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“The kind that’s club business,” Ze said.

Zindel scoffed but didn’t argue. He knew how deep the club secrecy went. Only patched brothers got to know everything. “What about other clubs in Tennessee? Don’t you need time to get their blessing?”

“The last thing I want to do is draw attention to my presence. I won’t be wearing my colors while I'm on this mission.”

“Well, I guess that’s one less thing I’ll be worried about while you’re gone. Please be careful, Ze,” Zindel said.

Ze chuckled. “I should be saying that to you. Stay out of trouble.”

“I always do,” Zindel bragged.

“Too bad you won’t be coming home tonight. I made my famous fried chicken for dinner.”

“Again?”

Ze gave an exasperated snort. “Then don’t eat it.”

Zindel laughed. “I’m too lazy to cook for myself, so I’ll eat it.”

“Don’t do me any favors.”

“If I don’t, who will?” Zindel shot back.

Ze smiled. “We always have each other’s backs, don’t we?”

“Always. That’s why you better be careful and get back to me. I can’t lose my big brother,” Zindel said.

“Never.”

“Better,” Zindel said, which was kind of their thing. “Oh, I’ve got to go, my boss is an asshole. See you when you get back. Love you.”

“Wait, do you need me to talk to him?”

“Talk or threaten?”

“For me, it’s one and the same.”

Zindel laughed. “Naw, he’s not anything I can’t handle. All right, bye.”

“See you later,” Ze said, then ended the call. He looked into the buildings that he wanted to take positions in and found one with a public gym on the first floor. With that, he packed a sports duffle bag with a workout outfit for the occasion. Finally, he sat back and turned on the television to watch any news on his target. As soon as they got the money he needed to travel, he was going to put a bullet right between Senator Kelly’s eyes.

2

COLTON “TIGER” BRIDGER

Colton satin a lounge chair on his patio overlooking his indoor infinity pool, his tablet in one hand and a glass of Chateau Lafite-Rothschild 2009 in the other. He was reading an invite to the next auction at Meritage House.

“What are you looking at?” asked the pretty boy he’d ordered for the night. The young man was swimming in his pool, but climbed out, his toned body dripping with water. He smiled as he began walking toward Colton. He sat down on the lounge chair next to his. “So, wanna go again?” He bit his bottom lip and wiggled his brows. An hour ago, Colton had ravaged his tight hole, made the man cum so hard, he got a Charlie horse and had to shake it out.

Colton smirked at him. “You should get going, I didn’t pay for the whole night. Maybe next time?”

The man’s playful smile faded slightly, but he nodded. He was no stranger to how the life of a prostitute was. Just once, he wished he could have the fairy tale that was Pretty Woman, and have some rich man sweep him off his feet. Instead, he rose and headed for the bathroom to shower before leaving.

Colton watched him walk away before clicking the “RSVP” button on the electronic invite. He rose and stretched his muscles and when he felt his cell phone buzzing, he checked the caller ID, as he wasn’t in the mood to talk to just anyone. It was his handler, who was also his mother. He sighed as he glared at her face on his screen. He wasn’t in the mood for her to harass him about when he was going to give her some grandkids. Not answering her call would only piss her off, so he did.

“Hey mom,” he greeted.

“Hello, my darling son. I have someone you may be interested in,” his mother said, her tone feminine, but also authoritative.