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“So they’ll have our backs.” He studies the napkin, turning it over. I already know there’s nothing on the back. I checked as soon as I read it.

“You’re right,” I sigh.“Fuck. I’m going to have to break up the party.”

“Don’t call everyone in, just the best patched guys.”

“Fang will want in on it.”

“Bones, too. Man he’s gonna be pissed about the barbecue.”

“He can have another one tomorrow.” I shrug.

“Diablo?” Ice asks.

“Yeah. Since he’s the Enforcer, he always comes on rides to watch our backs. I’d feel a lot better if he’s riding with us.”

“Anyone else?”

“Tank?” He doesn’t seem entirely sure, but it’s a good idea.

“Since he’s so newly patched, this would be a great way to break him into the real shit we do.”

“We don’t even knowwhatwe’re doing,” he points out.

“That’s why I want to keep it to the six of us. The others don’t need to know until we figure out what’s going on.”

“Agreed.”

“Let’s round them up. Church in ten.”

“Should we shut the party down?”

“Nah. Let everyone else have fun. In case someone’s watching the clubhouse, we don’t want to let on that we know something’s going down tonight. That’s another reason we keep this between the six of us.”

“I’ll get Fang and Bones.”

“Any idea where Diablo’s at?” I ask, pushing back from the table and standing.

“I haven’t seen him. Might be down at the warehouse cleaning up the mess from the other day.”

“He’s still not done with it?”

“The guy he was trying to get info out of shit and pissed himself. Diablo painted the walls with the fucker’s blood. I’m sure he’s up to his elbows in bleach and lord knows what else.”

“I’ll call him.”

“Good idea.”

As soon as Ice leaves, I pull my phone out of my cut and punch in Diablo’s number. He picks up on the second ring.

“Pres?” he asks in a gravelly voice.

“Ice said you’re still cleaning up?”

“Yeah, I’m at the warehouse.”

“How much longer do you need?”

“About done. Just need to pour another bottle of bleach and we’re good.”