“Got a lock on another girl we can turn?” he asked.

“Maybe, for one large.”

Yep.

Greedy pussy.

“You give a name, she gets us solid info, you’ll get your bonus.”

She nodded.

“Now, you’re here, I’m here, you got anything for me?”

“I think Benito is saving the best for last. He’s still concentrating on the Ruiz patch.”

This, they knew.

Benito Valenzuela was a pathological drug-dealing, porn-producing pimp who saw an opportunity when a couple of major players in Denver shifted out of the felonious into something that increased their life expectancy.

He went with it, claimed turf, did it easy, and got himself a complex that he was unstoppable.

He also got himself a mission.

Take over Denver.

All of it.

Including Chaos, the five-mile area surrounding Ride that Chaos decreed was free of drugs and whores. They decreed it but they also made it so by patrolling—brothers going out every night to keep their patch clean.

They’d been scuffling with Valenzuela for a while. Chaos attention turned to other issues. Valenzuela’s attention turned to other turf. But they’d had skirmishes, including invading a porn set to free Tabby’s junkie best friend who was paying her debt to Valenzuela by making her film debut.

Valenzuela did not take this kindly.

Since then, he’d been dormant where Chaos was concerned, doing his usual, sending dealers and whores into Chaos, causing headaches, but nothing extreme.

But the extreme was coming. Every member of the Club made it their purpose to know everything they could know about Valenzuela through every means available.

He hadn’t forgotten Chaos.

Their problem wasn’t just him. It was that with each move he made, he got more money, which meant more firepower.

No one was unstoppable.

But part of the past and future Joker had learned about his Club included learning that Valenzuela had once been a nuisance.

He was now a viable threat.

There was a day when Chaos would have moved at any time during the past few years to neutralize this threat.

But Tack had guided the Club from hostile negotiations that led to aggressive takedowns that could get bloody for all concerned to defensive maneuvers that centered solely on their patch.

If Valenzuela threatened them directly, the Club would move to take him down.

Until then, they kept their shit clean and their families safe from blowback.

This was the beef Rush had with his father. Because even if Tack had pulled the Club out of maneuvers that started antagonistic and led to violent, Tack was still set on doing whatever they had to do to keep their territory clean.

Rush felt the Club should leave the policing to the police.

Until that moment, Joker hadn’t given a shit what the Club did. Whatever it was, he was all in.