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“How do you feel about Jorie?” Ramona snorts when Hudsyn asks that question.
“How do I feel about that bitch? I feel like she needs to die slowly and painfully for killing all our fathers.” Ramona’s head swings toward Atticus. “Does that answer your stupid question? Or were you looking for a more emotional statement from my feelings? How I’m sad our friend has tiny breast issues and jumped to stealing and eventually murder to get shit in life?” She grabs her leather cut and exposes her chest covered with a pink tank top. “See these tiny breasts? See me stealing and killing? Everyone has flaws and issues and every-fucking-one deals with them in their own way. Hers is fucked-up and therefore I feel nothing for the bitch other than hate. So, fuck her and fuck you.” She turns to face Hudsyn and her voice is calm and respectful when she says, “Next question, please, Prez.”
Hudsyn inclines her head but turns to Atticus. “Do I need to ask the third question or skip to the next one?”
Atticus chuckles and rises to his feet and strolls to Ramona.
Half sitting on the table in front of her, he leans into her personal space. “Since you answered my third question where I always ask about revenge or justice, I’d say we skip straight to the two remaining questions. But I do have to say, your magnificent, perky tits are fucking distracting. Shouldn’t have flashed those at me, sweets. I’m having a hard time focusing as it is with those forest green eyes of yours.”
“Stick to the questions, stud. I’m not interested, nor can I be persuaded to fall for the whole ‘good cop’ vibe.” She glances straight past him. “Prez, next question.”
Before Hudsyn can speak, Atticus asks, “Do you have any idea where she might be hiding out?”
“Anyone with a dick who gives her attention?” Ramona quips. “Not you, you’re too young for her liking. She’s the kind who likes to scream ‘give it to me, Daddy,’ while riding cock if you know what I mean.”
A growl of frustration rumbles through Atticus’ chest. “Anyone in particular?”
“She had one guy she used to date, no clue who it was. The only thing she talked about was his pierced cock.” She gives him a smirk. “Which I can describe in full detail if you want.”
Atticus rubs a hand over his face to cover up a few curses.
He glances over his shoulder at Hudsyn. “You do know we have to work together, right?”
Hudsyn narrows her eyes. “We’re sitting here answeringyourquestions, don’t complain if you don’t like the answers. Besides, it’s all moot anyway. You know who is responsible for killing Tikki, I’d say we’d be more productive if we all got on our bikes and track her down.”
“And in order to track her down we need to know where to fucking go,” Atticus snaps back. “We already have men out there to track down her father to see what his part is in all of this. We know where her brother is, in the damn hospital, but the fucker can’t talk due to his jaw wired shut. Other than this clubhouse and her family’s address we don’t have much to go on.”
Hudsyn seems unphased by his outburst. Atticus shakes his head and I know what he’s thinking because like I said, we’ve solved many cases together and Hudsyn’s reaction tells the both of us she knows where Jorie might be but is biding her time.
Atticus’ eyes hit mine and I give a slight nod, knowing all too well what his next step entails and for the first time in my life, I hate the tie of loyalty pulling me toward the club. This because my loyalty belongs to my old lady.
CHAPTER SEVEN
– HUDSYN –
They say vengeance is bittersweet. Not sweet, not bitter, but bittersweet. For me, though? Right now, the sense of betrayal is the heavy undertone. All because I feel deeply for a man who has managed to crawl underneath my skin and lodged himself inside my heart within a matter of days.
And I left him. In my bed without telling him where I was going when I sneaked out twenty minutes ago. When Atticus wanted to question everyone, the girls and I shared a group hug where I quickly gave them the choice of letting the law handle it or continue the vow we took when we picked up the cuts of our fathers to continue this MC and get justice ourselves.
The response was unanimous; deal with it ourselves. And now that we knew who planted the IED–along with the money trail–and who recently took another loved one of ours, we agreed not to wait.
I mean, it’s not like we need the manpower or abilities they can offer. All of us were trained by our fathers. For endurance, being stealthy in movements, handling weapons, fighting, and handling anything life throws at you with a clear and sane head. Except for Jorie, the things her father taught her she used for personal gain and to destroy innocent lives.
It’s for this reason I sent two members on a recon and have three others watching our surroundings while the rest of us are talking things through. This because we know exactly where Jorie is; in the house we have a visual on.
It’s not property owned or rented by her, her father, or her brother. It belongs to Jacob, the other member who was thrown out, in bad standing along with his buddy Cooper. Medley mentioned Jorie always had a crush on several members of the MC and how she always dates guys who are at least ten or fifteen years older than her.
This little detail made us realize Jacob might have been more involved with Jorie and Cooper than just stealing money. And it’s also why Jorie never brought her so called “fuckbuddy” we knew she had to the clubhouse. Because if we’d known she was seeing Jacob–who was expelled by our fathers–we never would have agreed to it.
My eyes slide to my sister, Medley.
She gives a little shake of her head. “Don’t. I can see it in your eyes and those furrowed eyebrows that you’re struggling with going behind your man’s back. You have the same look when you want to check out a lead yourself instead of asking one of us to join you. And since all of us are here, except Sonnet who is resting, I know it’s about your old man.”
I release a deep breath. “Like the MC, the ranch, you guys…he’s my future, Medley.”
“I would hope so, otherwise it would be a little futile to feel like crap, huh?” She glances around her to make sure everyone doesn’t overhear when she says, “I’m not telling you this as your VP but as your sister, okay?”
“Ooookay,” I drag the word out, wondering where she’s going with this.
