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patches plastered on almost every cut, and rockers
    listing the chapter they were from were represented.
    She saw at least three different club patches, so the Breed had invited affiliates to
    join in the celebration. The wisdom of that decision was yet to be determined to her
    way of thinking. A loud squeal from the back corner of the room drew her attention, and
    when she final y saw what was going on, she wished she hadn’t seen or heard a thing.
    One of the passarounds named Noodle was getting a spanking. It wasn’t so much
    a playful slap on her ass, as a true ass whipping. Two bikers had her bent over a table
    with her knees on the chair and her bare ass exposed while they took turns smacking
    her ass cheeks with their hands. River had spoken to the woman a few times when she
    came into the bar, but didn’t actually know her. She was a tough woman with an even
    worse vocabulary than some of the bikers who came to town.
    River turned back to the bar. Watching the woman getting off on being spanked
    wasn’t her idea of a good time.
    Goody was behind the bar with Yo Yo and a Lucifer’s Breed brother that she didn’t
    know. His cut had the name Flats embroidered on the chest. She liked most of the
    women she’d met that were part of the club, but seeing the woman they cal ed Queenie
    stomp into the space where Yo Yo and Goody manned the beer flippers made her
    watch the evil Bitch closely. The woman was pretty, but she was also a wannabe
    Queen Bitch, and the others sneered at her when she pretended to be busy while they
    conversed. Anyone watching could see she was filing away every bit of information she
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    heard, and from the narrowed eyes Flats was staring at the woman with, River wasn’t
    the only one that noticed her blatant eavesdropping.
    Yo Yo finally saw her sitting there and waved. She yelled over the noisy voices that
    she’d be right there, and River nodded. She wasn’t in a hurry, but she planned to be
    gone from the place once the sun began to set. By that time most of the bikers that
    drank would have a good buzz going, that’s when shit usual y went downhill fast. She
    wanted to be long gone before that happened.
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Chapter Four
    Winning the coveted numbers one and two spots at the top of the Breed hadn’t
    been easy. They faced stiff opposition from some of the chapters that had been
    staunch Wolfman allies. The chapters happened to be the ones where their main
    income stemmed from selling dope, and most were still resistant to changing anytime
    soon. They would be brought into line, but it would take time.
    In the weeks after the fire, the two men had become true brothers-in-arms. The
    start of the year before the fire, there had been fifty brothers on the roster at any given
    time. After the fire, and the body count was made, they had twenty-eight men left, and
    six of the women that were supported by the club and the brothers. Eighteen of the
    brothers hadn’t been around the clubhouse when it went up. They had been working at
    jobs, out on club business, and at home with their families.
    No one mentioned the basement that had been occupied by several wasted
    brothers and a couple of equally wasted females to the authorities, so they hadn’t
    bothered to dig deeper to find and identify the other bodies. Luckily the bunker under
    one of the trailers had been left unscathed, and much of the club’s disposable assets
    had remained safe from prying eyes and the heat of the fire.
    The official cause of the fire was listed as a gas leak, and no one disputed the
    findings. The club would deal with the rivals that caused the debacle with no help from
    outside sources. There was little doubt in the remaining members minds that it had to
    be a rival MC that blew the place up and killed so many of their comrades, so the
    brothers stayed vigilant, waiting for someone to claim responsibility. Only War