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She hesitated for only a second before she sat down in the chair.
“Joshua what the hell are you doing?” my aunt hissed.
“I need to have a little conversation, with Mrs. Decker, Shelia. Would you rather that be done here or somewhere else?”
Shelia glared at me for a moment then looked back to Mrs. Decker. “What did she do?” she asked me.
“All I’m going to say is if you don’t want the cops to disrupt your business, make the right choice.”
“Get her out of here,” Shelia said, and Samantha Decker jumped to her feet.
New York grabbed her before she made a run for it.
“Let me go!” she screamed, struggling against his hold. “Do you know who I am!”
“I know exactly who you are,” I said. “And I know exactly what you and your husband do.”
Her already pale skin turned a ghostly shade of white and I couldn’t do anything but laugh. “Yes, that’s right, Mrs. Decker. It’s time to pay for your sins.”
I turned to my aunt. “Make sure you tell Mandy, none of this ever happened. And if anything comes back to the Sinners, this is the first place I’m coming. Do we have an understanding?”
She nodded her head. “We do. Now get the hell out of here before you run my customers away.”
A smile crossed my face. “Nice seeing, Shelia.”
Now it was time to find where Decker was hiding, and his wife would tell me everything I needed to know.
Chapter Seventeen
Dominique “Nikki” Honoré
I didn’t have aclue what was happening, but one of the prospects was taking me to Joshua. When I asked for an explanation, all he did was shrug and explained he was simply obeying Prez’s orders.
During my time with the Sinners, I discovered they operated on a strict hierarchy. Joshua held the highest position as the Prez, with all orders passing through him. Among the lowest were those who were not yet members but were in the process of becoming one, the prospects. It was a world I didn’t understand but if I wanted to be with Joshua, I had to learn everything I could before I jumped feet first into the culture because apparently being with the Prez came with responsibilities.
We hadn’t had another real discussion about us since he had fucked me senseless. Yes, we slept together every night, but the discussion about where our relationship stood was never mentioned. I understood he was giving me time to decide. However, he didn’t know I had already made my decision the minute he said he wanted to be with me.
“We’re here,” the prospect said when he killed the engine.
I looked out the window immediately recognizing the Ledet’s funeral home, Sweet Buy N’ Bye. Whenever I was younger, I couldn’t help but laugh every time I saw the sign. Mr. Ledet had a lot of humor.
The prospect jumped out of the car, rushed around the front to the passenger door. He opened my door for me to step out. “I could have done that myself,” I said as I exited the vehicle.
“And have Prez on my ass for not treating his Old Lady with respect.” He closed the car door. “Nah. Anytime you’re with me, I’m opening all doors.”
Old Lady had been a title I’d heard time and time again since I’d been at the clubhouse. I’d only met one Old Lady so far and that was Lyra. The only other women I had met had been club whores.
He opened the door to the funeral home I hadn’t been in since I had to bury my grandmother. I hated funeral homes just as much as I hated hospitals. It was like every time I stepped foot in places like this, the oppressive weight of grief encompassed me.
I did the sign of the cross, then stepped inside. Immediately the overwhelming scent of fresh flowers, cologne, or perfume hit me. It was so strong it was nauseating.
“I see you still hate this place,” Joshua said, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me into his body.
“You noticed?” I asked, chuckling.
“I notice everything about you. I always have.”
He kissed me on the top of my head when I laid my head against his chest, inhaling his masculine scent. The sandalwood aroma immediately calmed my nerves and muted the grief sensation rising inside me.
