Page 26 of Watcher

“Let me guess. The four men who tried to kidnap you at the bar.” Diablo circles the names with a marker. “Where do we start?”

“I think we need more help.” I look down at the list of Memphis Macabre players. I know for sure who would be in. “Kat Williams and Emily Venetti. We can start with them.”

“I’m the only one who rides,” Diablo says.

“The rest of us will learn.”

“We gotta have our thing,” Diablo says. “Kat and Emily willing to leave their jobs?”

I shrug because I really don’t know. “What do you mean our thing? I’ve got money.”

Diablo chuckles. “As soon as your father finds out you’ve started a motorcycle club, he may cut you off.”

“I have a stash he doesn’t know about,” I say, but I know what Diablo is getting at. Watcher mentioned running guns, selling pussy and dick, and a few other things the Brothers of Chaos had their hands in. We needed our thing. “We can figure that out once this other problem is solved.”

Diablo lays a heavy stare on me, something on her mind. “You understand the difference between a biker club and one-percenters? My father was involved with both. One-percenters, which is what the Brothers of Chaos are, don’t really follow the rules of normal society. You ready to take that on?”

“I want to be in life the woman I am in the rink. I don’t take any shit in the rink, but I have been in life. Not anymore. It’s time to change some things up.” Diablo still doesn’t believe me.

“Nobody in their right mind would walk away from all that money, Hellcat.”

“Fuck, I love that name. I love this whole fucking idea.” I pull on my cut and walk over to the mirror in my bathroom. “The girls will be here soon for practice. We’ll pull Kat and Emily aside first. Let them in on what we’re thinking. During practice, we’ll let the others decide. I’m pretty sure Rosemary and Joanne will be in.”

Diablo points at the whiteboard. “How far are you willing to go with these four men?”

“As far as necessary.” I get up and draw a large X through the names. “Here’s what I know about men like them. “First, they’re a bunch of pussies. Second, if they had succeeded in getting me into that van, I would not have lived to see the next day.”

“We need a place to take them,” Diablo says.

“I have a warehouse on the edge of town that my father gave me. It’s supposed to be a backup practice facility.”

“Basement?”

“Sort of. It’s used for storage. All concrete walls and floor.” I start laughing. “We’re really going to do this.”

“Looks like we are.” Diablo lifts the back of her cut and pulls a gun from her waistband. “Are you packing?”

“Fuck no?” I hold out my hand, and Diablo gives me the gun.

“It’s a Sig Sauer P365XL Rose. Fit’s just right in my hand.”

“Smooth,” I say and point it at the whiteboard. “Pow!”

“You can hook me up?”

Diablo nods and takes the gun. She holds my hand out. “You have smaller hands. You’ll need something compact.” She releases my hand. “I have a friend. She can hook you up with a Springfield Armory Hellcat.”

“Hellcat carrying a Hellcat. I like that.”

“Can you pull the trigger if and when you have to?” Diablo doesn’t look convinced that I can. I have before, though I had no idea what I was doing. The bullet hit the target, so maybe I know a little bit.

“If it comes down to me or someone else, I’m not giving in,” I say.

Kat and Emily enter the office and look at us, Diablo still holding the gun, each of us wearing our Sisters of Chaos cut. Kat sees hers on the table and shrugs into the leather cut.

“So, what the fuck is going on?” Kat asks.

Emily grabs the other cut and puts it on. “Damn, this thing smells good.”

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