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in an hour to meet Rock and Tiny.” Tick told him before he headed to his house to get ready.
    “Fuck.” Ratchet said as he walked to his own cabin to do the same. At least with Tiny there he wouldn’t have to do anything other than unload the trucks.
    Which meant he could ignore the fucks who made him want to split them from ear to ear every time they opened their mouths. He fucking hated dealing with those fuckers. If it didn’t bring so many credits into the club Bone likely would have told them to stick it up their asses long ago. Only it did bring in a hell of a lot of credits for the club because the stupid fucks who lived behind that wall were too fucking lazy to venture out to get their own damned food.
    Two hours later Ratchet pulled his bike up next to the truck watching as Tiny got off his bike and headed towards the office. The man paused looking surprised standing in the doorway of the office for several moments before he walked inside. Ratchet wondered what that look had been about as he joined Tick at the back of the truck. He knew that something had startled the man and that didn’t happen often.
    Deciding to ask Tiny about it later he began unloading the truck with Tick, Rock and two prospects. They were almost done when the prick who was always a pain in the ass came into the warehouse. Ratchet was carrying in another crate and he wanted to drop it and hit the stupid asshat in the head. The man had a thin face and a thick heavy body which made him look like a dumpy weasel.
    Ratchet had dealt with him on several occasions and none of them had ended well. He could still remember the time Tick had to hold him back from beating the fuck out of the man for being rude to Marta. She was Tinkers old lady, and a sweet woman. She didn’t deserve this fuck being a dick to her for no reason. Until that day about a year ago she’d driven the truck to the city but since then they had a prospect do it. None of their women needed to get harassed by these dickheads who looked down on them.
    The idiot didn’t realize how close he was to dying apparently. He sauntered into the warehouse with a sly look on his face. He began to open the crates shoving his meaty hands into the fresh food they’d brought. Ratchet turned walking out of the warehouse after setting down his crate. They were almost done and that dickhead was going to annoy him he just knew it.
    He pause outside the door next to Tiny and Tick who were standing near the truck talking. Most of the crated fruits and vegetables that the Dixon family grew were unloaded.
    “What’s up?” He asked them holding a crate.
    “Nothing, just a little surprised that the new foreperson was a woman that’s all.” Tiny said, looking at him.
    “Really? Is she a bitch?”
    “Not the impression I got surprisingly. She seemed to want to talk about something, but the man who works with her didn’t want to leave the room. I was filling Tick in because you two have the run next week. I’m hoping that we might not have as much trouble as we normally do with this new foreperson. She seems different. I didn’t want to kill her on the spot at least which definite improvement.” Tiny told him quietly. 
    Ratchet snickered. Yeah he’d bet. A woman was easier on the eyes if nothing else. Although, Tiny only had eyes for Racheal, his old lady. But for the rest of the crew who weren’t leg shackled to their women it would be a nice change.
    “Want me to take that in?” Rock asked, making Ratchet realize that the crate he held was the last one.
    He shook his head. “Nah…I got it.” He said headed into the warehouse to find that little prick holding some apples from a crate they’d brought in.
    “These are damaged. I am not paying for these crates if they have damaged merchandise.” The man’s face was twisted into a sly smile. Ratchet knew that the man had damaged the apples on purpose to try and negotiate a better price. He also knew that the little fuck wouldn’t be