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Master’s eyes swivel to Tyson, who must connect the dots because his chest inflates, his brows go inward with a scowl, and his face looks thunderous.
“You know it’s the only way, brother,” Master explains to Tyson. His tone is considerate, not condescending in any manner. Whatever his idea is, hurts him as much as it does Tyson. “It’s the most logical step in completing the plan without giving us away.”
“I don’t like it,” Tyson declares through a clamped jaw. “Not one damn bit.”
“Do you have an alternative?” Master asks him. Now, my interest is piqued.
“Wanna clue us in?” I persist. I’m backing this crusade and need to be included in their preparations.
“In latent terms, we send in Hemmi. She’s the only female at our disposal who’s trained in reconnaissance and undercover operations. She can get in under a guise and can get this woman out without drawing any attention to them,” Master explains.
I whistle. “She’s just barely recovered from her ordeal. Do we really want to send her back into a viper’s nest?”
“Exactly,” Tyson adds in agreement, pointing a finger at me. “Plus, I doubt she’d willingly be away from the twins for an extended period of time. She lost enough being under lock and key. We can’t ask this of her.”
“But we should,” Tex pipes in and insists. “If she’s our only rational way in, we can’tnotcheck in with her and see where she stands.”
“And if this was your woman?” Tyson poses the question, to not just Tex but to all the men, as he visually scans the room, laying his eyes on them individually.
“We’d hate it. But what other options do we have?” Kruger confronts him, knowing we don’t have one. “She won’t be going in blind or without backup.”
“And how do we have her back? We got someone else going in with her?” Tyson asks.
This is where the universe decides to pay me back for my asshole ways. Karma viciously shoves my underwear up the cheeks of my ass and gives me a wedgie that I’ll never be able to pry loose.
This girl tests my patience like no other in my lifetime, but she is her mother’s daughter, so I’m not all that shocked by this.
“That’d be me,” Charlee states, stepping inside our meeting space without being given permission to join us.
This daughter of mine, she’s always tempting boundaries and toeing the line. One day, Country’s gonna turn her backside raw. That is, if her brother doesn’t beat him to the punch. She’s been given too much leeway with those two, but I no longer have a claim to spanking her rear end like I did before she became Country’s old lady.
Now, Country, as her man, and Gunner, as the crowned DCMC president, have the final say-so in her questionable discipline.
These are the days where her ma’s absence is felt the most. She could contain our girl, whisper thoughts into her ear, and make her believe they were hers all along. It’s how we kept her corralled and out of trouble through most of her childhood. I don’t have that gift, but damn, I wish I did.
As the men begin shouting, and Charlee starts pushing her stubbornness, I pinch the bridge of my nose and breathe in short gusts of air, trying to ease the migraine that’s pushing its way into my brain.
Looking over, I notice Luca wearing a smug smirk. He enjoys this sort of drama, whereas I want to get the hell away from it as fast as I humanly can.
My only hope is that they run out of steam soon, so we can get down to the planning stage and end the Crumley bloodline once and for all.
Shayne
Tammera snickers next to me,as Sister Anne lectures us on the birds and bees in health class. Having a nun in robes and a habit, with a cross dangling from her neck, and our Lord and Savior nailed to a cross behind her as a backdrop, is… a picture unlike any other.
It’s indescribable.
“We’re twenty-three years old, Shaynie. Why are we being forced to take this class with prepubescent teenagers?” She whines out the question, irritation evident in her tone.
“You know why, Mera. To keep us scared from entering the land of temptation,” I whisper back between clamped lips, trying to be as silent as I can so I don’t disturb the class.
Mera, my closest friend in the entire world, was born Tammie Sue. Since her parents dropped her off on the nunnery doorsteps when she was three, she renamed herself Tammera, which got broken down to Mera by me.
Tammera is a mouthful when speaking, especially during those times I admonish her and try to keep her walking along the narrow path the sisters expect us to. Sister Magna doesn’t care how old we are. She’ll take a wooden spoon to our hands quicker than you can whistle.
We should’ve been released from the convent when we aged out of the system at eighteen, however, where would we go?
Mera has no family that she knows of. Even if she does and she found them, she’d have issues with being in the same home as the people who allowed her to be dropped off like yesterday’s garbage and forgotten.
