I can’t blame him, he was just worried after all.
    “Glad you’re not dead,” I say. I crash into the bedside chair and lean in close, examining the cuts on his face. “Surprised your brain wasn’t hanging outta your skull, to be honest.”
    “Yeah, me too.” Surge looks to Driver. “Derrick, go see if you can find a nurse to get me some more of this drug, it’s running low or something. I don’t care what you tell her.” Driver nods and dashes out the door.
    I lower my voice and lean in closer. “Surge, be straight with me, how much shit did I get myself into? Because those men back at the bar were acting like school children.”
    “They’re fresh scabs,” Surge says. He smiles a little. “Not everyone was as stone cold as you were at their age.”
    “Still. What about this drug thing? I thought I was joining an experienced club...”
    Surge frowns. “You did. Don’t worry about it. I’ll have Tank handle it if I’m still in here. The doctors say it could be a couple of days, but I’m lucky. Or something. No bones broken or anything, which I can’t believe.” I didn’t even notice. I stare down at his legs, which are hidden under a blanket. “Something about the bumper just melted right around my leg, can’t believe it myself...” he trails off, and I take the