Page 31 of Wizard's Spitfire

Ma’s ringtone interrupts my pacing.

“I wanted to let you know Pops and I have the girls. We’re settled into the guest house. When will you be home?”

“I don’t know, Ma. As soon as Wizard finishes his meeting, we’re going to JR’s house. I’m going to give that asshat a piece of my mind and a kick in the nuts. Or maybe a punch to the throat. I haven’t decided yet.”

“Charlotte, you’ll do no such thing.”

“I appreciate your stance against violence, but this is warranted.”

“I’m not worried about the violence. I’m worried about him pressing charges.”

“I have bail money.”

“She also has a kick ass attorney,” Wizard says, sliding up behind me.

“There’s stuff you don’t know, Ma. When you do, I’ll have to tie your ass up so you don’t shoot him.”

“What did he do?” Regina asks

“Not now, and not over the phone. I’ll tell you after the girls go to junior orientation. They’ll be driven there and picked up. JR is to have no contact with them. Olivia, our new attorney, has an emergency court hearing in the morning. I’ve got to go. I’ll talk to you later.

“We ready?”

“Sled’s out front. A few of the brothers are riding along.”

“I’m good with that.”

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Wizard and the others park the sleds down the block. We walked in the back entrance of the building after Bug took down the cameras. He was working remotely while Wizard, who usually takes care of that, was with me. Smoke, Doc, Blue, and Devil follow behind us. JR’s condo is on the top floor.

I head straight for his door as soon as the elevator door opens. I pound on his door.

“Open the damn door, JR. I know you’re home.”

I pound on the door again.

“So, help me God, I’ll break down this door if you don’t open it, right now, Roger!”

A skank with sex hair wearing one of Roger’s shirts opens the door.

“He doesn’t want to talk to you. Go away!” she snarls, then tries to close the door.

I stick my foot in the door to prevent her from closing it. Catching her off-guard with my maneuver, I shoulder my way in, followed by the others. I head straight for his bedroom. Skank makes the mistake of grabbing my arm. I grab her hand, twisting her pinky. She lets go. I grab her arm and push it up behind her back.

“Lay a hand on me again, skank, and I’ll break your arm.”

“You don’t even know me. Don’t call me a skank.”

“If you’re screwing my ex, you’re a skank. I’m the only woman to date he’s had sex with. That’s not a skank. It’s his type.”

I push her arm farther up. Hard enough to make it hurt but not break it. She screeches ungodly loud. JR comes running out of his bedroom, just like I knew he would. I release her and storm over to him. With zero preamble I deck him in the jaw he staggers back, his eyes narrowing.

“What the hell, Charlie? Have you lost your mind? Coming in here and attacking me and my date.”

“What the hell am I thinking? What the hell were you thinking? Sending the girls to Storyville to some warehouse. A warehouse where young women have gone in and never been seen again.”

I kick him square in the balls. “Were you going to sell my babies, you rat bastard?”

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