“She’s a BSC Protector. She doesn’t belong to any one Club.”
What the hell does that mean? “She’s been here longer than me and I belong…I think I belong to Bravo.” Maybe.
He nods. “You’re BSC too so you belong to all BSC Clubs. You started in Bravo but was sent to Zeke right away. Sophie wassent to Phoenix for training, they had her training everywhere for different things. Maverick wanted her but Justice told Cort to keep her on the Alpha-Bits.”
I’m at Sentinel Rising now or Rescue is my Club sort of. “Me too? You agree with that?”
“Yeah. It was my advice, Teller, Citiali and Zeke agreed. You both are planners and think outside the box. Alder isn’t easy and needs someone that will stand up to him while they aren’t challenging his President position. He shoots for disrespect and sometimes that’s with bullets.”
That’s a lot of freaky agreement. “Good enough for me. I’ll watch how I maneuver him away from shit. It’s why I’m not wearing Club colors.”
He answers but I wasn’t asking. “Yeah. You’re not nomad but BSC Protector Officer has its own rocker. It’s used for Protectors with ability that are young Officers or non-ability that are Officers to be recognized at any Club. Everyone knows the BSC Protector name and show respect.”
We turn down the next intersection heading toward the bow. This is the K9 and Angel’s hall. Mucimi laughs again. Shit. I clear my head and throw chin to the seconds from our teams.
“We’re bringing them to the door by the engine room, Boss,” Moss tells me.
Mucimi shakes his head. “I got them.”
He’s gone when I look his way. That look turns into a shake of my head. Moss’s eyebrows almost hit his hairline. Charlie’s Angel’s second doesn’t react but walks into the open room.
I follow. Freaky isn’t changing tonight. Tats said it used to be worse. I’ll take the better and get back to the little Pres. He said Jack needs answers. We can help with that.
Chapter Five
Cruise ship
Hud
“There are enough Leads on this ship to take my place when you shoot. There is no fuckin’ way I’m letting you go without a team that know you, a slew of freaky Protectors or a damn unit of military trained for this. We spent all night getting the shit they did back to working and they were huntingyou,for fuck’s sake.”
The high-pitched giggle has me turning with a glare in place. Mucimi’s girl is giving me a finger wave. “You’ll need freaky, a very long chain and maybe that military unit just to keep up with Mucimi…” she is just gone.
The shake of my head was to determine the gone isn’t a trick of light or something, but the intake of breath has my eye flick to Moss. “Son of a bitch.” Alder is gone too. The growl isn’t from lack of use, pulling my phone for tracking, I’m pissed.
Moss yells. “Cap…”
“Upper deck.” I run. Demons from hell can’t stop freaky and Alpha-Bit fuckin’ trickery bullshit.
I slow on the last flight, seeing chopper blades then shake my head seeing Mucimi, Alder, Citiali, Jordan, Stella and Charlie’s Angel all watching Nash. The VP of my new mother chapter Club’s, hand waving, then point at Mucimi’s chest shows his pissed. I stop to watch at the side of the Protector teams who are just hanging back.
Barber notices me. “Sophie was stalling them. We’re helping from here.”
I nod and wait as they’re all looking this way now. “Are you going too?” I ask the Charlie’s Angel since she startedwalking this way. She did her part and I appreciate her stepping in.
“Barber, you can board now.” Jordan has Stella and Mucimi’s girl laughing.
“I came up with Stella and the K9. The K9s won’t let anyone on the chopper and you weren’t with Alder.” They all had my back.
“Good thing Nash is faster than LP. Mucimi almost got shot,” Silva says walking by us.
“Thanks, Brothers. I’ll talk to Mucimi.” I start walking toward the hell child.
“I got him towing Security while you’re with me and Alder, Brother. TheAsginawon’t pull that again. Nash should have let Alder shoot him.” Citiali isn’t happy either.
Mucimi bows his head looking embarrassed.
Before he can say anything, I ask. “Asgina?”
