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know I have no problem with killing an enemy, everyone knows that.
    “When you use an enemy’s woman, I consider that spoils of war. You don’t fuck up a helpless woman like you did. What kind of man has to keep a woman chained like a fucking dog? You use them and lose them, you don’t torture them for fun. Not like that. I could maybe deal if she was an evil bitch that caused personal problems for you, this shit ain’t nothin’ but psycho shit, and we got enough psychos .”
    Where the Prez of Lucifer’s Breed pulled his dagger from Future didn’t see, she did see the blade shoved between Jarl’s ribs. She saw the blade when Wolfman handed the hilt to her and told her to, “Carve the coward up, but don’t kill him yet.” She saw the evil bastard’s eyes fill with fear when she fulfilled her fondest wish, the dagger was nice and sharp, and Jarl screamed before she handed the weapon back to its owner.
    She didn’t hear the groans from the crowds of men. She felt something deep inside let loose, and her spirit lighten. She surprised the man by politely thanking him. “You have no idea, no idea, of the nightmares I’ve suffered. Thank you.” She walked back to stand between Demon and Charlie. The temptation to use that dagger to its fullest potential on both Jarl and Mule was strong, but she knew she wouldn’t have been able to finish the job without pissing off the embarrassed Breed President. His concession to her would have to be good enough.
    Mule was dealt with in a similar fashion, but no repeat offer came from the Breeds. They got the name Fred as the fourth man in the cabin that night. Fortunately for Fred, he’d died last year on a run, when his tires hit some gravel that had been shoved onto the pavement by a road truck or something. The lids on the wooden crates were nailed down. Reeker was another story.
    His crate was given to Mule, but they had no intention of giving him the dirt nap. His cut and clothing was taken from the crate before the lid was nailed down, and he was cut loose from the duct tape bindings. “”I’m not doing this because of the split tail, that was spoils of war, I’m not doing this because of the death of the Bastards man either. This is for lying to the club, to me, and pretending to be something you’re not. Makes me think you might have designs on my back. You are done, your name will be stricken from any records as a member. You’re gonna be shunned, any member seen with you, or that wishes to back you, will suffer the same fate. We are men, not fucking cowards like your friends there.”
    Wolfman handed Reeker’s cut to his lieutenant, and the man tossed it into the closest fire. They turned their backs to the lone man who was dressing, and appearing to be holding back tears. Whether tears of relief at not suffering the fate his friends did, or for the loss of a club that was his family for over half of his lifetime, no one cared to question him. He began walking from the field and no one paid attention to him again, his bike would be outside the gates of the club when he got there.
    The Presidents and their lieutenants went back to the tent. By six o’clock in the morning, they were all headed back to their clubs. There would be another meeting to solidify the truce, and an infancy of an alliance, but for now, everyone was satisfied with the outcome of the meeting.
    Future didn’t argue or get into one of the trucks on the way back, she climbed onto the bitch perch of the Tryke and let the cool autumn wind blow away any lingering doubts in her mind that her nightmare had been put to rest. She didn’t delude herself into believing the bad dreams would end, but she knew they would not be as intense, and hopefully they would lesson over time.
     

Chapter Seven
     
    All the way back to the club, Big Dog thought about the woman at his back. Seeing the scars she carried only bothered him when he thought of the suffering she had gone through, and lived to show and