“Look, sweetheart.It’s real cute that you put some stuffing in your training bra, but you better watch how you speak to me.”
“Your services are no longer required,” I tell her.
“My services?”She shrieks.“I’m not a sex worker.”
“Could have fooled me, bitch.”Ashley shoves her, and I hook an arm around my feisty wife’s waist, hauling her securely against my front before she gets scrappy and finds herself in a barroom scuffle.
“Can someone get this bitch out of here and make sure she doesn’t return?”I growl.
“Sure thing, Prez.Let’s go.”Poe grabs Felicity at the elbow and starts shuffling her out the door.
“Unhand me,” Felicity squirms, but Poe maintains his grip on her.
“Stupid move, woman.Stop embarrassing yourself.Don’t show up here again or you won’t like the consequences,” my Sargeant at Arms advises.
The guys who are here are still standing around with curious expressions on their faces, and I know I owe them an explanation.Right now, though there are bigger things at play besides my having claimed Ashley.
“A word,” Hemlock approaches me.
“You find Slasher?”
“He’s in the hospital.I don’t know his condition or what happened.Goose is going to meet us there.”
“Fuck.”I release Ashley.“Do you want to stay here or come with me?”
“I’m with you.”
I nod.“Let’s go.”
Chapter Seven
“Doyouthinkthishas something to do with Shelby?”I ask Blood once we’re back in his truck.
“Not a damn clue.Hard to say until I speak with him and find out what happened.I don’t believe in coincidences, though.”
“I think you need to tell me more about my sister.Talking about it may trigger something that could be useful.Maybe I’ll remember something.”
“Did she ever say you were in danger?”
“Not that I can recall.”
“Did you ever tell her someone was following you after school?”
“No, why?”
“You’re certain?”
“I think that’s something I’d remember.Did she tell you I said that happened?”
“Just more of her lies and games.”
“We didn’t know her at all, did we?”
“I don’t think none of us ever did.”
How could my sister, who practically raised me even before our mother passed, who was always there for me, be this awful person and I not know?Am I like her?I glance over at Blood, the man I thought she loved, and wonder how she could hurt him.How could she murder War and Eightball in cold blood?She wasn’t who I thought she was, and I can’t wrap my head around it.Not even a year later.Part of me thought maybe the club had done something to her.That being close to Blood meant getting answers.To unraveling this great mystery, but maybe Blood never held the answers, and they all lie with Shelby wherever she may be.
I keep turning over the last few months we were together.She wasn’t acting strangely, but there were things that felt off.She was being secretive.Taking late-night phone calls.Telling me she was working when she’d been fired.I thought it had something to do with Blood and the club.Like her second phone.
