War's P.O.V.
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Fu.ck, I'm exhausted. Sleeping on the floor in Sabel's room wasn't my best idea. In my defense, I didn't want to come back to the clubhouse and find Kitty still in my bed. From what Baffle found on the cameras that we got set up all over the clubhouse, the bi.tch picked my lock.
Now Baffle and Psych have to go through all the bedrooms and get a new system for the locks. Which meant we had church early as f***k this morning to discuss what to do. Gnarly and Feral went over the numbers, and now we're all getting those fancy fingerprint door locks.
I spent over an hour figuring out how it was going to go too. First, the patched brothers who stay at the clubhouse and my office, then the other offices, the other bedrooms, and so on. I want m
