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into the bed of his truck, he took a seat beside Hockey on the tailgate and lit up a smoke.
    “No one else came back yet, huh?”
    Hockey shook his head.
    He studied his silent friend, who was being even less social than usual.
    “What's the matter, frate? You worried about Becki and the baby?”
    Hockey turned his dark, brooding gaze on him. “It's not my baby,” he said quietly.
    Yeah. He already knew that. Not a lot of people were privy to that sordid little tidbit, but he was. So was Shandor, Trinity and Tobar, the douchebag who had knocked her up in the first place.
    He took a long drag and blew out a dual stream of smoke through his nostrils. “She's your wife, right? And you love her, right?”
    Hockey nodded.
    He sniffed and pointed his cigarette at him. “Then frate, that's your baby.”
    “Xan, what if he decides he wants the kid? Fuck, what if he decides he wants Becki? He already stole her from me once.”
    Hockey had valid concerns but, knowing Tobar as well as he did, he was sure frate did not have anything to worry about.
    “Tobar's not gonna come knocking. He had his chance to claim the kid and he didn't. Becki and the contents of her belly are legally bound to you now. Even as future Baró, he can't do shit about it.”
    There was a long stretch of silence, during which he finished his smoke and lit up another.
    “She fucked him, Xan,” Hockey choked out. “She snuck around behind my back and why? Because I'd taken a vow to wait? She knew that when we'd started. And now, I don't trust her.”
    Shit. He was not a psychologist.
    “Are you fucking her now?”
    Hockey made a face. “Yes.”
    “Does she like it?”
    “Yes,” he growled, looking both irritated and embarrassed.
    He clapped him on the back. “There you go. Keep up the good work and you'll be fine. She liked you before the sex when she could have dumped your ass and now she likes you and the sex. I'm thinking you're all set.”
    Hockey let out a small laugh. “You know, waiting used to drive me crazy. It was all I could think about as a teenager. But waiting for her was worth it. Personally, I'm glad I haven't been with anyone else. I couldn't give her very much, you know, but I could give her me, all of me.”
    He didn't say anything; he was too busy thinking of his own wife and all she'd given him. And how much shit she'd put herself through to do it.
    “HEADS UP!” Mihai shouted.
    They both scrambled to their feet, looking for the threat. When he found it, his stomach dropped to his knees.
    Gunnar, Shandor and Marko were running full speed towards them with a shit ton of Skin Eaters on their tail.
    "Fuck!" Xan bellowed, pumping his shotgun. Kneeling, he aimed and fired. Bam – right through the head. One down, too many to go.
    The four of them let loose a flurry of bullets, some hitting their mark, others catching the fuckers in the arms or stomach, barely slowing them down. Throwing down his shotgun, he grabbed both his guns from the back of his pants.
    “We're not close enough!” Hockey roared. Before he could stop him, Hockey jumped off the truck and bolted down the street.
    “Hockey!” Punka screamed, “NO!” Punka hopped in his truck and, tires squealing, he took off down the road.
    He watched as Marko split from Shandor and Gunnar, running towards a nearby McDonalds. Frate leapt through the shattered front window and disappeared.
    “XAN! You dumbass!” Gunnar yelled. “XAN, fucking shoot!”
    He zeroed in on the two Skins closing in on Gunnar and took them both out with shots to their heads. Gunnar immediately veered right, jumped over a dumpster, and ran down an alleyway with three Skins hot on his heels.
    He had lost sight of Hockey but could clearly see Punka driving straight for the bulk of Skins headed their way. He plowed right into them, sending half of them flying in all directions as the other half-swarmed the truck.
    Shandor paused to look back, shouting Punka's name and losing the distance he'd gained