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“Your brother plays with fire,” HD said.

Ze ran his fingers through his hair and nodded. “It’s like he can’t help himself.”

Bruiser shrugged. “I mean, he has a point, though. We break the law on the daily. And he’s a damn good thief and forger already. We can always use someone with his level of skills.”

“Too bad we can’t get his ass to prospect,” Goat said.

“He feels like we’d cramp his style,” Ze said. “All of our rules and shit.”

Hound Dog shook his head. “He did get me this new bike, though.”

Ze’s mouth dropped open. “Fuck. And you’re keeping it?”

HD shrugged. “Like he said, it’s done. Hell yeah, I’m keeping it.”

“I wonder what he got you?” Bruise said.

“Shit, let me find out,” Ze said, then walked out of the clubhouse and went to his apartment. Immediately, he noticed all the new shit his brother had purchased with his stolen card. They had a huge seventy-five-inch television, new kitchen appliances, items he was able to purchase the same day. Zin was sitting on the sofa, pouting as he looked at his brother.

“I’m not taking any of this back. That’s how you get caught,” Zindel said.

“I’m not going to ask you to,” Ze said as he sat down on the sofa beside his brother. “Listen, I know this is in you like mine is in me. But just like you worry about me, I'm not going to ever stop worrying about you.”

Zindel’s pout faded and he nodded. “I know. I can’t help it, Ze. I thrive on the rush of it.”

Ze sighed, because he understood. He lived for the thrill of the torture and kill. His brother lived for the thrill of the steal. “I get you better than anyone else, trust me. Just promise me you’ll be careful. I don’t want you to ever get caught.”

Zin nodded. “I promise. I covered my tracks. They won’t be able to track it back to me. I forged his signature perfectly, too. And I made sure to hide my face and I bought you and HD motorcycles online and had them delivered the same day, it was so cool.”

“Did you have them delivered here?”

Zindel scoffed. “Of course not. Snoopy helped and we drove the bikes here.”

“Don’t go back to that spa.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I won’t. Also, they never had my real name or address, so even if he asks about me, they won’t be able to track me down,” Zindel said.

“Okay, fine,” Ze said. “So, let me see this bike you got me.”

Zindel smiled and grabbed his brother's hand and led him downstairs to the side of the building where the bikes were parked and he pointed to a new shiny number at the end.

“Oh shit, she’s a beauty,” Ze said, then smiled as he walked over there, gliding his fingers over the handlebars on his new Harley Davidson Cruiser. “Damn, Zin, I love it.”

“I knew you would,” Zindel said smiling.

“Keys?”

Zindel produced them, dropping them into his brother’s open palm.

“Let’s go for a ride.”

Both men climbed on and he drove them to the park where they climbed off and just chilled on a bench and chatted.

“So, are you seeing Tiger today?”

Ze nodded. “When he gets home from the gallery, yeah.”

“Going to fuck your brains out?”