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of what went on, we did what had to be done to balance the scales. Maybe that was because so many of us came from broken, fucked up homes.
     
    Another thing was the abuse of animals. There was just no need for it. When we came across a dog fighting ring a few years into my membership with the club, it had damn near broken my heart. They used to make the dogs fight until one of them died, then threw the bodies into a dumpster behind the building. I had never seen grown men cry until that day, and I’d come damned close to crying myself. The sight of all those dead, mangled dogs. The live ones weren’t much better. It had been a joy to free to dogs, burn the entire building to the ground and tip the cops off to the presence of the ring.
     
    Men who hit women were real high on my list of pieces of shit who needed wiping off the face of the Earth as well. Real men didn’t do shit like that—it only proved how small and scared they really were. They needed to hurt something smaller and weaker than them to feel good about themselves. Why couldn’t they see it? How did they get through life without killing themselves? If I woke up one day and saw myself for the low-life piece of shit woman abuser the man in the kitchen of the diner was, I’d put a bullet in my brain.
     
    I saw red when I saw him shaking her like that. Darlene’s warning had been enough for me to pay attention to what happened in the kitchen, but the way she cried out back there was enough to get me barreling through the swinging doors and heading straight for the two of them. There he was, in his trench coat, thinking he was tough shit. Shaking a woman until her head bounced around.
     
    I pulled his hands from her arms. It was nothing, really. He was so weak it was almost funny. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I growled in his ear. I had an arm around his neck, and my free hand just itched to reach for my piece. It was locked and loaded. A single bullet to his brain would mean one less piece of shit scumbag in the world.
     
    “Get off me.” He jerked in my arms, but it was no use. He was fighting steel. He gave up pretty fast.
     
    “Not until you tell me why you had to hurt her like that.”
     
    “I wasn’t hurting her. It’s none of your goddamned business, you piece of trash. Get your hands off me, unless you want a lot of trouble for you and your gang.”
     
    I wondered who he was, and how he knew who I was. He must have seen the guys and me when he walked in, and saw enough of me out of the corner of his eye to put it all together. He threatened the club, too. I had to think as the president would think. What was best for my men? Killing the asshole right there, threatening him a little more, or letting him go?
     
    As much as it fucking broke my balls to do it, I let him go. Slowly, though, to let him know I wasn’t playing around. He hadn’t scared me personally—not a damn thing he could do to me that hadn’t been done before. I just didn’t want to get the club in hot water. The way he dressed told me he was a bigshot in town.
     
    “What did he do to you?” I asked Kara. She was against the wall, rubbing her arms where his hands had dug into her. From the look on her face, he’d really hurt her.
     
    “None of your business,” he spat.
     
    I turned to him. “Last time I checked, I was talking to her. Not you. Why don’t you try minding your business instead?” I looked at her again.
     
    “Don’t worry about it,” she said. “I’m okay.”
     
    “You should go back to your buddies before things get really bad for you, pal.”
     
    I looked him up and down. The perfectly combed blond hair—he must have put product in it to get it to sit just right. The gray eyes, the narrow face. He looked like a rat. He was also around half my size. I smirked at him.
     
    “I’m not your pal. Why don’t you drop the shit and get the hell outta here, huh? She doesn’t wanna talk to you, and neither do I.” He moved a