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Chapter Six
Remington had triedto let War continuing to call her princess slide off but today was not that day. His text last week demanding to be included in who she scheduled had irritated her. She’d ignored his last text ofIt is now, Princesseven though she wanted to tell him to kiss her ass.
Then today happened. Every single thing that could go wrong had. A client’s final payment had been rejected by the bank for insufficient funds. Normally, she wouldn’t have had to deal with it but since she was meeting about when he needed them next month, accounting had punted it to her. When she questioned the client, it was all she could do to not grab his neck and squeeze. He was going through a divorce and had declared bankruptcy so he wouldn’t have to pay her. He was so sure they’d give him extra time to pay. She wouldn’t be protecting a weasel who was trying to hide money from his wife and four kids. In fact, she was seriously considering offering the wife and kids their help and protection free of charge. She hated men who let their children suffer all to make a point.
She’d headed for her next meeting in the next county over, only to arrive and get a text the client was canceling. Then, this icing on her shitastic day. War had decided she must not know her own mind and decided to text again three days after the first time.
War: Have you thought any more about meeting regarding the schedule?
No, she hadn’t thought any more about them meeting because she was honestly worried what she’d do if she saw him in person. How could she be so attracted to someone she wanted to climb him like a tree and let him have her against a wall but at the same time, envision using him for target practice at the range? She’d been more confused in the last week than in her whole life. Every time she dreamed about a man, War’s face and voice were who she pictured. Of course, in her dreams, he wasn’t the ass he was in person. His gruff voice wasn’t telling her what to do. It was telling her to scream his name when she came. She didn’t know what his touch felt like but, in her dreams, she couldn’t get enough of him.
She didn’t know why she’d imagined him saying he was too full at lunch so they didn’t fight was actually his attitude turning a corner. If he thought because he was now the president, they’d be changing their working protocols, he was incorrect. He could request a change to the contract. All their protocols and how to change them between the two entities had been spelled out months ago because she was a businesswoman who knew her shit. Their agreement wasn’t at the whim of the president, it was a business contract.
Remi: I’m busy. I will email you the schedule. End of discussion.
Maybe that would shut him up. She didn’t need to keep dealing with this. Did he not realize she ran the freaking company? Sure, her dad was a huge part of it, but she was in charge. It was all on her shoulders, and she didn’t have time to deal with holding his freaking hand. Though once in a while, she wished for someone to discuss everything with. Someone who she could chat about her day with.
War: Listen, Princess. We need to find a way to work together so you need to make time for me.
Oh, she did, did she? His resorting to calling her princess again instead of dealing with this like adults rubbed her the wrong way. Though if he wasn’t such an ass, she might consider letting him rub her in all the right ways. It was a nice twist of fate she was in Dodge City and could drop by the party store. Little Ricky Shields needed to be taught a lesson. If he was going to call her princess, then she’d call him by his childhood name, too. She knew exactly how she was going to get her point across. She’d grab some supplies and let her sisters knowCode Racheltonight. Time to take care of Mr. Ricky Warrick Shields once and for all. AlthoughCode Rachelusually meant need emotional backup—no questions asked, she was sure her sisters would be willing to support her in anything. A small clandestine op tonight would help him remember she and her sisters were strong, capable women and he’d better not call her a princess again. He’d learn to appreciate who she was now or suffer the consequences.
Remington parked the SUV a half mile away from the clubhouse on the dirt road and hopped out, going to the back to grab their supplies. She’d known her sisters wouldn’t let her down and in a couple of hours, they’d had everything together. They’d only been waiting for it to get dark enough to sneak across the field.
“I know this is a little more than aCode Rachelusually involves,” she whispered.
“Honestly, I’m surprised one of us didn’t add this on in high school. We missed so much not getting back at some of those asinine high school boys,” Beth replied.
Sarah pulled her backpack out and shrugged it on. “I agree. I would have been so much happier if instead of just commiserating over my jackass date on prom night, we had done something to get him back.”
Remi stepped slowly across the field. They didn’t want to use flashlights and catch anyone’s attention. When they came to the MC fence, Winnie scaled it and dropped to the other side, unlatching the gate. She smiled at the fact they were using the entrance she knew Bear had brought up multiple times to have them change and make secure. He’d explained no matter how easy it made getting equipment in, it wasn’t safe because it couldn’t be seen from the clubhouse. She was sure they’d be changing that after they saw what she’d done.
Crouching down, she glanced to where the motorcycles were usually parked by the clubhouse. It was empty, which was perfect for her. The building they parked in during bad weather wasn’t used for anything else and had a crappy lock on it. They assumed no one would come on a biker compound and steal stuff. And she wasn’t. She was just going to do a little decorating of War’s bike and remind him she didn’t appreciate him calling her princess.
As a biker herself, she’d never actually hurt someone’s bike, but she could dress it up a little. Jesse picked the lock on the side of the building, and they walked in.
“Okay, I’ll keep watch. There aren’t any windows for light to shine through so you can use your flashlights. Three minutes then we’re out of here,” Sarah instructed.
Beth opened the pack and held up the items. Remi grabbed the pink heels first and slid one on the kickstand while Winnie held the bike steady. Then she took the other and placed it on the seat with a crown around it.
Winnie pulled a package out of her pocket, handing it to her. She hated glitter but for War, she’d use it. She opened the packet and sprinkled it all over the bike. Taking the streamers, she attached them to his handlebars. Then she took the keychains she’d had made with the high heel, crown, and the wordsnot your friggin princessand hung them on his side mirrors, tag and anywhere else she could find. Jesse waited for Remi and everyone to step away from the bike before opening the two bags of filled balloons and dumping them around the bike. One last large sign propped against the front of the tire and they were done.
“Let’s go,” Sarah whispered.
Remi gave one last glance then snapped a quick picture of her work. Hopefully this would send him the message she wasn’t his princess, and he wasn’t in charge. If not, she had lots of ideas on how to get her point across. His name may be War but he’d rue the day he decided to be an ass.
