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“You mean I’m not getting a sex slave?” Teddy complained. He stood up and grabbed her wrist. “I saved you on that promise. I’m taking you back out there.” Tinkerbell’s eyes widened, and Teddy began laughing. “Joke, Tink.”

“I hate you,” she muttered, stabbing her fork into her scampi.

“Yup. Go ahead,” Teddy said cheerfully. He looked smug as hell, and I wondered what was going on between them. We kept teasing each other until a woman arrived as we finished the meal.

“Hey, did you enjoy that?” she questioned.

“Yeah, it was brilliant!” Belladonna enthused.

“Great, drop us a review, and here’s your footage. It’ll be interesting.” She grinned. She dropped a USB into Belladonna’s hand.

“Footage?” I asked.

“Yes, it’s all filmed and then put together for you to watch at home.” She smirked at Tinkerbell and me and walked away.

“That wasn’t mentioned.” Dagger scowled as Belladonna laughed.

“Movie night!” She cackled, and we all grimaced.

We finished our meals, settled the bill, and started making our way to where we’d all parked. As we did, I realised only our vehicles were left.

“Huh. I expected more people here considering how good that was,” I remarked.

“I told you, I paid for us to have exclusive use of the last two slots tonight,” Belladonna replied. “Let’s go watch this footage! It’ll be fun.”

Sparrow

My sisters moaned and groaned their way through the video recording, although it was hysterical. We’d all missed a lot, especially when we’d been separated, so it was entertaining seeing what happened. Who needed horror movies when we had this?

Finally, it got late, and Hatton, Warrick, Cassidy, and Teddy headed home, so we hit the sack. With Halloween just hours away, predicting Belladonna’s intentions was impossible. She had something up her sleeve; that was certain.

Belladonna, Brielle, Gamma, and Kiki were in full flow. We’d been kicked out of the clubhouse this morning as they kidnapped the stable, Hayden, and Blue. The caterers had arrived, and the food was being cooked; it smelled delicious.

Most of us headed for our businesses, intent on staying out of the lunatic’s way. Last night was fun, but Sapphire wanted us to dress up tonight.

I took my laptop to the Royal Club, where we had a private suite. The women’s club was exclusive, expensive, and infamous in Portsmouth and the surrounding towns. It was Sailor’s baby, and she’d made it perfect. Wood panelling, tiled or parquet flooring, Mackintosh-designed stained-glass windows, enormous fireplaces, and Tiffany-covered wall lights and crystal chandeliers. The Royal Club screamed money.

On entering, you were met by a reception that oozed nineteen-hundreds Charles Rennie Mackintosh elegance. You signed the attendance book, then passed through a short hallway. Down here were doors to the manager’s office, tucked alongside a cloakroom, staff room, and toilets. On the left stood a bar featuring an enormous reception room. Huge leather Chesterfield sofas dominated, alongside armchairs, high-backed wing chairs, and ornate coffee tables. The Mackintosh design was prominent and stylish.

A poolroom stood on the left side. Some small, scattered seating arrangements and a few studies were open to all tiers. A garden room overlooking lavish gardens also sat there.

Waiters served the clients here, and disrespect was not tolerated. This was the common area.

A portion of the second floor was accessible to all members and boasted a library, dining room, and kitchen where chefs crafted expensive, delicious meals.

The remainder of the space held some private dining rooms and a smaller, cosier, top-tier membership drawing room. Half of the third floor held private studies where business meetings happened daily. This was where women with power came, and we provided everything they might need. The other half of the third floor and the fourth level were split into ten luxury two-bedroom apartments. Men were barred from the club. If a woman wanted male company, she used a hotel.

These apartments were not used as sex rooms. Businesswomen rented them for a year if they visited from out of town frequently. We had a waiting list. Sailor had created a masterpiece, and everybody wanted membership. Not everyone met the requirements.

Here I was, safe from anything Halloween. The club only decorated for one holiday: Christmas. I could escape the madness for a few hours!

I headed for our suite to check on what my next orders would be. The sex toy trade had doubled in the last couple of months, and I needed to stay on top of that. If only Wylde had known when he raided me that he had caught me with items for smuggling. I smirked. Bless him, he’d never once guessed that sex toys were illegal goods in certain countries. Anyway, time for work!

I sat down as texts flooded in. Everyone was complaining, and it was funny, although I couldn’t say so. Belladonna had bought outfits for those who hadn’t, and she was going to make them suffer. I’d got a cute pumpkin costume. It would do, and if Belladonna didn’t like it, she could stick it.

Sapphire

We arrived back, and the clubhouse had been transformed. As had Belladonna. She wore the sexiest Wonder Woman outfit I’d ever seen.