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here is good at that? We need what contacts he has, who’s working with him, that kind of shit.”
    “I can hack and erase, I also know how to spoof, which will leave a footprint of whoever I want, even the account holder,” Bree said.
    “Good. Let’s see what kind of interesting ways we can leave a message for any wanna-be-Zane replacements that may arise. It was bodies on pikes last time… Maybe fucking balls in a jar? When we are done, this shit will stop for good. Maybe not everywhere, but for here it will,” Abi grinned, chugging her beer.
    “Sounds good. I can give you all the names of the people I overheard him say or talk about. He’d mentioned before that there were numerous houses getting and holding girls. This time, we make sure there aren’t any left alive and no one steps up to fill their position.” Rain felt more rage against him for what he did with every passing day. It haunted her that she had been capable of turning a blind eye to that. Human trade, which was only the small section of the evil they committed against the girls, was sickening.
    “The guys are gonna be a problem,” Freedom laughed.
    Shady nodded her head and looked at the women around the table. “They are, and this is gonna be an uphill battle, they will try to go around us at every turn, but we just need to stick together, and we can do this. I get what they are concerned about, and all of us know there is nothing guaranteed in life.”
    “Yep, but I couldn’t live with myself if I sat back and did nothing,” Rose said and the others agreed.
    “No one takes chances on their own, if something goes down, we are there. Now, we gather information, but we also need to brush up on self-defense, and weapons,” Abi added.
    “Right, we have a range. I also bet we can find a trainer or two who will help us,” Rose smiled.
    “Make him hot and buff just enough to piss off the guys and I am in,” Harmony said. They finished planning and then finally sat back and relaxed.
    Heaven finished her drink and waved at the bartender for another round. Their talk eased into an all-out party. “So what’s the deal with you and Knight?” Heaven asked Rain.
    “Nothing. He’s an asshole,” she huffed. Ugh . Just the thought of his name raked across her nerves.
    “Mmhumm. I’m telling you, girl, them guys stood up for you against their own. Ain’t no way in hell they’d do that unless they were staking their claim,” Nike said over the jukebox playing in the corner.
    “Fuck no. I don’t know why he did, but it wasn’t that.” She knew how he felt about her because he couldn’t be around her without spouting some sort of bullshit out of his hole.
    “I wouldn’t be so sure,” Bree said behind the lip of her glass.
    “Oh, I’m positive. That fucker can just stay the hell away from me. The less I have to deal with him the better.” Rain slammed back a shot. She sat her glass down and held on to the edge of the bar with one hand to keep from getting off balanced on her stool.
    “Too bad,” Knight’s voice boomed from behind her. Her head flipped around and she saw both Knight’s and Charro’s arms locked over their chests, their eyes focused on her.
    “What the hell are you doing here?”
    “Taking you home,” Charro said, walking toward her.
    “What? No. Home? Who the fuck do you think you are?” His bossy smirk set the whisky in her veins on fire and she was bowed up and ready.
    “That hot little temper ain’t gonna do shit for you right now, Rain. Your ass is ours. The more you fight it, the redder that ass is gonna be.” Knight walked up to her on Charro’s other side, boxing her between them.
    “Back off,” she warned. That, for some insane reason, made the Neanderthal fuckwads chuckle.
    “Or what?” Charro taunted.
    “Or I’ll fuckin’ make you back off,” she said, her voice low. Charro grinned again, sending her temper through the roof.
    With Knight closing in from behind her, all Charro had to do

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