Hell Ride Page #2

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Were. They're finito.

Goody Two-Shoes just called in.

You know, Speed and the Six-Six-Six'ers,

They set up the St. Louie crack-by.

With Opium.

The Six-Six-Six'ers are definitely coming at us.

Deuce and Billy Wings are coming.

Meet me tomorrow. In Tuscon. Dani's Inferno.

Yeah.

How much did the Deuce pay you

to set off St. Louie?

Stand up?

I'm sorry.

Please...

Right from the start

I treated you like a son.

Oh well...

Family isn't everything.

No no, no...

Where's the Deuce, Doc?

And where's Pistolero?

I guess I'm just a f***-up Billy.

Yes, you are.

And I guess I won't be needing your services anymore.

You're off the payroll Doc.

Hello Gigi.

- Hey

Hey.

Tell Yvonne that the Victors are gonna seize

the VIP table.

Bring over some beer.

- Well if our beer don't kill you

It'll sure make you piss stronger.

I got the Cowboy.

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B*tch!

- Slut!

Yeah?!

Hi Gent.

Nice.

Hello

Hey, how many of these f***ing

Oily little Devils you bang anyway, man?

Yvonne!

You snuck up on me didn't you?

Uh, gentlemen, this is Yvonne.

The future... Mrs. Gent.

Yeah, we won't be shopping for furniture

anytime soon.

What happened?

Oh, you introduced Gigi as the...

future Mrs. Gent last month.

muttering

I forgot.

To the next Mrs. Gent.

Oh and when you're done.

Come to my office.

We're having a private party.

- I'm f***ing there.

Right now.

- These guys are animals.

Why we gotta wait?

B*tch!

Okay, you're out!

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And you're out!

Hey!

- Pistolero

Kept his word.

He made a vow

To the Three B's:

Bikes, Beer and Booty.

We could be rich, man.

You know... I'm talking about Four B's.

Bikes, Beer, Booty and Big Bucks, man!

That's actually f***ing 5 B's. Right there.

Listen, there's a lot of dough to be had out there.

All right? Deuce. the Six-Six-Six'ers.

They're the f***ing future.

Pistolero... He's the ou

All I know.

Is I'd battle Satan for Pistol.

A little f***ing redundant don't you think?

- You know what? F*** you.

F*** you.

F*** me?

Hey, f*** both you guys man.

I'm headed in there right now

And f***ing wrestling those b*tches.

Hey! Ape sh*t!

Well, f*** it. If I have to help him

I have to help that sweet little Devil.

Come on

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Come on in.

Oh man.

- Sh*t.

Hey, hey!

- Yeah

That was some good sh*t.

- You see me...

Where's all them oily pussies at anyway man?

The oily bird gets the worm.

Meet me at Tuscon tomorrow, at 6 o'clock.

Dani's Inferno.

Ladies are not welcome, except on Ladies' Night.

I got a sit-down with the Sixers.

Well...

The f***ing Sixers ain't here.

This better not be one long f***ing ride

for nothing, man.

Well, I gotta take a piss.

Where's your head?

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