Page 30 of Nun’s Prayer

“What?”

“You didn’t ask where Kiki lived!” Blue replied.

I’d just inadvertently shown my hand. Instead of pushing, Blue smiled, dismounted, and turned his head as a car pulled up.

“That’s likely the woman coming for her interview,” Blue remarked.

“Oh, hell no! Get back in your car!” I ordered, getting off my Harley.

Blue looked at me in confusion as I confronted Loretta Brown.

“What the fuck?” Loretta demanded.

“This lady is under RHMC protection. Now get lost, bitch!”

Loretta spat at my feet, and my hand shot out and smacked her around the face.

“Don’t push it, Loretta. I’m fully capable of giving you a beat-down,” I warned.

Loretta eyed Blue. “You could do better than that. Loser!” She climbed back into the car before I could react and drove away.

“Okay, what the hell was that?” Blue demanded.

I liked how he’d let me handle it and hadn’t come over all macho. Blue always knew what to do.

“That was Loretta Brown,” I replied.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Blue agreed as the front door opened.

“She was Loretta Gerrit before.”

Blue recoiled as the truth of who Loretta was sank in. He paled. “Do you think she targeted Kiki?”

“This was a live-in position? No way would Loretta do that. She was probably targeting Kiki as vulnerable and would then rob her. I’ve warned her: if anything happens now, Loretta knows I’ll come for her. But even so, I’ll have Ace visit and check her security. Cyber says she’s great at that,” I responded.

“Well, are you joining me or making out in the street?” Kiki called from the door.

“Coming, Aunt Kiki,” Blue replied and took my elbow. Before I realised, he’d marched me up the path and into the house.

Chapter Seven.

Nun

Kiki physically shoved me forward into her kitchen, fussing over me. I’d tried to escape, but the woman gave me some serious side-eye, and I behaved.

“I love your outfit; it’s adorable. That’s something I would have worn when I was younger,” Kiki enthused. Blue rolled his eyes and laughed as he put the kettle on.

I didn’t know if Kiki was making fun of me. I wore knee-high boots, fishnet stockings, leather shorts, a strappy criss-cross bra top, and my cut.

“Aunt Kiki would have worn that,” Blue commented in answer to my unasked question.

“You must be Nun; I’ve learned a lot about you from Blue,” Kiki stated, beaming at me.

“Don’t believe everything,” I replied with an awkward smile.

“Oh, you’re not badass or kickass?” Kiki teased.

“Well, yeah, I’m all that,” I responded, smiling.