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CHAPTER 32

Idaho

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," Butcher grumbled as he tugged at the collar of his dress shirt. "This is a problem for me."

"Speak for yourself," Toxic said, turning from side to side as he slid his hands down over his suit coat. "I look fucking amazing. You think this'll get me pussy?" he asked me.

Chuckling, I nodded. "It'll get you a different kind of pussy," I told him.

"Hmmm, sophisticated pussy. Repressed, underfucked, needing a little bit of downtown rough. Yeah, this'll be a good night."

"Be careful," Static advised, "dressing this way draws in the ladies easily, but they tend to be clingy. Especially since they'll think you have money."

"Who says I don't?" Toxic asked, with raised brows.

Hellfire looked over at him in shock. "Do you? And is it yours?"

Toxic just grinned at him and shrugged. "If it's in my possession it's mine."

"Are you ready?" Lock asked, sticking his head into the room. "I've got the Berserker's Rage guys all set up downstairs and around the property."

"Thanks again for calling them for me, Lock."

"No problem. Their president, Cypher, was happy to loan us Cynic and the rest of his guys. Said it's been boring up there in Wyoming the last few months and the guys were getting antsy. I just don't know how you knew to have me call them before you even knew this shit was going down." Lock walked into the room to join us.

We were upstairs on the third floor, getting ready in one of the staterooms while the party started downstairs. Most of our brothers were going to be posing as either security or waiters tonight, in order to keep an eye on things, and look for Eva. We all knew our duties for the event, but a couple of the guys weren't too thrilled about the suits. The potential for this shit to go sideways was high, so we were all taking this seriously. That was also the reason we left the women at home. We couldn't risk them getting hurt. Priest, Rip, Mel, Bear, and Dash were there protecting them and the kids tonight.

"Just a hunch" I told him with a shrug. "Just glad it worked out."

"You fuckin' Sharpe guys and your hunches," Hush muttered. "Should be playin' poker in Vegas."

"Not allowed to anymore," Lock said with a straight face.

"What's your plan if she doesn't show up?" Smoke asked, combing a hand through his hair as he stared into the mirror.

"She's already here," I told him. "Thomas has been keeping me updated on her whereabouts."

"Glad the gorilla is on our side this time," Ricochet commented.

"You're telling me," Toxic said. "Took enough of us to take him down the first time. We don't need him coming after us again."

"Aright," Lock told everyone. "You have your assignments. Don't start any shit," he said, looking directly at Butcher.

"Why you looking my way?" he muttered. "You need to be telling that to the ladies’ man here. He's going to hit on some married woman and piss her husband off." He folded his arms over his chest.

"Good point," Lock told him, then glared at Toxic. "No pussy tonight."

"What?" Toxic barked. "That's just-" When everyone glared his way, he heaved a sigh. "Fine. But that's a complete waste of this fucking suit."

"Hell, you're with Heckle and Schmeckle," Lock ordered. "Keep them in line." Hell's mouth dropped open and he looked like he was about to argue, but Lock just kept going. "Ricochet."

"Yeah, Prez."

"You and Hush are with Smoke. Same thing. Keep him under control."

"I don't think that's necessary," Smoke told him, then shrugged when Lock's expression hardened. "Fine. Fuck."

"Don't do anything stupid," Lock said. "And keep your eyes open for Krier."