Page 39 of Dr Feel Good
It finally clicked that I was staring at one of Michelle’s younger sisters. The middle child, if my memory served me right. She was as beautiful as Michelle raved about, though I much preferred her older sister’s soft, feminine features.
“Back home. Estelle flew down when she heard you were missing, so Juno stayed with her.”
“Estelle’s in town?” Excitement tinged Michelle’s voice.
Lake nodded, though Michelle was no longer focusing on her. Instead, her gaze was glued to the three men behind Lake, as well as a handful of other Harlots. At the sight of the eldest man, she sneered.
“You have some nerve, showing up here when you fucking set me up,” she snarled, stalking to him.
Lake grasped her arm while a muscular, sandy-blond man stationed himself in front of the old man.
“Back off, Michelle,” he ordered, his hard tone making the other man with long greying black hair and a thick beard scowl.
“Fuck off, Reese,” Michelle hissed, snatching her arm away from her sister. “The motherfucker left me to die—”
Reese. I doubted the Royal Bastards had multiple Reeses, so odds were I was looking at the baby daddy of the client Ian talked my ear off about.
“He didn’t, Michelle,” Reese replied, blocking her attempt to get to Razor a second time.
“He got Fendi killed!”
“Fendi got herself killed, sis,” Lake said softly, her voice cracking.
Michelle whirled around, anger still darkening her features even as confusion crept in.
“The hell you say?”
“Your VP was a fucking traitor,” Razor said, stepping from around Reese. “Made a deal with the Bloody Femmes to take you out. Guess she missed being president.”
“And it fucking backfired on the bitch,” the final man, who I assumed to be Warrior, spat. “Better her than you.”
“No,” Michelle croaked, the pain in her voice making my heart ache.
The night I found her, she’d been more concerned with saving a dead woman—Fendi—than getting her wounds treated. Knowing that the bitch tried to have Michelle killed enraged me, mirroring the rage in Warrior’s expression. Agreeing with Michelle’s ex only pissed me off further.
“I’m sorry, sis, but he’s right,” Lake said, wrapping her arm around Michelle. “W-we found her phone. The dumb cunt didn’t even use a burner when setting up your hit.”
For a moment, I thought she might break down, but Michelle was stronger than that. She pulled out of her sister’s arms, swiping her eyes and turning her attention to the other bikers.
“Did she work alone?”
“Nope,” one of the other Harlots chimed in. “But we got those bitches rounded up, Prez. Candy is dealing with them until you get back.”
Michelle nodded, finally sparing me a glance, just for her attention to be stolen away by her ex.
“You can ride back on my bike, Athena,” he said quietly, his eyes searching her face.
She stiffened. “I’m good. I’ll ride bitch with Lake.” She turned to face me. “I’ll be getting my shit and leaving today, Felix.”
Her voice was quiet, filled with melancholy. Logically, I knew it stemmed from a friend’s grave betrayal, but I hoped at least a part of her sadness was the thought of leaving me.
“I’ll drive you back in my SUV tomorrow,” I volunteered. “More comfortable than a motorcycle, I assume.”
“That isn’t your choice to make, motherfucker,” Warrior snarled, his malice taking me aback.
“Shut the fuck up, Warrior, because it isn’t yours either,” Michelle snapped back.
Instead of glaring at her for cussing at him, Warrior gave me a death stare. He’d made her choice during a painful moment, which ended up costing him a wonderful woman. I’m sure jealousy was eating at him, and if I wasn’t worried about a bullet to the head, I’d be taking the opportunity to gloat.
