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to take in a stray.
    “That all?” I asked, pushing off the counter and straightening my stance.
    “Dee’s,” he stated.
    I squinted, deciphering the name. “The little hole in the wall diner under the overpass?”
    He nodded.
    “What about it?” I huffed, not in the mood for riddles. Fuck, I wasn’t in the mood for much of anything.
    “She works overnight, goes in around eleven, leaves about ten the next morning,” he added.
    I glanced down at my boots for a beat before lifting my eyes to Anthony, staring at him silently. There were no words left between us. He said his peace and now it was up to me to decide what to do with it. I gave him a nod, my version of thank you, and turned to leave.
    Dee’s Diner.
    I knew the joint, back in the day it used to be the place Satan’s Knights congregated at after a run. Used to have the best fucking coffee in downtown Brooklyn.
    I wonder if they still did.
    On the open road, my mind drifted back to the night Danny’s house went up in flames. I didn’t remember much, just the amber flames before the house crumbled with my brother trapped inside. I sure as hell didn’t remember there being a woman. I didn’t give a fuck then and I shouldn’t give a fuck now.
    I didn’t know what the purpose of me going to Dee’s Diner was. But I knew that’s where I’d park my bike. I wasn’t going to make nice with some broad that my brother dipped his dick inside. But maybe I’d ask her why the hell he was still sitting with a toe tag in the fucking morgue.
    Hell, I didn’t even know what she fucking looked like.
    Radiating innocence with that pale skin and blonde hair.
    I turned my bike onto Court Street, riding straight toward Dee’s Diner. I could see the dated diner in the distance, the first letter on the sign flickering.
    I’d order a killer cup of coffee and maybe a slice of pie.
    Cherry pie.

Chapter Four
     
    Present Day
     

     
    “Settle down,” I demanded, pounding the gavel viciously against the wood, trying to reign my boys in so we could hold church. I lifted my eyes to glance at the clock and shook my head. I was already fucking late.
    “Goddamn it, settle down boys,” I growled, their boisterous voices lowering as their eyes settled on me.
    “For fuck’s sake you’re like a bunch of bitches at a beauty parlor,” I hissed, throwing the gavel down and leaning back against my chair. “Now, let’s get down to business,” I said, diverting my eyes to our treasurer, Pipe. “How’d we do this week?”
    Pipe leaned forward, glancing around the table at the brothers before cracking a grin. “We did good this week,” he declared, sliding envelopes across the table to the men. “Cain’s old man got his hands on some impressive guns. We need to move them quick though, before we get any heat from ATF.”
    I glanced at Blackie. “Get on that, see if Gold has any use for them,” I said, watching as he lifted his eyes to mine.
    “That’s not going to get Jimmy Gold’s attention these days,” he ground out, leveling me with a steady glare. “I’m working on it.”
    I knew Blackie wasn’t on board with me offing the mobster—for no other reason than protecting the club from blindly walking into a war with the mob. It wasn’t a question of me killing Jimmy, he understood my need for revenge, but rather he was concerned by the consequences that would undoubtedly fall on the club.
    “It’s about time to decide if we patch in Riggs,” Blackie said, changing the subject.
    “Agreed,” I replied. It was only fair that the man get his patch. He’s been sitting on Bianci for nearly five months now and has never given me shit. I stared down the table. “Yay or Nay on Riggs getting his colors,” I asked as I looked from member to member, their votes unanimous.
    “Fuck yes, kid deserves it,” Blackie said, finally.
    “Bones, get the little fuck over here so we can deliver the news,” I said. “Pipe, plan the kid a party,” I ordered. Lighting a