Page 125 of Rest In Pieces

She grins, clearly amused, but doesn’t say no.

“Okay, what do you have in mind?” Mercy asks as Amity points over her shoulder.

“We have some spare sugar glass sheets over there. How do you feel about putting your head through one while Jinx films it?”

“Sugar glass?” Lil asks.

“It’s what we use in stunts. It’s made of sugar and shatters easily, but looks like real glass,” Amity explains. “So if Mercy headbutts it, it’ll look like she broke real glass.”

“Ooh, I want to try that. It might make the guys think twice about slapping me on the ass if they think I might headbutt them back,” Lil jokes, making Legs snicker.

“I’d headbutt them regardless,” Jinx states.

“Not really an option for us,” Lil admits as all eyes turn to me.

I’m a grown-ass man, but damn if I don’t feel the urge to squirm under their gazes when they look like a bunch of witches plotting my downfall.

“I don’t make the rules, I just enforce them. Now, are we doing this stunt before Scope decides to show up, or what?”

Mercy narrows her eyes at me but then sighs and tries to get out of the chair. We all watch her for a moment as she struggles to stand before I decide to risk Scope’s wrath by lifting her out of the seat and placing her on her feet.

“I used to be able to do a backflip. Now my stomach has popped I can’t get out of a fucking chair,” she grumbles.

“You’re growing a whole human. Stop whining. Besides, I’m sure one of your men would be more than happy to bend you over backward and—” Mercy quickly covers Jinx’s mouth, muffling the last of her words.

“Let’s go break some glass,” Mercy exclaims, removing her hand from Jinx’s mouth as Amity slips out of my arms and leads the way over to the remaining crew that’s still lingering around.

“You’re going to film this and send it to Scope, aren’t you?”

Jinx looks at me as Lil, Mercy, and Legs follow Amity.

“Do I look insane to you?”

I stare at her, making her smirk.

“I’m gonna send it to Wizz,” she says and hurries off to catch up with Mercy, laughing when she hears me curse.

Wizz is one of Mercy’s men and a slightly saner version of Scope. The problem is, he’s also the Chaos Demons’ computer whiz, doing much like I do for the Ravens. I know he’ll send that video to every fucking member of his club and all the other clubs they’re friendly with. He’ll make sure that not only will I get my ass kicked by Scope but also by Inigo and all her pseudo-uncles at the Kings of Carnage clubhouse.

“This is why we don’t have female prospects,” I mutter under my breath.

I try to catch up to the women, only to get stopped by Monica. She’s as white as a fucking ghost and looks like she’s about to pass out, so I grab her arms to steady her. “Breathe, Monica.”

She sucks in a shaky breath, her eyes glistening with tears as she looks up at me.

“What’s happened?” I bark, frustrated. I’m not mad at her. Despite the animosity between her and Amity, she hasn’t done anything to set off any alarms. Maybe I’ve spent too much time around catty club girls and jealous old ladies. Besides, Monica’s flirting is wasted on me because I don’t see her. All I see is Amity.

“I got another letter,” she manages to get out.

I look at her empty hands and frown. “Where is it?”

“It’s in my trailer. I didn’t want to touch it. It has blood on it, Genesis,” she whispers, her eyes going wide as if just remembering it.

“Shit.”

I look around and spot the prospects Scope sent, watching Mercy from a distance. I wave them over when I catch their attention. They look at each other before heading my way.

“I’ve gotta go take care of something, and Mercy and Jinx know you’re here, so there’s no need for you to keep your distance.

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