“Because Joke is a focus, and Valenzuela’s focus is not good to have. Might just be that woman,” he tipped his head to the street where Heidi was. “Might be a specific vendetta. Valenzuela plays any angle, and Chaos is known for a weapon of choice. Those bein’ knives.”

“Not gonna carve my own name and my Club in a dead woman’s body,” Joker ground out.

“No, you wouldn’t,” Hank said. “But past history, when Chaos was a different club, members had a way with knives and were so up their own asses, they didn’t mind markin’ their territory.”

This was history not shared while he was a recruit, and Joker looked to Tack.

Tack looked pissed.

“That isn’t past history, Hank, it’s ancient history,” Tack stated. “Only one fuck did that, and his back is blacked for puttin’ Chaos out there with shit like that, not to mention seein’ as he’s doin’ time until he dies for havin’ his head up his ass. He carved Chaos, but when the Club was fucked, he was more fucked, and even the brothers who wanted to walk that dark path we were on before I pulled the Club out were all over strippin’ his patch.”

“Regardless if you wanna claim it, it’s still Chaos. Shit like that makes legend, and legend never dies,” Hank returned.

“So you think Valenzuela is settin’ up the Club?” Tack asked.

“I think it’s lost on nobody you’re cleaning a new patch, and that nobody includes Valenzuela,” Hank said by way of answer. “Now, you already know to watch your back, so I won’t repeat it.” He looked to Joker. “Don’t know if you were tight with her, but sorry for your loss.”

He wasn’t tight with her, but he didn’t want her and her kid dead.

“Thanks,” he muttered.

There was hand shaking, and Tack and Joker walked back to the tape. When they did, Joker saw Lee had broken off and was standing with Luke and another member of his team, Hector Chavez.

They got looks and nods and ducked under the tape to go to their own crew, which had grown to include every member of Chaos, excluding those on patrol, but including Big Petey.

They barely stopped before Hawk declared, “Know you’re not gonna like it, but I think you need to pull back from claimin’ more territory.”

“That’s not gonna happen,” Tack replied.

“A woman’s dead,” Hawk returned.

“Chaos didn’t kill her,” Tack bit back.

“Your advance was too aggressive,” Hawk retorted.

“It’s done and it’s not gonna get undone,” Tack stated. “We took our turf, we hold steady.”

“Then what?” Hawk asked. “His return play was that,” and he pointed to the tape, indicating Heidi.

“Right,” Brock Lucas put in, eyes to Hawk. “You and Tack could argue about the color of the sky.”