Page 39 of Chill’s Chance

“Hello, colonel.” I greet him with the widest smile I can manage. “Welcome to the party.”

All my guys are standing with their guns drawn, aimed directly at the bastard who drummed me out of the service. The asshole who not only let two rapists go free but protected them.

As I consider how best to incapacitate the colonel, Hunter steps up and knocks him out with a hard hit to his jaw. “Fucking asshole.” Hunter grumbles.

Puma claps him on the shoulder. “Good job. Let’s get these dead men loaded up and back to The Pit. We get to watch Chill have some fun.”

The guys cheer as they load up my next victims. Shaking my head, I can’t help but smile. I’ve waited a long time to get these assholes in my playground. I’ve tortured and killed many men in The Pit, imagining they were one of these three men.

When we step outside what was likely once a storage room into a hanger, I see Showtime waiting with one of our SUVs. Dice is standing with her. He breaks off to come over and give me a hug, lifting me off the floor and swinging me around. I hear Hunter growl, but we both ignore him.

“Shit, Chill. When I saw the video of those guys grabbing you. I almost lost it.” Dice says.

I shake my head at him because nothing phases Dice. He’s the one cracking jokes while the rest of us are dodging bullets.

Hunter and I climb into the SUV and glance at our prisoners. Showtime drops me off at 1% so I can drive my bike back to the clubhouse. I’m a little disappointed when Hunter rides back with Showtime, but I brush it off, knowing he likely wants to help her handle our prisoners. A small part of me wonders if he’s putting distance between us because of the rape. I know some men have a problem when the woman they care for experiences it. I wouldn’t expect Hunter to be one of those, but I’ve been wrong before.

I don’t let myself to guess what Hunter is thinking. I need to focus on what I know. And what I know is I’m going to get some payback for the hell those assholes put me through, finally. The hot wind billowing around me just fuels my desire for pain. Those assholes took something from me and they’re going to pay the ultimate price.

When I arrive at the clubhouse, I know my revenge is going to have to wait when I find Detective Sterling parked outside our gates chatting with Showtime, who is now standing in the guardhouse. I’m guessing Puma sent her out here for two reasons. He needed her out of the clubhouse so we can prep for her party and he needed her to delay Sterling.

“Detective.” I say, pulling up to the gate.

“Chill.” He responds. “I’m here to talk with Slade. Showtime was telling me that Claudia is here as well.”

“Did you need to talk to her, too?” I ask.

“If it isn’t too much trouble. Showtime said you guys were having some kind of party. I don’t want to get in the way.”

“You won’t be.” I tell him before turning to Showtime. “Does Puma know the detective is here?” I ask her, knowing that he’s likely locking up the prisoners. We wouldn’t want the detective to figure out what we’re doing.

“Yep.” Showtime says. “He was on a call, said he’d be ready to greet the detective soon. Oh, there he is now.” I glance over to the clubhouse and see Puma coming outside.

“Come on detective, you can follow me in.” I tell him, waiting for him to get back into his car while Showtime opens the gate. I back up into my spot and watch the detective park behind the bikes. He gets out and glances back at Showtime, giving her a wave. He’s smitten.

As SOA, my job is to protect the club and the members from our enemies. The detective is a potential enemy, but he seems to care for Showtime. I know Puma won’t make her choose between the club and Sterling. At least not yet, so in the meantime, we watch him and guard our secrets.

“Detective.” Puma greets him. “Hunter and his son are inside and waiting for you. Claudia Bowen is here as well.”

“I heard. Did she come for the party?”

“She came to us when she thought someone was following her. Seems she asked around the apartment complex about who leant money to Nicole Bryson.” Puma responds, nodding when Sterling lets out a string of curses. “Yeah, that’s how I felt, too. We’re letting her stay here for a few days.”

Puma opens the door and we walk in to find Hunter and Claudia on either side of Slade at a table. A chair sits empty opposite Slade for Sterling. I glance at Hunter, but his focus is on Slade.

“Chill. My office.” Puma says. As we make our way through the common room, he nods at Wildcard and Spark to follow us. Once we’re in his office, Puma gives me an update. “We’ve got our visitors in the cells. Max is watching them via the cameras. He’ll watch the gate as well once we call Showtime in.”

I nod. “Good. We need to wait for Sterling to leave before we end them.” I state, even though I really want to get my hands on those bastards sooner rather than later.

“Speaking of ending them.” Wildcard says, glancing at Puma, then me. “How do we know their deaths won’t come back on us?” He hurriedly continues when I open my mouth, certain that I’m ready to protest. “Not that I don’t agree they need to die. I just don’t want our club to have any blowback.”

I nod. “Me either, but luckily, they took care of that themselves.” I say before telling them about the alibis they created to protect themselves. By the time I’m done explaining, the guys are grinning.

“What a bunch of fuck heads.” Wildcard says.

“Spark, follow up and make sure their alibis are still in place and that there is no trail leading here.” Puma orders and Spark nods, opening his laptop and getting to work.

“What about their vehicles?” I ask, knowing that we left the van and the colonel’s car at the airstrip.

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