Running toward us was a sobbing young girl, no older than sixteen, possibly seventeen. Racing toward her, George growled, “Fiona, what happened?”
Before the young girl could say a word, I heard Bailey growl, “Oh fuck, yes. Tonight is going to be lit!” as several women got to their feet.
“Cupcake,” King groaned, and Bailey held up her hand, silencing him as she walked past.
“Fuck, you can’t be this stupid, Marlene,” Bailey sneered while she stood in front of Georgie and the young girl, glaring at the scantily dressed woman before her.
Never in my life had I ever seen a woman dressed so provocatively. I mean, the woman barely had on any clothes. Her boobs were damn near busting out of her top and if she bent over, I could see right up her main street!
Wasn’t she cold?
“That little bitch hit my car, then took off. She’s gonna pay for damages if I have to beat it out of her.”
“That right, Fiona?” Bailey asked. “You hit Marlene’s piece-of-shit car?”
“No, Bailey, I swear it wasn’t me.”
“Bitch is lying,” the woman seethed. “Got it all on camera. She hit my car and fled the scene.”
“Call her a bitch one more time,” a pretty blonde woman clapped back. “And see what happens next.”
“You tell her, Sis.” Jessica smirked as she punched her palm with her other hand while the rest of the woman surrounded the three newcomers.
“Fuck you. You think I’m stupid to come here alone?” the woman snarked as five more scantily dressed women walked up to stand behind her. “I brought friends this time, whore.”
I didn’t know what was happening, as Dr. Claudia James walked over to stand beside me. “You picked a good night to visit the clubhouse, Josephine.”
“I’m not so sure,” I muttered, just as one of the newcomers winked and blew a kiss. “Remember me, whore? It’s payback time.”
Now that apparently pissed off one of the other women because, within a split second, she tackled the woman to the ground and started beating the hell out of her.
I stood there in shock watching the fight, and that was when I saw the knife.
I gasped.
The next thing I knew, a man in a suit knocked the woman with the knife away and knelt beside the injured woman.
“Shit!” I clearly heard George yell as he scanned the area. Finding me again, he shouted, “Josie! Get my sister out of here!”
Shoving the teenager my way, I rushed over to her, wrapping my arms around the frightened girl, when I heard Claudia yell, “Someone go get my medical bag!”
As total chaos ensued, I rushed Fiona toward my car when Frank, George’s brother, stopped me. “Josie. Get my sister out of here. Don’t leave her sight.”
“I won’t,” I muttered just as someone shouted, “LOCK DOWN THE CLUBHOUSE!”
Chapter Fifteen
Josie
“I don’t want to go home.”
“What?” I asked, quickly looking at Fiona. She was a sweet girl. I’d seen her around town often and of course, George talked about her all the time. Fiona Mitchell-Steiner was the little sister George never wanted but dearly loved. George doted on the girl and considering her past history, if there was ever someone who needed a little extra love, it was Fiona.
“Your brothers told me to take you straight to Granny.”
“I know.” The girl sighed, looking out the window as we drove down the mountain. “But Granny is gonna want to know everything, and I’m not ready to tell her.”
“Speaking of which,” I said. “Why were you at the clubhouse tonight and not at the high school? Isn’t tonight the Winter Dance?”
