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Shea followed Monster and Mackey inside to a room down the hallway. A long Formica table was surrounded by an assortment of mismatched chairs. Mackey stepped in front of her, barring her entry. “Sorry, only patched members.”
“Is this about the drop?”
Hunter rose from his seat at the head of the table and strutted over to her. “This is a club meeting. You ain’t welcome.”
“We’ll be out in a bit, kiddo.” Monster put a hand on her shoulder. “Let us men talk for a bit.”
Shea glared at Hunter. “You best not put Annie at more risk.”
He tilted his head. “What kind of father you think I am?”
“You want me to answer that?”
He shoved her into the hallway and slammed the door in her face.
Shea slunk back to the laundry room, pulled her clothes out of the dryer, and slipped out of Goatsy’s s
