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“Backup if we need it,” Bear explained.
“Okay,” Polly said. “Shall we get this show on the road, then?”
“No qualms about heading off with five strange men?” I asked, amused.
“I can kill them with my bare hands, so no,” Polly said abruptly, and the two newcomers shared amused glances.
“You can try,” Shotgun said, smirking. Moments later, Polly was at Shotgun’s throat, her hands on a pressure point.
“If I press hard here, you’re unconscious, and then I can snap your neck,” Polly said calmly. Before Shotgun could react, Polly swapped positions, and her arms were around his neck. “Or I can snap your neck like this.” Polly released Shotgun, and he spun to face her. Warily, I stiffened, expecting Shotgun to snap.
“Marry me; that was so hot,” Shotgun begged. A brief smile crossed Polly’s lips as Tiny stared at her. Heat lit Tiny’s gaze, and I had the sensation that it wasn’t a good heat. Tiny was weighing my sister up. A flicker of recognition crossed his face.
“You’re Polly Perry,” Tiny rumbled, and Polly nodded. “Watched you fight; you’re the best.”
“Yes,” Polly said without pride.
“Got gold in Olympics, fencing,” Tiny stated.
“Fencing?” I asked, surprised. Polly hadn’t mentioned that.
“Yes. Again, as soon as I could hold a rapier, I was training,” Polly smiled. “The first time I beat Dad, I was seven. He was the best out there.”
“David Perry,” Tiny stated.
“That’s Dad. Dad was raised in Japan and studied with masters,” Polly explained, seeing our confusion.
“Man was never beaten in any competition. Polly took after him,” Tiny said with respect in his eyes.
“No, Dad was never beaten except by me,” Polly said softly, tears in her eyes. I squeezed her arm, but Polly moved away, unwilling to accept my sympathy.
“Fencing at the next Olympics?” Tiny asked as we began moving towards the next door.
“Yes. Representing the USA, obviously. It’s a shame they don’t allow MMA, ju-jitsu or kickboxing as events; I’d bring the gold home for them too,” Polly said. Again, she wasn’t boasting but making a statement of fact.
We climbed into a waiting limousine, which made me smile. It seemed innocuous for Hellfire to be riding in one, but they settled in quickly. Clio curled under Chance’s arm, and he dragged her close. Chance was murmuring something in Clio’s ear, which made her scowl, and before she could speak, Chance placed a hand on her belly, and Clio simmered down. The trip to the airport flew by, and we climbed into a private plane waiting.
“Won’t we need luggage?” I asked, suddenly remembering no one had brought suitcases.
“Nah, we plan to scoop your sister up and return. If we stay overnight, we can shop for what we need,” Bear said. Somehow, Bear had bypassed Kelly and was sitting next to me. I twitched as Bear’s heat hit me, and I smelt his musky scent that drove me wild. Bear smirked, and I knew he was fully aware of what I was feeling. My pussy spasmed as Bear winked at me, and I shot him a dirty look. Clio swapped an intrigued glance with Polly, and I quietly simmered and stared out of the window.
It was eleven when we arrived at a building that couldn’t even claim the name apartment block. It looked derelict with windows boarded up and little light. Chance grunted as he stepped out of the limousine that had been waiting for us at the airport. Without even leaving the car, I felt eyes watching.
“Surround Clio and Thalia,” Chance ordered, and his brothers did just that. Polly took my right-hand side, and I noticed Chance hadn’t included her in that order.
“First sign of trouble, get the girls out of here, even if you fuckin’ carry them,” Bear said, his eyes searching for danger. Chance opened the communal door and stepped back, taking a deep breath.
“Your fuckin’ sister is coming with us tonight,” Chance muttered and entered the building. I gagged as I entered. The smell of urine and pot was overpowering. I yanked my sweater up over my nose and inhaled that way. Clio had done the same.
“Tiny, take Clio back to the car. This ain’t healthy for the baby and don’t argue, sweetness. Know you wanna meet your sister, but the baby comes first,” Chance said. I think Chance over-imagined Clio’s argument because she scurried away with Tiny at her heels. Chance led the way up the horrible smelling stairs to the third floor. The stairs were filthy dirty, and several people were sleeping in corners as we made our way up. Chance opened the door to the third floor, and we gazed around in the single bulb lighting the hallway.
Bear and Shotgun pulled their phones and used the torch app to light the hallway. I wrinkled my nose in distaste as I gazed at the thick grime on the floor. Kelly and I shuffled away from the filthy, smelly walls. Who knew what was on them?
“Calliope’s at the end of the hallway,” Chance said and led the way. A man came out of nowhere and grabbed Chance’s cut. Chance roughly shoved him away, and the drunk stumbled past us, muttering under his breath. Shotgun crowded me with Kelly as we followed Chance to the end, and we saw a small clean square patch outside a door. That gave me hope my sister wasn’t a drunk or druggie. Chance knocked loudly, but no one answered. In this building, I suppose you didn’t open your door after dark.
“Calliope, my name is Chance Michaelson; I’m the President of Hellfire MC. I’m posting my ID and a phone number through your door for Spearfish police department for you to confirm who I am,” Chance said to the door.
“What do you want?” someone answered cautiously as Chance posted the items through the letterbox.
