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“We don’t know if this guy is just buying or if he’s selling in town,” Linc said. “Big difference. Big deal. We need to be smart. If he’s some junkie, then we use him to get to whoever is dealing in town. If he’s dealing in town…”
Linc smirked and nodded to Priest. Priest nodded back, his eyes lit up with enjoyment. He cracked his knuckles.
“I’ll cut him into pieces with my bare hands,” Priest said. “And we’ll distribute him to his guys.”
“Darrow, lock in on that,” Cyrus said.
“On it right now, Prez,” Darrow said.
“Anything else happening with our honest chief?” Cyrus asked.
“Nothing out of the ordinary,” Linc said. “One of these times he cuffs me I’m going to wreck him. This arrangement…”
“How about that beautiful woman you’ve got here, Linc?” Priest asked. “I had it all mapped out in my mind for her. Sit her right on the bar and munch away for hours.”
Linc jumped up and almost launched himself across the table. Cyrus did the same and caught Linc, then threw him back to his chair.
“What the fuck?” Cyrus yelled.
Linc pointed at Priest. “Stay the fuck away from Nova. She’s mine. Everyone got that? She’s mine. My claim.”
“She’s got your ink?” Monte asked.
“What is she doing here?” Cyrus asked.
“She’s needs our help,” Linc said.
Custer let out a low rumbling chuckle. “The power of a tight cunt.”
“Old man I will rip your jaw off and stuff it up your wrinkly, old ass,” Linc warned.
“Come on,” Cyrus growled. “Rules are rules. We know how it works. If she’s claimed, she’s claimed.”
“Her brother is missing,” Linc said. “Not our problem. Not our priority. Nova and I go way back. To when we were teenagers. I’m going to help her find her brother.”
“She’s giving up her entire world for that?” Fitz asked. “She does know what she’s into, right?”
Linc ignored Fitz and looked at Cyrus. Cyrus smacked the gavel off the table. Prayer over.
The outlaws cleared out of the room, Linc going last. They all gathered at the bar for drinks. Linc spotted Maggie, who looked guilty and worried. She reached back and showed Linc the neon-green thong she’d used to jerk him off into just last night.
Under his breath, Linc growled. If Nova was going to get worked up over a hand job…
… this life was going to eat her soul faster than Linc could have predicted.
“You were shot?” Nova asked Linc the moment he stepped into his room.
Linc looked around the room and knew one neon-green thong was far from all the evidence of wild outlaw fun. It wasn’t his fucking job nor care to keep his room spotless or guilt free of cheap sex.
“We have to figure this out right now, darling,” Linc said.
He shut the door and locked it. He had two beer bottles by their necks in his right hand. A quick twist of one cap and he handed the bottle to Nova. The second bottle was for himself.
“You were shot,” she repeated. “Tell me what happened. Right now.”
Linc curled his lip and stepped closer to Nova.
“Let’s review something right now, Nova,” Linc said. “You don’t get to talk to me like that. My life and my business is not yours. Who shoots me. Who doesn’t. Who I fuck. If I come into some deecee’s panties. If I shoot my load down her throat. Or in her ass. None of it is your concern. Got that?”
