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I want to pepper Bishop with questions about what the fuck is going on, but it isn’t the time. If he wants me to get in the safe room, that means someone is trying to get into the clubhouse. Whoever is crazy enough to try to hit the Hounds on their home turf is dangerous. There’s no telling what kind of arsenal they have if they are bringing the fight to the Hellhounds’ front door.

“Go now. Shoot anybody that ain’t us. You feel me?” Bishop questions, handing me a gun.

I nod my understanding. He takes my lips in a bruising kiss before hugging me tightly. He looks me in the eyes, and I do my best not to tear up.

“I love you. Stay safe,” he says before leaving out the door.

That I love you felt like goodbye, and I refuse for that to be the case. We just found each other. There’s no way life is that unfair.

Needless to say, when I make it down the stairs and into the safe room, the party is officially over. The clubhouse is a humongous building with all kinds of space. There are rooms I’ve never been in and probably never will.

However, the safe room is one place that I’ve known about since they put it in. The security on the room is top-notch, and if you don’t have a code, then you ain’t gettin’ in. Because I worked in the clinic, I have a code. All of the members can get in, and some of the prospects.

Tonight, though, all of the bunnies, sweet butts, and Old Ladies are in here. I’m glad the room is spacious enough to fit all of us, because there’s no telling how long we’ll be in here. I’m anxious to know what’s going on, but I do my best to keep it together.

I’m sticky, sweaty, and I smell like sex, so the last place I want to be is stuck in here with a bunch of whining ass women. To be in this life, you have to know when to shut the fuck up. That’s why some of these chicks in here will never be part of the family; they don’t know when to be quiet.

“I just came here to have a good time. I didn’t know I was gonna be shot at,” one girl, who I’ve never seen before, cries.

I shake my head, rolling my eyes at her. It’s fine if you want to party, but at least know who the fuck you’re partying with. Going to the middle of nowhere to drink and be wild with people you don’t know is dumb as hell.

“Bitch, did you think this was a frat house? Like, you’re in the Hellhounds clubhouse. Sometimes shooting is part of the experience,” Trixie says, shrugging.

I chuckle because she’s right, but I still don’t like her ass. Even Trixie knows what the fuck is up. If you’re gonna take a chance and come to a place like this, at least be prepared for anything.

“Right, what you thought? This was Kappa Gamma Phi or some shit,” Dee adds, cackling.

It’s crazy how we can all fight like cats and dogs, but at least we know about this life. Women who come around on some tourism type shit irritate the hell out of me. They can get everybody hemmed up. It’s too many criminal activities happening for a random bitch to be here.

“I bet a prospect invited her scary ass,” Cherry says.

It takes about twenty minutes for everyone to chill out and settle down. The large room that we’re in was made for just these types of occasions. Large sectional couches, heavy-duty recliners, and even a few twin beds fill one area. There’s a kitchenette with a fully stocked refrigerator, a small bathroom, and books and magazines spread throughout the space.

There’s only about ten or eleven of us in here, but nobody wants to be stuck in a safe room. After speaking with Dee, I find out that Roxy and Sassy had already left before shit had popped off. I’m sure they’re both in safe rooms at home.

When my phone rings, I’m surprised that I have reception. The signal isn’t strong, but when I see it’s Mama calling, I answer it.

“Hello? Mama, can you hear me?” I say, moving around, trying to get better reception.

“Blue! Plea… help. Chauncey… crazy. I don’t know… wh… I…”

“Mama? Mama?”

The phone cuts out so badly I can’t understand what the hell is going on. I keep screaming into the phone, hoping Mama can hear me, but all I hear is static and crying. I feel helpless.

“Chauncey!” I hear Mama scream.

BOOM!

“Mama!” I scream, but the line has disconnected.

CHAPTER 17

PROTECTION

BISHOP

I head downstairs with my guns cocked and loaded. The brothers are moving most of the women to the safe room I told Blue to go to. I see Big Country moving towards the front of the clubhouse with his gun.