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Find Her!
Chopper Town Biker Bar
Michael John Brewer picked a round table off the floor, raised it over his head and threw it through the plate glass window at the front of the bar. “I want that b***h found!” he yelled over the shattering glass.
“Come on, boss, it’s me,” Gears said. “I’ve got every swinging d**k available combing the area. Hell, the only Harley’s you see sitting out there are mine and yours. Everybody else is gone. They’ll find her.”
The bartender, a burly, barrel-chested man with a gargantuan beard walked around. He held a stubby wooden bat in his hand. “Hey! You mother fuckers broke my window.” He poked Grinder in the chest with it. “Look, I don’t give a s**t that you got the biggest, baddest biker g**g in the world. This is my place. I’ll kill every last one of
