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ONE
‘HANNAH’
SQUIRT/ITTY BITTY
Wow, left Montana a few hours ago and every mile makes my headache worse and my anxieties grow. Damn, this was a massive and stupid fucking idea of mine to sneak out of the Devil’s Handmaidens clubhouse. And to make matters worse, I guilted Kitty, Dani, and Dotty to tag along. Kitty is pissed at me and that’s saying a lot because, besides Peanut, she’s one of the nicest and quietest club sisters. We are both prospects trying to prove ourselves so we can become members of the club. Well, that is until this stupid fucking idea of mine. God only knows, we all might get our asses kicked and our prospect kuttes taken away.
Looking up, I see the welcome sign telling us we are now in the middle of some small-time town in Wyoming. I’m starving and need to release my bladder, but I’m actually kind of scared to even ask Dotty to stop at the next truck stop so I can pee. Gonna have to suck it up as my bladder feels like it’s ready to burst. Taking a deep breath, I go for it.
“Um, Dotty, if you don’t mind, can we stop at the next stop, gotta pee? I’m sorry in advance, probably shouldn’t have drunk that iced coffee from Dunkin’ Donuts. If I remember correctly, it’s like twenty plus ounces. Shit, I’m rambling like a goof, sorry again.”
Hearing soft giggles, I lift my eyes to see both Kitty and Dani with their hands over their mouths, trying to keep their laughs quiet. Well, duh, it’s not working, you two dorks. Before I can call them on it, Dotty beats me to it.
“Real nice, you schmoes. Now Hannah is going to know we aren’t totally fucking furious at her for this harebrained crazy stunt of hers. And for you, Squirt, yeah, I’ll stop since you asked so nicely. Also, because I don’t want you pissing on the seat I might have to sit on later.”
Again, the two in front of me are laughing out loud, acting like the dorks they are. Watching them brings a smile to my face until my phone starts to ring. Oh shit, knowing it’s not good because the ringtone tells me it’s Glory, the club’s VP. Goddamn it, I don’t want to shut my phone off because of Pops and Momma Diane. If they call, I will definitely pick the call up, even though I know they will be reaming my ass for doing something so stupid. Looking down, I decline the call. When I look up, I have six eyes looking my way.
“What? Did you want me to answer it and tell Glory were on a wild ride to Texas for the Motorcycles, Mobsters, and Mayhem book signing that will have some of the best authors who write about the three M’s? Like she would even get it. Think hard, when’s the last time any of you saw Glory pick up romantic suspense or a dark romance novel. I’m guessing never. Keep driving, Dotty, gotta pee, like now.”
Kitty shakes her head and looks down to her Kindle. She’s trying to read some of the authors’ books that are going to be there. We all have our favorites and are hoping to be able to buy a few paperbacks and get them signed. For me, this is a dream come true. I’ve been reading for as far back as I can remember. Made my life of hell a bit easier, I guess. Bought used ones or had Buck, when he was in a good mood, pick me some up. Didn’t start to read girly books, as Buck used to call them, until I saw my first Hallmark story and, damn, that was it. I was hooked.
By the time I hit my early teens, I was devouring books by the dozen each and every week. If not from used bookstores when I was allowed, would order some online. When Auntie Shadow found me, I was only able to grab a few handfuls of my favorite books and lost the rest. I knew how bad she felt because she told me to give her the titles of what I lost. One day, I walked into my bedroom to see a new bookshelf, and every one of the books I told her about was sitting pretty on a shelf. What a softie she is. With that thought, a huge smile appears on my face because if you know Auntie Zoey, or as our club calls her, Shadow, softie is not what comes to mind. Ever.
“Um, Hannah, do you think like maybe we should let someone back home know we’re okay? You know, just so they don’t worry about us? Yeah, we have money and this vehicle, along with the directions we got from Google, but to be honest I’m freaking out. Neither Dotty or I have ever been outta North Dakota or Montana. I mean, Wyoming is truly beautiful and it’s cool where we’re going as we all love to read, but maybe we shoulda done it differently. I don’t want to think Tink, Glory, or especially Shadow, might be pulling my kutte off, telling me to get my ass out of their clubhouse when we get back. I’ve worked really hard to become a Devil’s Handmaiden, Hannah. We all have. Well, that is the three of us. No dig against you, but you’re new and have an in anyway.”
What did she just say? No fucking way did that twit just call me out because of my connection to our president, Tink. Does she actually think it makes it easier for me ’cause just a heads-up, it doesn’t. Goddamn, what a way to ruin a good mood.
“You’ve got to be kidding me, biotch. I work twice as hard and bite my tongue twenty-four seven. I’ve got every club sister’s eyes on me, so if I fuck up they run to either Tink or Shadow. And then it’s more bullshit, so don’t get on your high horse and act like I’ve got it made. I don’t. Shit, that hurt me, Dani. Thought you were one of my real friends.”
There isn’t a sound, probably because the sound of a pin dropped would have been heard. My heart hurts, thought all these women who were a part of the Devil’s Handmaidens were true and had each other’s backs. If this is how the prospects feel, can’t imagine how the actual members think and feel about me. Like I’m not insecure enough.
“Hey, Hannah, got you to a bathroom. I’ll fill up the SUV. You want anything from inside or something to eat? Kitty and Dani are going to run in, just let one of them know, sister.”
