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purpose of opinion of
those in Back Down Devil, pretty fucking stupid. It was eight straight lines,
all misshaped and sized on purpose, but the final marking was a bowed line
under the other eight lines. That meant Eight Under …
    “ There ’ s the beginning, ” Landon said. “ The eight marks. But there ’ s nothing under it. ”
    “ Jesus
Christ, ” Shay said. “ They ’ re sending out these guys to do what? ”
    “ Earn
their keep, ” Landon said. “ Try to threaten us. They know we ’ ll fucking kill every one of
them, so they ’ re sending
out newbies. ”
    “ Fucking
hell, ” Gaige said. “ That ’ s tragic. ”
    “ Like
shit. ” Shay spit on the
dead guy ’ s face. “ Let him burn in hell. ”
    “ Okay,
we need to clear out, ” Landon said. “ Before the
lights come. ”
    “ We ’ ll make sure that doesn ’ t happen, ” Gaige said. “ I ’ ll call Miller and he ’ ll call Chief Jerry. He still
owes us a favor or two. ”
    Shay laughed. “ Favors
for life. We saved that little boy of his. ”
    “ That ’ s right, ” Gaige said.
    Landon stared at the dead body. Another fucking mess at the
feet of the MC. He thought for a second about Erik, in the hospital,
recovering. Hell, at least Erik had a woman with him. She was paid to do
anything he wanted. Anything.
    Landon wondered if that ’ s
what he needed.
    “ Come
on, brother, ” Shay said. “ We need to get back to the
clubhouse and sit this one down. It ’ s
getting darker and deadlier out here tonight. ”
    “ Those
are my kinds of nights, ” Landon said.
    Shay laughed again. “ Let ’ s get some whiskey in you first.
Then a little pussy second. You ’ ll
be fine. ”
    Landon nodded and looked out to the night.
    Nothing felt fine.

three.
     
    Her name was Avery, but she knew that wasn ’ t her real name. In fact, she
was pretty sure her last name was once Avery but had been changed to her first
name. Now she just told people her name was Avery Smith because it was a simple
last name - common enough to not be fake, but too common to be forgotten.
    It was midnight and she was hungry and thirsty. Drinks were
easy to get because she had a set of boobs and smile that would ease any man ’ s troubles. She never paid for a
drink in her life, which was part of the reason she was in the hell she was
currently in. But that didn ’ t
matter right now. She was alive.
    Avery stopped and leaned against the back of a building. Her
right leg was still hurting from when she dropped a stolen motorcycle right in
the middle of the road. She thought someone was chasing her and when she came
across what looked like the lot to a MC, she panicked and lost the motorcycle.
When it happened, she thought she was fucked. Then, as luck would have it, a
car exploded and that gave Avery her chance to get the hell out of there.
Running on nothing but adrenaline, she managed to pick up the motorcycle and
ride it away. There was damage to the motorcycle and to her leg. With a basic
understanding of the MC life, and knowing how to survive, Avery took the
motorcycle to a shady looking gas station. It was full of men, which made it a
dangerous spot to be in. She took the flirting and touching, because at the end
of the conversation, she walked away with a few grand in her pocket.
    Running right now would prove useless because Avery had no
car and she didn ’ t have the
energy or care to try to run. She had gotten away from where she needed to. The
small town here was okay and it was near the beach. It allowed Avery to float
along without being noticed. And if the day came and she was found, then she would
have no choice but to fight. By then though her leg would be healed.
    Right now, in the dead of the night, she was hungry. Avery
felt weak and tired but she was a bit of ways away from getting any rest. She
eyed the back of a small bakery that would be perfect for a bite. She could
load up on some leftovers or just take whatever the hell she needed. Avery