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tomorrow.”
     
    “Will do, Mom. Goodnight.” I sighed and set down the phone. Ariel yawned and I agreed with her.
     
    I had talked with my mom for so long that the Chinese food had gotten cold. I put some chow mein on a plate along with spicy pork and popped it in the microwave. I crumpled up the coupons that came with the food and threw them across the room. Ariel wiggled her butt and bolted towards the front door, batting the paper ball across the carpet. That cat loved the most basic toys.
     
    The microwave dinged and I sat down on the carpet with my food in the middle of the living room. I had no couch, coffee table, or chairs yet. But I had a TV. An old Sony box that didn't work with the remote anymore so you would have to get up any time you wanted to change the channel or the volume.
     
    I flicked on the tube and scanned the limited amount of channels I got. My favorite show was on—Friends. I'd seen this episode a hundred times and it never failed to make me laugh. Joey was auditioning for a game show host and Ross and Chandler were playing the fake contestants. The game had the most ridiculous rules but by the end of the episode, they were addicted. Chandler screamed out, “This is the best game...ever!”
     
    Ariel lay next to my legs, purring and rubbing her face against my knee. I ate my spicy pork in my empty apartment, giggling at the TV. My mom was wrong, I didn't need a man to enjoy life. I had my dream job and everyone be damned for thinking a woman can't do it.

Chapter Seven
     
Caleb

The Black Widows rarely ever made it to the east side of Sacks County. The Mexicans owned the land and would shoot dead any other MC that stepped foot on their side. We'd do the same to them. But as we rode on our Harleys down the alley, past the line of Mexicans on their bikes, I knew the ceasefire had worked.
     
    I had called The Death Merchants the day before notifying them that I was the new head of the Black Widow MC. I suggested a meet up with Garcia to see if we could come to some kind of an agreement. I knew that going into the lion's den meant a possible ambush but it was worth the risk.
     
    The Death Merchants set up the meeting for the next afternoon at a junkyard on their turf. The smart move would be negotiating on neutral ground but I wanted them to feel comfortable—like they held all the cards. The rest of the MC tried to get me to change my mind but I told them it was essential for moving forward. Tanner backed me up and here we are.
     
    I rode in front, leading the charge into the junkyard. Tanner was right behind me while Slade, Dylan, and a couple prospects held the rear. Old burnt-out cars were piled high on top of each other and the crusher in the back was destroying a car into little bits. We came to a blockade of Mexicans and motorcycles. One of them told us to leave the bikes and the guns. I nodded that it was all right and left my Glock at my Harley.
     
    A group of Mexicans frisked each one of us before letting us through to an open area. We were completely surrounded by the enemy. Guns were trained on us from every angle. It wasn't going to be easy to get out of here alive.
     
    Garcia came through the crowd and approached me. He rubbed his tiny black mustache and his black eye patch was as scary as ever. “What happened to Mason? He get too much dick in his ass and can't walk anymore?” The Death Merchants all chuckled.
     
    I grasped Garcia's hand as hard as I could. “Mason is at home pounding your mama. He's retiring because her pussy is just too good to resist.” Silence befell the crowd. I stared Garcia in the eye as his upper lip twitched. A small smile formed on his face and I knew I had him.
     
    “You're a son of a bitch, you know that, Caleb.” He gripped my hand hard and let go. Everyone collectively relaxed. I knew how to deal with Garcia by watching Mason over the years. You needed to push back—but not too much.
     
    “Can we talk business now, Garcia? I know you