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The first thing they did was introduce me to CJ and Rebel, two of the ol’ ladies from the Devil’s Riot MC, Southeast charter. Evidently, they’re down with their men for a few days. According to CJ, a friend of the club’s is in a mental institution down here getting the help she needs. I didn’t ask anything after she said that. It’s not my business.
Rebel, I found out, is a lawyer, and I’m surprised because of her age. Both women are pretty funny and have had me laughing.
After the first twenty minutes, War left me alone with the ol’ ladies, same as their men did as well. I guess they’re going to talk. Everything was going smoothly until Fawn mentioned my podcast. That’s when Rebel freaked, her eyes widening.
I tense slightly and twitch my fingers together and nod. “Um, yes, that’s me.” I brace for her to snap at me or throw something.
“This is fucking awesome,” she squeals. “I listen to your podcast all the time. When I’m not in court, that is. Your last several ones have been epic. I totally agree with the way you put things about what’s going on in this world. I mean, who wouldn’t. It’s eye-opening. Well, more, you’re saying what others refuse to say, and I love it.”
“I haven’t had a chance to listen to it,” Fawn says.
“I have, and I’m hooked,” Peyton states. “I put it on while at the garage working. I completely agree with Rebel on this. You put it out there and leave room for opinions to be held on both sides, but you say it like it is and what’s going to happen.”
CJ simply nods, grinning.
After a while, they finally change the subject from my podcast to other things. Peyton excuses herself to go to the bathroom, and Fawn runs up to her and Viking’s room to go check on her baby. I’m surprised Rocco is at the clubhouse, considering he’s only a month old, but she explained the little boy can sleep through anything.
CJ and Rebel stick close, keeping me company. They’re telling me about the other ol’ ladies at their clubhouse when two scantily clad women I haven’t seen before come up to us and get in my face.
The first one is at my side, and she reaches up to snatch me by my hair while the other slaps me across the face.
“You need to leave and stay away from War.” The one who slapped me sneers. “His dick’s claimed, and we want it back. He doesn’t need some hippy ass cunt like you.”
What the heck!
The one wrenching my hair back yanks again and then shoves me to the floor. Everything seems to happen far too quickly.
Rebel and CJ jump into action and start wailing on both the other women. Fists to faces and clearly wiping the floor with them.
I’m surprised by the silence that fills the room . . . besides the screams of the two women.
Peyton helps me off the floor just as Viking’s voice booms loudly into the silent area.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?”
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
WAR
Viking pulled Pirate, Ice, me, and a few others from the party along with Axe and Rogue to discuss a phone call he received regarding Veronica. He wanted to know from Axe and Rogue if the Devil’s Riot MC had heard of her. We knew they had their own shit to deal with. Too many damn fucked up groups out there doing the same damn shit. All of them vary from one to another and how they’re dealt with.
When the prospect threw open Viking’s door to his office without knocking, he nearly got his head blown off if not for his fast talk. He quickly said we needed to get to the main room.
The moment we step into the room, my eyes lock instantly on Shyann as Peyton wraps an arm around her. I nearly see red noticing the tears streaking down my woman’s face and the red mark on her cheek.
Quickly I move toward her, closing the distance between us. Other than Viking’s demanding voice and the screeching of two women, the room is quiet, and the air is filled with tension.
I pull Shyann into my arms, and Ice takes Peyton in his.
“You okay?” I ask, barely keeping my anger in check.
Shyann nods, curling deeper into me. Her doing this tells me she’s not okay.
“What’s going on, Viking, is these two snatches of skanky trash,” Rebel sneers, yanking on the hair of one of the bitches, whom I recognize off the bat as one of the torpedoes which had been out of town for a while now. Her and the other I’ve fucked plenty of times since they had no problem taking me the way I wanted when I felt like playing. “They decided to take it upon themselves to attack Shyann.”
Viking tilts his head enough to take in Shyann. I don’t miss the way his nostrils flare, and he looks ready to snap. “Shyann, sweetheart, you okay?”
Shyann’s been around the clubhouse plenty in the time that I started seeing her. My brothers have gotten to know her. It doesn’t take much time to realize how special Shyann is and that she’s passive. The way she avoids confrontation. Just being near my woman, anyone could tell she’s not a fighter.
