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ability; it made people want to make themselves vulnerable to her. It was much more difficult for her to make herself vulnerable to them. As far as she was concerned, her family had been the only ones worth revealing herself to, and they were gone. But since she’d met Fox, it seemed that had, at last, begun to change.

CHAPTER FOUR
     
    "They kill one of ours, put another one in the hospital and maybe in prison, and now they're going after our suppliers in our territory? How the hell can we let this go on?" A.J. Monaghan, who looked dangerous normally with his spring-wired body and shaved head, coal-black eyes, cop-killer facial hair, and spiky jewelry, practically rippled with tension and heat. He was around thirty and the son of A.J. Monaghan, Sr., a close friend of Colt's and another former president of the club, who had died a few years ago of lung cancer. A lot of the Steel Jockeys of Colt's generation had been taken too soon, as many from natural causes as from unnatural ones. That left the forty-eight-year-old Colt, who had three daughters but no sons, the only active member of his age group. Billy Monaghan, A.J.'s uncle, was still around, though he hadn't been active for a decade since an accident on his bike had left him unable to walk without a cane.
     
    Joe rented an apartment above the Thunderbird, although the term "rent" wasn’t exactly accurate, since, as a member, he technically owned one-sixteenth of the business. One would think that he’d be entitled to more luxurious accommodations, but he never complained--he’d spent far too much of his life without any kind of a roof over his head. When at last he’d showered and dumped his meager possessions off in his apartment to head downstairs, A.J. Monaghan, Rex O’Gara, and Connor "Wings" Knight had already assembled at the bar, drinking Jack on the rocks. A.J. and Red had ordered it, Joe figured, and Wings was drinking the same in a blatant attempt to curry favor with the older members. A.J., of course, had barely wasted a second welcoming his brother-in-arms back, though a brisk clap on the back was all he had offered. Joe hadn’t expected more; his friend’s eyes practically spelled “revenge.”
     
    "We need to draw them out in the open,” suggested Rex, who, under his bandana and long, straight, greasy hair, was already growing a beard almost as impressive as Colt’s. He had been A.J.’s buddy since elementary school, and A.J. counted on him to go along with his plans.
     
    "Aren't we giving these guys too much credit?" asked Wings, stumbling over his words as the older members turned to look at him. "I mean, they don't even have a leader. They're nothing."
     
    "They've got to have something, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to do what they did to Tony. Up till now, we've held all the cards. We control all the rackets."
     
    "Well, what’s changed?” Wings asked, much to Joe’s dismay. As soon as he did A.J.’s steely gaze fixed on Joe, who clenched his teeth and gulped, shoving his hands in his pockets. He had hoped this wouldn’t come up.
     
    “For whatever reason, they perceive us as weak,” said Colt. “It’s up to us to prove we aren’t.”
     
    “We need a weapon,” said Rex.
     
    "We have a weapon,” said A.J. pointedly. “The only problem is, Ryan here has been keeping it under lock and key. The girl." A.J.'s eyes looked black as he leaned over the table, looking straight at Joe, who felt his jaw clench.
     
    "No," said Joseph, looking from A.J. to Wings to Colt, whose eyes were equally hard. He needed Colt’s support, and if he didn’t get it, there’s no way he could stand up to A.J.
     
    "She's our best shot, Ryan," A.J. countered. "There’s no question about it. We’ve got to amass. Call in the other charters. Rally every defense we have. And she can help us do it. I mean, she's the sister of the most powerful president this club ever had."
     
    "I don't care,” said Joe. “Nobody touches her."
     
    "How