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as the colors he had once loved so much were carefully cut from his denim vest.
    Thorn watched the men with whom he’d once planned to be brothers for life, and felt at peace. He was making the best choice. He wiped at his bleeding cut again, sat down, then looked at his wife. He motioned her over and she came quickly, slipping her small hand into his larger one. “It’s going to be fine, Tears. Your dad will cool down and all of this will be forgotten. We’ll be outta his sight and, in time, things will work out.”
    “No,” she said, her voice heavy, “it isn’t going to be fine. Don’t call that bastard my father. He hit Elena, he hit Veiko, and he hit you! I’ll never ever forgive him for tonight. Your face is going to be scarred too.”
    She tried to look at the bloody cut, but Thorn pulled her down into his lap. “Scars bother you, baby? Because I’ll probably be getting more of them over the years.” He whispered gently into her ear.
    “You’re getting that one stitched before we go home,” she muttered, a bit bossy, then finally gave her man a lopsided smile.
    The clubhouse seemed to go back to normal with Cisco sweeping up the broken glass and the brothers gathered around the pool table. The jukebox played music again and the familiar scent of pot filled the air.
    Veiko sat at a table with his chair tilted back, taking it all in. He was pissed off and felt like he had let Hunter down. Fucking Nailz had a lot of explaining to do. He’d miss Thorn, but they’d always be brothers. He looked around for Kima, forgetting Cisco had muttered she’d gone home earlier. It was going to be a long night and, to be honest, home was the best place for his ol’ lady. He’d give her a call to make sure she knew it was all good, but he doubted he’d be going home to her tonight.
     

     
    N ailz stumbled into Central Jersey’s clubhouse with a drunken grin on his face. He loved this place. It held many good memories for him, and it was home. Sea Woods didn’t feel like home to him yet and he missed this place. Bikers looked up and gave him a chin-nod, which he returned. Snake was sitting with Bullet at the bar with some chick he’d never seen before. She was rather plain but sported a big juicy ass. In his drunken state, it looked mighty fine enough to him. Nailz slipped beside her and cupped a cheek. The chick didn’t even jump, so he figured she was just another biker slut. If she didn’t have a donkey face, maybe he’d fuck her. Wasn’t like he was getting anything from Jo lately.
    He turned her so he could look at her. Bullet and Snake didn’t protest. She had a nice wide mouth, just the way he used to like his sluts to have—a big loud mouth to shove his big fat cock into and shut them up, cum on their face, then walk the hell away, or else shoot his load down their throats and gag them. Occasionally he’d fuck a slut or, as they liked to say, he nailed them, hence his club name. He’d nailed plenty of sluts in his life before he married Jo. He shuddered, thinking of his red-haired shrew of a wife. She was the one person he didn’t want to think about. He eyed up Bullet and Snake as he sat down.
    “What’re you lickers doin’?” he grunted at them. “Ain’t seen much of you two lately, but I don’t get up here near as much as I should.” Nailz was slurring his words. He pounded his cut-up fist on the bar, wanting a drink.
    Bullet and Snake looked at each other, wondering what the hell was up with Nailz. They hadn’t seen him this wasted since before he met Jo. Nailz didn’t get sloppy drunk, and he was way past that now. They looked at Rebecca, who seemed to study Nailz with interest. She would be able to handle the big man easily. Still, she needed to be warned.
    Snake pulled her aside. “Rebecca, if you fuck Nailz and tell a soul, I’ll cut your tongue out. I swear to God if his wife ever hears a word, you’ll won’t lick another dick.” His hand grabbed her throat and he looked