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way is fuckin’ bombing their hideout,” Vero said with a nasty grin.
     
    My stomach twisted when she said that. I couldn’t explain why, and I’d never have admitted it, but suddenly Elliot’s face flashed into my mind. I knew that I couldn’t kill him, no matter what one of his boys had done. I just couldn’t.
     
    “No,” I said firmly. “We’re going to get the Russians out from under Tiger’s Blood, and get them to start supplying us instead. We’ll wipe out Tiger’s Blood by eliminating their need for gunrunning, and they’ll be forced to disband.”
     
    “That ain’t good enough,” Vero repeated in a hiss. “I want to see those fucks dead on the ground. Bloody and maimed.” She raised her fist in the air and yelled, “Dead!”
     
    “Dead!” the other girls chimed in, beating the table with their fists. “We want to see them dead!”
     
    “No,” I said forcefully, banging on the table with a gavel. “No! That’s not how we’re going to do this! Listen to me, I’m your fucking president!” After a few more slams on the table, Vero, Anya, and Lydia all looked up at me. The other girls glanced around, looking nervous.
     
    “Come on,” Anya said in a softer tone. “You know that what we’re asking for isn’t unreasonable.”
     
    I swallowed hard. “We’re not doing any of the killing ourselves,” I said. “We have no proof. We can’t just storm in and attack them.”
     
    “No,” Vero said slowly. “But we can call the cops. We can rat them out and give out info about the Russians supplying Tiger’s Blood with guns. You know that, Sephy. Don’t be a fool.”
     
    I cringed at the word cops. Motorcycle clubs, especially outlaw biker gangs like the Amazons and Tiger’s Blood didn’t ever get involved with the cops. If we did, it was to get some local protection. But we never ratted each other out. It hadn’t always been like this, but ever since a few years back, it was unwritten code. Before the Amazons were formed, there had been another female biker gang, Hell’s Kittens, that was attacked by an all-male MC, The Drifters. There had been a rape and the Kitten involved reported it to the cops. When The Drifter responsible went to prison, he organized an attack from the inside on the Hell’s Kittens.
     
    Let’s just say the Kittens weren’t around any longer. Ratting out other MCs to cops was a cardinal sin in the biker world. It was the worst of the worst, the lowest of the low. If I ratted out Tiger’s Blood because of their weapons supplier, they’d come after us before we could say boo.
     
    “We can’t do that,” I finished sharply. “We can’t rat them out. We are dead if we do that, you all understand?”
     
    Vero snapped her head up. “You’re being a real cunt today, Sephy,” she snapped. “You ain’t thinkin’ of the good of your girls. You’re thinking of your own selfish head,” she added. “You ain’t even want to defend Lydia!”
     
    Indignity and outrage rose in my blood. “What the fuck are you talking about?” I snapped back. “Everything I’m doing right now is so we can get back at those assholes! But we can’t turn them over to the cops, Vero. The cops will sniff down on us faster than we could turn our backs.”
     
    Vero tutted. “You coward,” she said, lifting her chin high in the air, as if balancing something on the end. “You wanna see Lydia’s rapist go unpunished.”
     
    I gaped. “This is fucking ridiculous. You have no fucking idea what I’m thinking!”
     
    “Hey,” Anya said, waving her hand around in the air. “Quit arguing! This is fucking important, and we have to decide today!”
     
    “We’re not calling the cops, and that’s final,” I said as I crossed my arms over my chest. A room full of women glared right back at me. “Do none of you care about the future of the Amazons?”
     
    Lydia’s shoulders sagged. “Sephy,” she said. “Come on, you don’t understand. Have you ever been