Page 54 of Nun’s Prayer

I lifted my gun and aimed at Earl.

He spat again, unfazed. The Gerrit next to him wasn’t and raised a rifle. In response, my club reacted, and then the Gerrits did too.

“Enough, ya fuckin’ hot-headed eejits. I said I’d call, Sapphire,” Earl repeated. He shoved the shotgun of the guy standing beside him down.

I took a stab in the dark. “Loretta was seen on camera, Earl.”

“She’s bringing her here.” Earl spat again.

“There’s vengeance for this, Earl. Loretta crossed the line.”

“You’re getting the bitch back; don’t push me, Sapphire,” Earl snapped.

“You forgot your place. Gerrits don’t fuckin’ challenge my club. You don’t dictate to us, and if someone steps out of line, retribution is swift.”

A junk car pulled up, and Loretta climbed out with swagger. She sneered and then moved to the passenger side. Kiki was dragged out, and my temper ignited.

“I said unharmed,” I snarled. “Does she look uninjured?”

“Loretta, you fuckin’ stupid cunt!” Earl yelled.

“Who’s her family?” I demanded.

“Nobody ain’t sayin’ shit, bitch,” Loretta crowed. She brutally shoved Kiki, who was seriously hurt. “This stuck-up cunt learned a lesson.”

“Those,” Belladonna declared, pointing at four men and five women.

“Cyber, fuck their electronics,” I ordered.

“Done.”

“Candle, that bitch, she looks to be Loretta’s mother,” I said.

Candle nodded, and her hands lit up.

The Gerrits all stepped backwards, and Loretta stopped gloating. Candle aimed at the mother and let loose. The bitch screamed and fell to her knees. Candle kept up the torture as someone moved forward, shotgun raised.

Sparrow grinned and bent the barrel back so it faced him. The idiot dropped it and backed away.

“Mama!” Loretta shrieked and ran toward her.

Sparrow held her in place as I pointed to the older woman. “Heart.” Heart’s eyes closed, and Kiki suddenly gasped in relief as Heart stole her pain and forced it onto what I assumed was Loretta’s grandma.

“Blade, Dagger,” I commanded, and the men began yelling and shouting in abject fear. Earl watched, tight-lipped, as we tortured his family and knew he was helpless against it.

“Keep it up until Stitch has healed Kiki,” I ordered.

“Enough, bitch,” Earl yelled.

“No, Earl. That woman is disabled, and your redneck inbred fuckin’ whatever Loretta is, beat the crap out of her. I say when it’s done!” I bellowed.

Loretta wailed and shouted abuse as she watched us torture her family.

Minutes ticked by while the Gerrits could only watch. One moved to shoot, and Tinkerbell froze his hands. Oops, looks like he’d lose fingers later on.

“Sapphire, my dear, I’m okay,” Kiki said fifteen minutes later. “I’d love to see my nephew, please.”

I marched over to Loretta. “You kidnapped someone belonging to the Royal Harlots and believed you were in control. Now I’ll take something of yours.”