On that last word, my head jerks up and meets her eyes in the rearview mirror. Just the look in those hazel eyes says it all. She knows her twin put her foot in her own mouth and feels for me. Out of the two of them, Dotty is much smarter and has tons more common sense. I give her a chin nod and work my way out of our vehicle and start running to the bathroom.
My God, it never felt better to pee in my life. Well, that is after I had to wait a minute or so. The relief wasn’t instant but when the fullness went away, my body seemed to loosen up. I took a deep breath and let it out, trying to let go of what Dani said to me. Shit, maybe the sisters are taking it easy on me because of Tink, Pops, and Momma Diane. How the hell would I know either way? This is all new to me since all I knew about motorcycle clubs was what I read in the books I love. And not sure how accurate or even true those stories really are.
Since my bladder is empty now, my stomach is making itself known and by the noises of hunger. I need to get some food and stop the growling noises that are getting louder by the second. Walking around the corner, I see all three of my sisters waiting in line for some fast food. Almost skipping to them, I put my arms around Kitty and Dotty’s shoulders and snuggle in between them all. When they see it’s me, Dotty smirks, Kitty raises her eyes, and Dani has her usual puppy dog eyes when she knows she’s fucked up. We got too far to go to hold a grudge, so I smile at her, which has her looking shocked for a second, then she smiles right back happy as a loon.
Great, all is good again. I’m not gonna let anything mess up this trip to the Motorcycle, Mobsters, and Mayhem book signing. I’m part of the Facebook group, have been following it forever, seeing all the new covers and books coming out—along with the special covers from the Mayhem Makers collaboration—a shit ton of the authors are involved with that. Even more awesome is all the attending authors interacting with us readers. I could jump up and down, can’t remember the last time I was so excited about anything in my life. Well, except when Auntie Zoey brought me home to my family. This signing is going to be epic, I can feel it and will keep my fingers crossed everything goes as planned and nothing strays and goes wrong.
TWO
‘DANI’
Son of a bitch, as much fun as this sounded, now I’m thinking twice. As I always do after I do something without putting a lot of thought into it. Hannah should be going to school to be a lawyer instead of prospecting to be a Devil’s Handmaidens sister. She can talk anyone into doing anything she wants. Her power of persuasion is out of this world. My twin, Dotty, is going to kick my ass when we’re alone. I can tell by the dirty pissed-off looks she keeps shooting me.
That’s why I’m in the bathroom at a truck stop with my phone out, trying to decide which sister at the Devil’s Handmaidens clubhouse to call and let them know we’re okay and not to worry, especially Tink and her family. For Christ’s sake, they just found Hannah and now we’re driving a thousand plus miles to go to a frigging book signing, even though it sounds pretty damn cool. I’ve read a bunch of the MC books and there are some authors I really want to meet. I just think we should have talked to Tink about this, hashed it out for fuck’s sake. We’re all adults, and even though we’re in the prospecting stage of our lives with the Devil’s Handmaidens, I doubt this would have been such a big deal. But Hannah said she tried twice to bring up the subject and both times it and she were shot down. I’m taking her word, as I also know she can sometimes push people’s buttons. Maybe Kitty, Dotty, or I should have also tried. Covered our backs.
Now we are all in a shit ton of trouble. I can feel it deep down inside my gut. By the way Hannah’s phone has been going off constantly, I’m even afraid to attempt a call back home but it needs to be done. Not sure if Kitty or Dotty have thought about doing this same thing. Once it’s done, I’ll let them both know I did it. My hands are literally shaking as I look down at my phone. I could be a chickenshit and call Momma Diane, but that wouldn’t be right. This is club shit, and it would piss off not only Tink, but mainly Shadow. Don’t want to get any farther on that one’s bad side. I desperately want my patch and rocker at some point.
Unlocking and scrolling down until I see the name that seems most logical, I try to take a deep breath and start choking. Great, cause of death, major anxiety and nerves. Shit, gonna have a goddamn heart attack trying to make a phone call on a toilet in the middle of Nowhere, Wyoming. Pushing the button, I bring the phone up to my ear and wait. Don’t have to wait too long when her voice comes over the line.
“Are you shitting me? First, you four goddamn morons go on the run without club permission, stealing one of our vehicles and a club credit card, Dani. You stole from the club you’re trying to prospect into. Then, that little shit, Squirt, refuses to answer her phone so we have no idea if y’all are alive or dead in a ditch, or being beaten and raped on the side of a dirt road. Real nice way to leave your sisters, worrying about you ungrateful four prospects. Good way to lose your chance at a patch and rocker, Dani.”
Every single word Vixen says is the God’s honest truth. I called her number because she’s not only our road captain but one of the most normal of the bunch of sisters. My other choice was Peanut but didn’t want to give her a stroke ’cause she’s our shy and quiet sister. Well, until she went to bat at the table in Chapel for Heartbreaker. Shocked the shit outta me. Damn, got to get my head back to the here and now.
“I know, Vixen, you’re speaking the truth about everything. Though at the time when Hannah was talking about this book signing, it really sounded like a lot of fun. I’m sure you remember when you prospected, it totally sucks balls. Hey, I’m not complaining, just putting that out there, but it’s hard work doing a bunch of bullshit jobs to prove… what? If all of you don’t think I have what it takes, why have me bust my ovaries for a year or so, just to tell me no it’s not a good fit? I bet you already know if the four of us are Devil’s Handmaidens sister material. I just wanted to reach out and let everyone know we are okay, especially Momma Diane. Don’t want her worrying too much.”
