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County is my town. No one controls Chaos Bleeds. I’m president of my
fucking club, and yet I’m supposed to take fucking orders from a bastard pimp?
A foreign fucking pimp at that, bastard!” Devil
slammed his fist against the desk.
    “We’re all a little pissed,” Pussy said.
    “He shot Jerry in front of our fucking women,” Vincent
said. Tiny hadn’t seen Vincent on the road in years. The fact he was here put
Tiny on the alert. Nothing got Vincent to leave his town unless he thought
there was a real threat. The man had pulled his act together since meeting
Phoebe.
    “This fucker made sure my name was mentioned?” Tiny
asked.
    “He made sure to tell me how scary you were.” Devil
stood, pacing the small office. All of his men were outside waiting for the
news. Devil showing up with six of his men was enough to put them all on the
alert. Since Alan, Zero’s enemy, had taken them by storm, the whole club had
tried to stay out of trouble. Now, Devil was bringing them a shitload of
trouble, and Tiny didn’t like it.
    “Have there been any sightings of him in town?” Tiny
asked, turning to Alex.
    “None that I
know of. Ned refuses to help. Frederick is not a man you fuck
over without getting killed. His orders are to stay away. He wants Eva out of
the line of fire. If you can’t stay away from him, Ned wants Eva and the kids
in Vegas with him.” Alex stood beside his desk.
    “I’d never put my woman in danger. He needs to stop
worrying about my woman and start taking care of his boys.” Tiny cursed as he
thought about his woman’s father. Ned Walker was a pain in the fucking ass, but
Tiny loved Eva, and unfortunately for him, they came together. “What does he
want you to do?” Tiny asked.
    Pussy leaned forward. “We’ve got a drug run. He wants
us to ship coke across states.”
    “We do that anyway. Our drug runs bring in the cash.”
Tiny didn’t do drugs, but he did move them for a hefty price. He moved the
product to make sure it stayed out of his fucking town.
    “We’ve got to transfer it out of Mexico, across the
border and get it to a contact in Vegas.”
    Leaning back, Tiny cursed. No one in their right mind
would ever agree to something that dangerous. If they get caught it would be
life in prison easily.
    “He’s insane.”
    “That’s not half of it,” Devil said. “He’s got a
shipment of girls as well coming in from Europe. He wants them working in our
clubs, and we’re to put them straight to work. Some of them are not the right
fucking age.”
    “How do you know this if all you’ve got to deal with
is the drug runs?” Tiny asked.
    “We’ve got a woman on the inside. She’s putting her
life at risk to get us all the information we need.” Devil rubbed his eyes. “My
gut is telling me this shit is bad. The worst we’ve ever faced. Gonzalez will
not stop with us. He’s up to something, something fucking big.”
    “This shit is not mine, Devil.”
    “We’ve helped you deal with your own shit for fucking
years,” Death said, speaking up. “Do not turn your fucking back on us when we
need you.”
    “One of our men fucked up. I’m not going to let him
carry this around.”
    Tiny let out a sigh. He knew all about what Curse did.
Anyone of them would have killed the bastard for hurting their woman.
    “I’m not backing down from this fight. I promise you,
The Skulls will be with you.” He shouted for Whizz to enter. The other brother
walked in. The change in Whizz was scary. Instead of having a drink and losing
himself in women, Whizz trained daily. The muscles were thick and corded. The
other day Tiny had to order a different size jacket just for it to fit around
Whizz’s arms he’d gotten so large. He wasn’t overweight, but he could compete
with the best of the weightlifters.
    “Fucking hell, you bring him around to Piston County,
pussy will be jumping all over him,” Pussy said.
    The Skulls knew that Whizz was not over what happened
to him. The scars