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throw around the fact that he’d been married for decades, while Sax’s one brief union had ended in tragedy. “That’s great, Leo. But listen, I’m serious as a bag of Rottweilers. You can’t be exposing the club to that sort of bullshit. You might think sweetbutts are mindless, brainless robots here to pleasure us. But when they get riled, they can rise up, man.”
    Leo chuckled. “The Rise of the Sweetbutts. Sounds like a great movie, Sax, but never gonna happen. They’re happy here! Where else can they get treated like this—free food, a roof over their head, a built-in family they go everywhere with? These chicks are from the streets. Their only other option is, well, selling themselves on a street corner. You’ve got to admit. None of them will win any IQ awards.”
    Sax frowned. “I think you underestimate them, brother . Remember that sweetbutt Lorna who left us to get her master’s in psychology?”
    Leo chuckled. “Oh, right. The soft sciences, as you would say. Don’t you still look down on that shit? So she became a shrink to analyze other sluts’ problems? Listen. Believe me when I say I’ve got things under control. Tormenta went back to his place in Prescott. He’s not about to start making a habit of cutting up whores. I’m sure it was a one-time deal. She bit his dick while giving him a blowjob. I’m sure my saintly son here didn’t tell you that part.”
    Harte started huffing and puffing, but Sax broke in. “Listen, Leo. You exiled me, but I still have a stake in this club. Besides the fact that it’s in my blood, I still have voting rights, I still have all the rights of any hometown fully-patched member. And I’m here to register my fucking skepticism of this Tormenta asshole. I’ve worked with him before, in case you forget. I once saw him take an axe and hack off the legs of two teenagers who stole about two large from a stash house. He’s a sadist , Leo, I mean in the true sense of the word, as in the Marquis deSade.”
    Leo chuckled, pleased with himself. “Oh, not like your sort of sadism. There’s a fine line between hacking off someone’s leg and whipping their ass.”
    Anger tightened Sax’s jaw. “Well, yes,” he said thinly. He wasn’t here to educate his moronic brother in the details of the BDSM world. He was just sorry that the idiot knew about his involvement to begin with. Years ago, Sax had run into some associate of theirs at The Racquet Club, Flagstaff’s most notorious bondage club. Despite the fact that the guy was trussed in a latex harness while standing in a jail cell cage, he had not been able to resist blaring the news about Sax’s cock ring. “There’s a huge, vast difference. I’m telling you. Tormenta is trouble for the club, and you’d be smart to distance yourself. Now I’m going to go check on my house.”
    Turning on his boot heel, Sax marched out of Leo’s office with dignity. He hadn’t gotten what he’d come for. He’d let down Harte. Leo was determined to continue to do business with the sadistic Tormenta, and what could Sax really do about it other than register his displeasure?
    “Hey, Zane.” Leo called out to Sax using his real name. Leo had always been irked that they shared the last name of Saxonberg, but only Sax was called Sax. “Why don’t you stick to your little rocks and your nerdly world of rock collecting? Leave the big boy business to the big boys. Me and my son can handle it.”
    My son . Little rocks. It was all calculated to push Sax’s buttons, so he didn’t let on that it did. He just marched back down the hallway, biting his tongue. Would Harte follow him in support?
    No. Harte stayed with Leo, arguing, until someone slammed the office door.
    “Sax!” yelled Funkhauser. “Stay for a beer! Let’s get caught up.”
    “Another time,” Sax yelled back. He was fucking weary of bullshit. He just wanted to get back to his house in Kachina Village, an A-frame ski cabin nestled in the pines off the