Chapter 11
Duchess
The tension was rising in the Royal Harlots. There was still no word from Jinx, and the girls were scared. I was worried that they’d find us. I’d sent out a few prospects to ask around, but I told them to watch their backs. You just didn’t know who was watching, and if it was the Turks, then they were hot on my trail.
The phone rang, and when I saw my brother’s name, my gut tightened. He had fucked me over once already, but I needed to know what he wanted now.
“What do you want?” I answered tartly.
“Jameson wants to see you." He replied.
"What?!" I leapt out of my chair as my brother sprang the news on me.
"Why, Colt?”
"He's been making his rounds and talking to the Presidents of the chapters. He’s getting a feel for everyone. He knows you’re not a threat, but he still wants to speak with you."
“Does Dad know about this? About me building the Harlots?”
“Not yet. I asked Jameson to keep the family out of it.”
"Shit, Colt! I don't know if I want to see him."
"You can’t avoid him. Not Jameson. I told you there were going to be consequences for being a Harlot. I'm surprised you were able to avoid Rancid for so long."
"That's because I beat the shit out of one of his men after he nearly killed one of my girls. I think I made it pretty clear they couldn't fuck with me."
I heard his smirk, and I narrowed my eyes. "Don't test me, Colt."
"He'll be in Los Angeles tonight, and I’m going with him. Don't defy him, Sis. He's different. He's got a plan laid out; I just can't figure it out just yet."
"Do you have any idea how many men followed, Rancid. Including yourself. He's probably taking out the trash.” I couldn't blame Jameson. He deserved all the vengeance he could get.
"Even if it means your brother gets the brunt of it."
"Fuck, you’re the first one on my shit list, why not his?"
“Nice,” he grunted.
I paused for a second, taking it all in. Either way I looked at it, it didn’t hurt hearing him out, and besides, having a Bastard for an ally might not be such a bad idea.
“Fine, if he wants to see me, we can meet at the Den. It’s Death Row Shooters' Territory. I’ll put your names on the list. I’ll text you the location.”
"I'll text you the meeting time. Don't be late."
I mimicked him as soon as the phone went dead. He always brought out the little sister in me. But as soon as I set the phone down, this feeling of dread came over me.
Rhea strode in as I hung up the phone. Seeing the distressed look on my face, the look on hers immediately fell. “They found her?”
I shook my head, knowing she could see the concern in my eyes. “Elrik Jameson, the President of the Royal Bastards MC, wants to see us.”
“Fuck. What for?”
“Colt opened his big mouth and let him know about what we have going on here. I’m assuming that he wants to know that I’m loyal to the patch. And I presume he also wants to know what in the hell I’m doing with an all-female MC.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“I’m not sure yet. It depends on how much respect he has for me and what I’ve built. I’ll be meeting with him tonight, and you, my love, are coming with me.”
