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“Bono,” I reply, and say no more. I’m not sure if they know about the three brothers or not, but I’m not explaining either.

When my phone rings and I see it is Darius, I point to it and nod towards the door, signaling to Bull that I am going out to take the call. I accept his nod and answer the phone as I leave. “Hi, Darius, what’s up?”

“I wanted to ask if you had any spare time to give a hand throwing stuff into the dumpsters? Malik is working, and honestly, Joker this place is a shithole. We are throwing everything, and I mean everything. Once it’s empty, I’ll see if we need to do anything structural, but I’m thinking it’s solid but neglected. I could really use another pair of hands if you have time?” Darius sounds stressed.

“Okay. I’ll come over now for a couple of hours, but if I get a call out, I’ll have to leave,” I add that last part because I can’t neglect my job.

After informing Bull what’s going on and getting the go-ahead from him, I head to my hog. I pass Tread and Demon who have parked their recovery vehicles.

“Where are you going, Joker?” Tread asks as he stops walking.

“I’m heading to the impound lot to help Darius throw out everything from the bungalow. Everything has to go into the dumpsters, and he’s struggling on his own.”

Tread nods. “Give me a minute and I’ll come with you.”

“I’ll come too,” Demon states, and heads to the office along with Tread. I wait at my hog for them to inform Bull what’s going on before we all three head out.

At the moment, the only one out in a vehicle is Winger, and I know he’d rather be on the road than doing anything else. If he didn’t work recovery, I reckon he’d go nomad.

The rest of the day I haul everything you can imagine out of the impound lot's bungalow. Toby cannot have cleaned the place in years. How he didn’t poison himself, I don’t know.

Judge had Bowie and Whistle collect and drop off four more dumpsters during the day. We are all tired, dirty, and hungry.

“Whoever keeps farting can you stop it now. I’m just thankful the fuck doesn’t stink,” Demon snarls, giving me a dirty look.

“Don’t look at me, it’s fuckin’ Bono doing it. He’s been at it all day, and if he were alive, he’d be wearing boots overflowing with shit by now.” I demonstrate a version of heavy boots and trying to walk in them. Another row of farts erupts, and this time it stinks so we all know it’s a real one.

Tread looks at us with wide eyes, “Oops, sorry.” We all know he’s not because the bastard is laughing his ass off.

Miri is working with Coin at the moment. Something to do with the offer she has placed on behalf of the club with the realtor. It looks like Miri’s figures are well within what Coin suggested as a first project.

I’m leaning against the office door, listening to Coin and Miri, not wanting to disturb them, but interested in what Miri is doing.

“Rory has sold her house to the club, and that needs no work. We can put a brother in it at any time, or we can rent it out,” Coin says as he writes something on a notepad.

I step inside the office at that point. “How about we rent it from the club, Miri? Once our home is built, we can move into that, but it will give us the chance to get out of the clubhouse room.”

Miri turns and looks at me, contemplating what I’ve said. I know her well enough now to leave her to think it through.

“Let me think about it, Joker, but maybe you can take me to have a look before we decide anything,” Miri turned in her seat, giving me her attention.

Nodding, I step over to her, kiss her softly, then head back to the door. “I’ll talk to you later. I’m going for a shower and change out of this filth I’m carrying. Helping Darius was far worse than I expected.” I hold my arms out to the sides, letting her see the state of my clothing.

Cleaned up, dressed, and back downstairs I grab a beer from behind the bar where Spencer is wiping down shelves, then take a seat, leaning my back against the bar.

Daisy saunters over in a pair of shorts that are so short they are up the crack of her ass. Her top is so cropped that the underneath of her tits is hanging out. I watch her step toward me, and I’m ready to either move or push her out of my way. No way am I having trouble with Miri because of Fluff.

What I don’t expect is Rory to appear and stand in front of me.

“Get away from Joker. He is Miri’s man, and you know it. If you don’t move Daisy, I’m going to show you what I can do when I’m riled up. You won’t like it at all, I can promise you that,” Rory spits that out with such venom I’m shocked.

Spencer stops working and looks at Rory, but he has respect written on his face I notice. Me? I’m sitting here sipping my beer and letting Rory deal with the drama.

“I only wanted to talk to Joker,” Daisy says, doing her best to sound innocent. We all know what she is up to, and this act is not fooling anyone.

“Yeah, so what did you want to talk about?” Rory snaps as she takes a step closer to Daisy, which in return has Daisy taking a step back.

Daisy sighs, then takes another step back, “It doesn’t matter now.”