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What? Holy fuck.

Now he hated to ask: What about the rest of the accessories?

Coming 2morrow. UR set.

Not yet. He still needed to put it all together and dial it in. And the best part, run it through its paces at the range.

Brother, U gotta let me shoot this MFer.

How could he say no? Since Cruz was a DAMC officer, he most likely voted on the club covering the cost of the weapon. You got it. FYI: I’ll be in after the shop closes tomorrow night to dial it in.

Got UR key?

Damn right he did. He sent Cruz a thumbs-up emoji.

Every Shadow had a key to the gun shop. They used the range to practice after the doors were locked. Another plus was the fact they had free access to all the ammo they needed.

He glanced up at Indie. “Rifle’s in.”

“That was quick.”

“I guess Dawg has connections.”

“More like one of the OG Shadows.”

Reaper’s eyebrows rose. “Black market?”

“Their motto has always been: don’t ask, don’t tell. And it had nothing to do with that military bullshit.”

He heard that.

She warned, “Expect Brick to want to give it a try. Just be ready to wipe all his jizz off of it after he shoots it.”

Reaper managed to keep his composure despite never knowing what would come out of a Dougherty woman’s mouth next.

But it was no surprise that the retired Navy SEAL sniper would want to shoot a few rounds. More like a few hundred.

“The club’s covering the whole thing,” he murmured next.

Indie got to her feet. “No surprise. I’m sure my sister had a word with Zeke.”

She was probably right.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Whenever the DAMC did their club runs, so did the Angels of Fury. Afterward, it was customary for the women to crash the party at Church.

In the beginning, the guys would get bent out of shape about it. They acted like the women were homing in on the guys’ territory or something. Now they expected it and only grumbled because they liked to be assholes.

The brotherhood was all bluster and no teeth.

They either claimed the DAMC women as club property or they didn’t. And because they did, that meant the women had every damn right to join in on the fun afterward.

What rattled their cages was the fact the women got sick of their misogynistic ways and started their own club. They were still butt hurt about it.

Reaper had no problem with the all-female MC. But then, the DAMC wasn’t in his blood the same as it was for a large chunk of the patched members.

Luckily, he valued strong, kick-ass women like the sisterhood. To Vi, it made him a hell of a lot more desirable. Especially compared to the grunting, chest-beating bikers she was used to.