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quietened down, Doc’s story forgotten, as they got back to getting ready.
    They were out on Gauge’s plot of land, far from prying eyes or listening ears. It was lucky they were as the gunfire and smoke would have drawn attention if they’d been nearer civilization.
    Jase looked up and saw a buzzard circling high above them. There’s nothing for you here. But follow us, little birdie. Follow us, and we’ll give you something to feast on.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN
    Nicole
    We didn’t go to the funeral of course. It was a very small affair with only his family and closest friends. That excluded both me and Lucy. I was glad, to be honest. While no one really enjoys going to funerals I think I hate them more than most.
    When we arrived at the clubhouse for the wake at around 7:30 it was already busy, and there were far more people than there had been the week before. Lucy and I were dressed much more conservatively than last time, wearing jeans and sneakers and tops that only left our arms bare. It was a wake after all, right?
    But when we entered we found that we looked very out of place. Like two preppy college girls in a motorcycle gang’s clubhouse - which is exactly what we were.
    To my surprise the wake wasn ’t a quiet, somber affair. We could hear the rock music pumping before we even stepped inside, and when we did get in there I could see why they called themselves the Sons of Mayhem .
    With their lock-down over it seemed every hang-around, every friend of the club, and every girl with a taste for rough men and big motorcycles were using the wake as an excuse for a raucous party. I later learned that this was how wakes always are for them, but when I first saw it I was shocked.
    We went inside and felt nervous. There were so many unfamiliar faces. A teenage girl in a bikini top looked at me in surprise as we entered and wrinkled her nose at me. “Are you lost, college girl?”
    Before I could respond she ’d hopped into the lap of a guy sitting in a chair. I looked at him and realized I recognized him from last week. It was the asshole who’d bothered us.
    Red saw me and Lucy and grinned at us. He slipped one hand under the bikini top of the giggling girl and then pursed his lips and made a kissing motion at us. We both gave him the finger.
    “Come on,” I shouted to Lucy over the roar of the rock music blasting through the room.
    She followed me as we headed in the direction of the bar. Usually she’d be the one leading me. Everything’s upside down now.
    We made our way through the throngs of men in jeans and leather and girls and women in skimpy outfits. There were people of all ages here, from some who must still have been in high school to old timers in their sixties or seventies. And all of them seemed to give off the same vibe - I don’t give a fuck .
    It was a feeling I ’d begun to develop too. I liked it; it represented freedom. The freedom and the courage to be able to say I’m going to do x because I want to, and I don’t give a fuck what you think. Fuck your rules and expectations. Fuck your fake personas and false fronts and faces. I am exactly who I want to be and I do exactly what I want to do. I don’t give a fuck and nor should you.
    Jase was sitting at the counter talking to someone I didn ’t know. I placed a hand on his shoulder and when he turned to face me I saw a brief look of confusion flash across his face as his eyes ran over my outfit. We were a little further from the speakers here so we could get by speaking in raised voices instead of actively yelling.
    “Hi.” I leaned in and we kissed on the lips. He tasted of whisky instead of mint this time.
    He reached out an arm and pulled Lucy in towards him and gave her a kiss on the cheek too. She smiled.
    “This is Gauge.”
    I looked at him. He was a bit older, maybe late forties. He had a goatee but no hair on his head. He ran his eyes over me as I held out a hand. He was clearly checking out my body, but not in a leering way.