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stream of smoke and shook his head. “No. For one thing, Misty might get off on it, the crazy bitch. For another, we might be able to use this to our advantage.”
    “What do you mean?” I asked, leaning against the door.
    “I think we should set ‘em up. In fact,” he gave us a shit-eating grin. “I think I might know just how to do it.”
    “Oh yeah? Fill us in,” said Tank.
    It took him a while to answer. “Let’s just say that spying on us is going to send Mud to prison for a very long time, boys.”
    “Prison. What do you mean?” asked Tank. “I thought I was going to kill the fucker after you were done eloping?”
    “Actually, I’ve been having second thoughts on that,” he answered. “The law is watching us closely these days. Killing any of the Devil’s Rangers is too risky. I don’t want either of you going to jail. I’d rather see Mud behind bars for the rest of his life and knowing exactly who put him there.”
    “I don’t know,” he said. “Prison is too easy of a sentence, if you ask me.”
    “Death is too quick of a sentence,” countered Slammer. “We need him to rot behind bars for the rest of his life.”
    “He’s right, brother,” I answered. “Mud will suffer more behind bars than he would if you killed him. He’s made a lot of enemies and some of them are in prison. Life wouldn’t be as easy as you might think for a shit-bag like him.”
    “Maybe,” he answered , not looking too convinced. “So, what’s the plan?”
    “You’ll find out soon enough,” answered Slammer, flicking his cigarette away. “I need to make some phone calls and get shit rolling. Once I get the ducks in order and everyone on board, I’ll fill you in on the details.”
    “What do you want us to do right now?” I asked as he opened up the door.
    “Get Chopper down here to help you look for wires or any other recording devices. I seriously doubt you’ll find anything, though. Misty doesn’t seem smart enough to set something like that up and keep it running.”
    “And none of the Devil’s Rangers have ever been to this clubhouse?” I asked. We’d had a lot of parties, but Slammer was selective when it came to outsiders. That didn’t mean someone couldn’t have slipped in during a drunken bash. Especially with the help of Misty.
    “Not that we know of,” said Tank, as we followed Slammer down the hallway.
    “Exactly and that’s why you two need to search this place. I’ll be back this afternoon. Oh, before I forget, you find out if Brandy’s carrying your kid yet, Raptor?”
    “Next week,” I answered. Just thinking about it left a sour taste in my mouth. I wanted children someday, but not now and certainly not with Brandy. I just wanted her gone.
    “You trust her?” he asked.
    I laughed. “Are you fucking kidding me? Hell no.”
    “That’s too bad. I was hoping you two were settling down now that she’s pregnant. I was also hoping to use her to keep an eye on Misty. But, if you don’t trust Brandy, either…”
    “I don’t even trust that the child she’s carrying is mine.”
    “If it is?” he asked.
    “I’ll do my duty as a father and make sure I’m in its life.  But I’m not getting back with her, no matter how much she wants it to happen.”
    “You think she got pregnant on purpose?” he asked.
    “I don’t think so,” I replied. “At least, I hope the fuck not.”
    “I know you’re still pissed at what she did, but do you still have feelings for her?” he asked me.
    I smirked. “Only bad ones.”
    “He’s got the hots for Krystal’s best friend, Adriana,” said Tank.
    “That’s right. The skinny redhead,” replied Slammer. “That’s the one you were planning on patching before you found out about the kid, right?”
    “Things haven’t changed. She’s my Old Lady already. Just need to make it official.”
    He put a hand on my shoulder. “Well, looks like you’ve got your hands full, son.”
    “Yeah, but it’s nothing I can’t