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“Good question. You can ask her that,” I reported.
“Yeah, think again, Sister, you took VP, not me,” Belladonna shot back.
“How the hell did you end up not getting a position?” I complained.
“Because I wasn’t stupid. Saph tried to get me into various roles. I wasn’t keen on that responsibility!”
“There is still Tail Gunner,” I teased, and Belladonna glowered.
“Get out,” I ordered, climbing to my feet.
Belladonna poked her tongue out and disappeared.
Sapphire
Shit, I’d been run over by a ten-ton truck by the feel of it. The headache was gone, and I didn’t experience as much weakness as I had, but I wasn’t myself. I stood under the shower, letting the hot water soothe away any lingering pain.
The aches remained as I headed downstairs after the shower. It was Monday, and shit had to be done. Just because I’d had a vision, the MC didn’t stop running.
An hour later, I was going through the usual reports when someone knocked on the door. I called out an enter and was surprised to see Cass standing there.
“Come in, Cass,” I said.
He did and took a seat. I studied him, noting how on edge he seemed.
“Prez, I was approached this morning while getting the groceries.”
“Okay?”
“The guy looked early twenties and wore gang colours. He offered me five thousand to give him some information about Ambrosia and about The Royal Sleep,” Cass continued. I sat upat the second name. The Royal Sleep was the premier hotel in Portsmouth. It was opulent and expensive.
“Damn.”
“I refused him, of course. But you need to know, a gang is eyeing up Royal Harlot businesses,” Cass warned.
“Did he threaten you?”
Cass wriggled in his chair.
“Cass.”
“Yeah. He did. Told me I was making a mistake and to watch my back. He also took my vehicle details,” Cass said.
“Okay, take one of the club vehicles from now on in. Do we need to move your mom to a safe place?”
“I don’t know, Prez. They could have been following me; I’m not sure. The asshole knew not to approach me,” Cass admitted.
“What did he threaten you with?”
“The usual bullshit. Broken bones, beating, death. He didn’t speak of my mom, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t aware of her,” Cass murmured.
“Okay. Speak to Poker; she’ll have a safe house for your mom. Or we can bring her here, but I doubt she’d approve of your role, Cass.”
Cass snorted. “Me being a male whore for a female motorbike club? Hell no, she wouldn’t. But it pays for her care.”
“You got issues with what you do?” I asked, wondering if he was looking for an exit.
“Honestly, Saph? No, I don’t feel emasculated. I’m still at uni and getting my degree, and I’ve got food on the table. You treat us with respect, and that goes a long way. Sure, Mom would be appalled, but she’s got a roof over her head and no medical debts hanging around her neck. She’s no right to complain.”
