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Peepers laughed and gave him the middle finger. His seeing-eye German Shepherd laid on his lap, enjoying the rubs.

“We need to figure out what we’re going to do about those fuckers,” Goat said.

“I’ll call church, get everyone here and we’ll discuss it then,” Jimmy said. “For now, take care of those injuries. Good job, brothers.” He patted Ze on his back, proud that he’d put one in the hospital.

“This is going to get ugly before it gets better. How many men do they have in that chapter?” Wolf asked.

“Twenty-seven, last I heard,” Peepers said.

He was the club’s spy. Blind since childhood, he never let it slow him down. People tended to either ignore him or avoid him, and ultimately underestimate him. Not the Lords, at least not after the Hell Week Beat Down test. They’d allowed him and his brother to join, thinking they wouldn’t last the week. What they learned that day was that those brothers could fucking fight and had their own system for teamwork. And they weren’t punks, after a year of pulling their weight and proving that they were club material, they each earned their patches. Ronald “Clapback” Jenkins and Reginald had proved to be great assets.

“We may need you to go into enemy territory again, no colors. See what you can find out,” Jimmy said.

“What’s their favorite bar?”

“Sixty-Nine on Paulina,” Peepers said. “I’ll check them out tomorrow.”

“Good.” Jimmy nodded.

“They’re going to want retaliation, so we need to get prepared,” Wolf said.

“That’s why I’m calling church, so we’re all made aware,” Jimmy said.

“Sure thing, Prez,” Wolf agreed.

“Let’s talk.” Jimmy motioned for Wolf to follow him and both men walked back into the office.

Ze looked back at Zindel. “Where did you get that?”

Zindel huffed. “I swiped a card and went on a little shopping spree.”

“They can track that.”

Zin shook his head. “Not the way I do it.”

“Whose card did you swipe? Was it that dude you were talking about before?”

Zindel didn’t say anything.

“Ugh! I told you not to fuck with him. Why don’t you ever fucking listen?” Ze snapped.

“Calm down. I told you I covered my tracks. He’ll never find me. Besides, the cards are already canceled. You act like this is my first time doing this,” Zin fussed. “I bought you something too.”

“How much did you fucking spend?” Ze glared at him.

Zindel shrugged and waved dismissively. “I don’t know… like maybe a hundred grand.”

Ze’s eyes widened. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Oh my god, you’re an outlaw biker. You steal shit like this all of the time. No telling what all you get into and you don’t see me passing judgment. Let me be great,” Zin replied.

“Your ambition to be the ‘World’s Greatest Thief’ is going to get your little ass killed one day,” HD warned.

Zindel frowned. “I am great and you are all tripping for no reason.” He hopped off the barstool. “I’m going upstairs to enjoy the fruits of my labor.”

“We’re not done talking,” Ze said.

“Oh yes, we are. Nothing more to say… it’s already done,” Zindel retorted and left the clubhouse.