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Chapter Twenty-Four
After a couple of incidentsnear the bail bonds company, Remi and War had made the decision to have everyone move to the MC. Although the bail bonds company had more bedrooms, there were too many company people working on the property. Their best bet for containment was all being together. A week with them all living on top of each other had everyone’s tempers frayed.
She wasn’t sure who, but a couple of the guys had played pranks and her sisters were not happy, hence the text she’d just received.
Winnie: I want to go home. All the man candy is nice to look at, but I’m ready for a break.
Sarah: I’m sorry. Maybe we could sprinkle water on their shoes.
Jesse: Umm, what? I don’t think they’d even know you did that. Sarah, you suck at pranks.
Sarah: What if we didn’t put their wet clothes in the dryer and just left them?
Remington: Have you been doing their laundry for them? Cause No!
Sarah: I refuse to answer that question.
Winnie: What if we hit them in the nuts until they cry?
Beth: Whoa, where’s our sunshine? I think you’re too close to this. Although Flick’s going to lose something if he doesn’t quit using my nice shampoo. It’s like thirty bucks a bottle and I have to have it shipped.
She agreed the guys needed to be paid back but it also needed to be enough that they didn’t think of retaliation. Right now, she was tired of not having any privacy and of not making any headway. Having to turn away survivors needing help was killing her. What if them turning someone away was the reason someone died? She needed this threat neutralized so they could get back to helping people.
Remington: Okay, let’s start off small. Sarah, can you put child locks on their internet so they can’t access any adult sites? I’m curious how long it will be until someone mentions it. Don’t do it during the day. Wait until midnight to enact it. Jesse, any special contraptions you could make to pay them back?
Jesse: Let me think about it. I’m working on a project for one of the SUVs and will have plenty of time to think.
Remington: Now, everybody get back to work so I can finish the schedule for next month.
Remington kicked back in her chair, contemplating how to keep an all-out war from erupting in the clubhouse. Or maybe she should let it? Maybe everyone could get it out of their systems and be happier.
A snick of the door had her turning toward it and palming her gun. Intellectually, she knew they were safe in the clubhouse but a small part of her never let down her guard. War grinned as he locked the door. Striding toward her, she admired how his tattoos drew attention to his forearms. She loved running her hands up his arms, feeling his muscles underneath and the rasp of his hair against her fingers.
He slid his hands under her arms, lifting her up and tossing her on the bed. She wasn’t tiny by any means, but her man made her feel that way.
“To what do I owe the honor?”
