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potato
chips.
    The guy then fell to the ground,
screaming.
    “ Good, ” Finn said. “ Now if he doesn ’ t feel like talking, we ’ ll just slit his fucking throat. ”
    I held out the towels Finn asked
for and Ax grabbed them.
    Just another lovely day in Devil
Call MC.
     

4.
     
    (Layne)
     
    The compound was well secured.
Mostly by junk. Cars and trucks were up on lifts, stripped down to skeleton
frames. Cinderblock walls stacked maybe twenty feet high or more, a large
square design. Hell, it had the appeal of a prison. The parts without concrete
walls had thick chain fences with barbed wire rolled up around the top. I saw a
few Rottweiler ’ s hanging
around the gates. They watched me with careful eyes and I pulled up to the main
entrance.
    Two guys stood there wearing dark
blue jumpsuits. They had an oval logo on their left breasts - Damage Control
Salvage & Custom Parts . On their right breasts were stitched Mack and
ack.
    “ ack? ” I asked over the rumble of my
motorcycle.
    “ Jack, ” the guy said. “ The J fell off. ”
    “ Good
to know. ”
    “ What
do you need? ” Mack asked. “ Here for some parts? ”
    “ I ’ m here for my patch, ” I said. I turned my shoulder
and showed the back of my leather cut.
    “ Holy
shit, ” Mack said.
    “ You ’ re … him … , ” Jack said.
    “ Yeah,
I ’ m him. Name ’ s Layne. ”
    “ Sir, ” Mack said.
    “ No, ” I said. “ I don ’ t
do that sir bullshit. Are you two prospects? ”
    “ Yes, ” Jack said.
    “ Is
your name really Mack and Jack? ”
    “ I ’ m really Jack. His name is
Michael. But all they had was a jumpsuit that said Mack. ”
    “ Got
you. What ’ s happening
today? ”
    “ We ’ re not allowed to …”
    Layne gritted his teeth. “ Tell me about the Rotty ’ s over there. What are their
names? ”
    “ AJ
and Sugar. Both female. ”
    “ Got
AJ because she bit one of the guys right at his balls and he called screamed
out ‘ Asshole!
Jerk! Fuck! ’ and
the name stuck from there. ”
    “ AJF
didn ’ t sound right, ” Jack said.
    “ Why
Sugar? ” I asked as the two
dogs still stared at me.
    “ Because
that ’ s her name, ” Mack said. “ She ’ s ten years old. She ’ s
seen a lot of shit. ”
    I looked and realized there was a
noticeable difference between the dogs. AJ on the left, a firm, beautiful dog,
with muscle and worried eyes. Then on the right, Sugar, a seasoned animal who
had probably a lot of fights, wars, and death. Her eyes were much calmer than
AJ ’ s, but that didn ’ t mean she didn ’ t want rip my fucking arm out of
its socket.
    “ They
get taken care of well? ” I
asked.
    “ Better
than us, ” Jack said.
    “ Good, ” I said and grinned. “ Now get the fuck out of my way. ”
    The guys moved and I rode right up
to the clubhouse. I climbed off the motorcycle and stretched my neck. The beer
with Pep had long since worn off and I could go for another. Hell, maybe six or
twelve. Why not? I was here to settle in and take control. The last thing I
wanted to do was be a raging asshole. I wasn ’ t
going to kick in the door, pull my gun, and just start commanding.
    I pulled open the door and stepped
inside.
    I opened my mouth and caught two
sights at once.
    First, there was a woman behind the
bar. Arms folded, resting under a beautiful set of tits. In a white shirt,
really tight, her off-white bra showed through. That gave me a subtle reminder
that I needed a woman. It ’ d
been too long since I fucked someone.
    The second sight was the biggest
man I ’ d ever seen in my
life, holding another man ’ s
head in place. A second man - wearing a Devil Call MC cut - had a knife to the
man ’ s throat.
    He started to move it as the man
screamed.
    “ Hey! ” I bellowed and grabbed for my
gun. “ What the fuck is
this? ”
    So much for a calm entrance.
    The man with the knife turned,
grabbing his gun. I saw his patch - Finn - and pointed with my other
hand.
    “ Take
it easy, ” I