The shop was quiet, dark, empty.
From all of the empty bottles, cans, beer cups, cigarette packs, and the full ashtrays, he surmised that his 'boys' had a party. Again.
Not that he minded. It was good for him to have them hooking up with other gangs, making friends, friends he could call on in a pinch.
A mobile army of bikers was a good thing to
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