10
Kingdom sauntered into the Squad clubhouse and walked up to the bar, where Cutter and Puck were posted in their regular seats. Puck greeted him with a chin lift and said, “Good thing you’re here, ’cause we have a situation with the Hellions that Prez wants addressed to-f*****g-night.”
The edges of Kingdom’s mouth sloped down. The Squad made more than a quarter of their income from Rhode Island, but the Provincetown Hellions MC were wanting a larger cut than they deserved for allowing the Squad to work in their backyard.
“Aw, f**k, I’ve got something at seven that I can’t miss.”
Puck arched one eyebrow. “What in the hell can you not miss when we have the Hellions breathin’ down our necks?”
Cutter gave his signature smirk. “It’s the chick, isn’t it? The one from the tattoo shop. King
