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else he uses whisky to deal with.
    Twist nodded his head at me as he spoke, his voice earnest, “We’ll get this fuckhead for you Karen.”
    Bottle gave him a look. I wasn’t exactly sure what kind of look it was, but Twist looked cowed again. There was a definite pecking order in this crew, and Twist was at the bottom of it. I think it was because of the way he’d said we .
    As T-Bone placed the glasses and whisky on the table he shoved a handful of napkins across the table at me with a meaty paw. I grabbed a couple gratefully and gently dabbed around my eyes, not wanting to ruin my makeup.
    I’m an idiot , I realized. I hadn’t even put on any makeup that morning. Instead I’d fled my house in a panic and rushed off to the sheriff’s office. I unfolded another napkin and wiped across my face aggressively, removing any traces of tears except for my reddened eyes, before blowing my nose.
    I sat back in my chair, feeling more composed, when I heard an engine roar outside as it approached the clubhouse, before turning silent.
    Bottle, T-Bone and Twist looked toward the door expectantly. A moment later it swung open and as the light poured in from outside it silhouetted a man framed in the doorway as he looked around before entering.
    “Gauge! Get the fuck in here.”
    The big, shaven-headed man approached us chewing a toothpick which poked out of the corner of his goateed mouth. He gave me an appraising look which seemed to peer right through my clothes, my skin, my flesh to my soul. I let out an involuntary shudder.
    “Trouble?” His gravelly voice carried a hint of concerned menace as his eyes flicked across the men at the table, to me, and the whisky between us.
    Bottle nodded. “Sit down.” He  poured four glasses of whisky. When he finished he gave a moment’s hesitation, and poured another one for Twist. The young man’s face beamed as he was included.
    I grasped my glass tightly and enjoyed the burn of the amber liquid as I took a sip. Bottle started to explain what was going on to Gauge.
    After the disinterest at the sheriff’s office that morning, I finally felt like something might be done. As long as my asshole ex had their prospect, they’d be out to get him. They were on my side, for now at least.
    I gave a grim smile to myself as I took another sip of whisky, and listened to them talk about how they were going to rip that fucker’s throat out. Good, I thought to myself, rip his goddamned throat out, rip him the fuck apart.

CHAPTER TEN
    B ottle
    Red light means it on right?
    Shit, I got this down.
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    W ell shit. Jase had been gone less than an hour and this chick with eyes that broadcast crazy showed up. When she walked in I knew she would be trouble. Who the fuck goes into a biker clubhouse before it’s even mid-fuckin-day? Someone who wants something, that’s who.
    I would have told her to get the fuck out, but then she said her trouble somehow involves our boy, Red. That and she was easy on the eyes. She says it’s her fault our prospect Red has gone AWOL. Fuck, that’s all I need right now, right?
    When she told me she’d gone home with Red the night before I had a moment, just a moment mind, of jealousy. She was a piece of ass, that’s for sure. Lucky Red. Or, not so lucky Red as it turned out. But damn, I wouldn’t mind a go on that ride.
    Not an hour before she rolled in Jase had asked me to check out the two prospects, Red and Twist, and now the little asshole Red has got himself kidnapped. How long have we got to get him back? Fucked if I know. Jase should be back in a couple of weeks, but he’ll probably call before then, right?
    So I’ve gotta get Red back ASAP. Preferably in one piece. And shit, this asshole who’s kidnapped him? He’s going to need to be dealt with. Seriously.
    What a start to the fuckin’ week. I never got why people hated Mondays so much, but now I know. Fuck.
    Still, we should be glad of one thing - the incompetence of the