“I’m Phoebe, honey. I’m married to Vincent. He runs the strip club in town.”
Sasha nodded, noticing her slightly deeper voice.
“It’s nice to meet you,” she said.
Running her hands down her thighs, she wondered what they thought of her.
“I’m Judi.” A woman touched her palm. “It’s nice to see Pussy fighting for someone again. Ever since Ashley died, he’s been a little dead inside.”
A sob filled the room.
“That’s Mia. She was best friends with Ashley,” Judi said.
“I’m sorry. Her death is still raw,” Mia said. “I’m with Curse. So, you’re Pussy’s woman.”
“Yes. I mean, I think I’m his woman. He won’t let me return to my parents’ house or at least my mother. It’s a little messed up.” She stopped speaking.
“You can talk all you want here, honey. We’re not going to hold it against you. When I’m alone with Devil tonight I’m going to crush his balls for the way he talked to me,” Lexie said.
Sasha chuckled. “He didn’t sound very nice.”
“He’s a wonderful man. Shit’s happening right now that he can’t control, and it pisses him off.”
“I know what that’s like.”
The women murmured their agreement. Feeling like they understood her, Sasha started to relax. They wouldn’t hurt her. She was safe in the clubhouse with these women.
“Besides, I can’t hurt him too much. I love sex as much as he does. I’d ruin any chance of getting any myself,” Lexie said.
Sasha burst out laughing, loving the woman more. Her voice sounded calm and soothing.
“You evil little shits. Give me back my daughter.”
Frowning, Sasha jerked at the sound. It was Kenneth.
The sound of glass shattering and a groan followed.
“What the f**k?” Phoebe said. “Lexie?”
She couldn’t see or do anything.
“No, I’m fine,” Lexie said, disoriented.
“You’ve just been hit in the head with a brick,” Judi said. “Sit still.”
Doors opened, and Sasha got to her feet, hoping there was something she could do. What could she do? Devil was right. She couldn’t even help Lexie.
Chapter Eight
“We’ve got another shipment of girls to transport to Fort Wills,” Devil said, the instant the door was closed. Pussy fisted his palm. Every time they sat down to a meeting it was about Frederick Gonzalez. The Italian criminal who had his fingers in so many pies, making their lives shit. Though at first he’d mentioned his respect for The Skulls, now, Frederick owned the other biker club as well as Chaos Bleeds.
“We’re not our own club anymore,” Death said. “All we are is a f**king delivery service. Instead of delivering pizza and takeout, we serve pu**y to the nation and whatever drug is making the rounds.”
“Our job is becoming too risky. It will only be a matter of time before the Feds get involved. You’ll be seeing Lexie and the kids through a cell, Devil. Something has to give soon,” Ripper said. “The risks are too great.”
Devil rubbed a hand down his face. “Life would be so much easier if we could put a bullet in his head.”
“We can at the right time, in the right moment. Butch beat the shit out of him. What’s to say we can’t push back?” Curse said.
Pussy listened to all of their suggestions.
“Remember what he did as payback,” Snake said. “The entire compound was raided and he got their kids took off them. We’ve got to be smart about this. We can’t rush into anything.”
“I know,” Devil said.
“These girls have got to be the last. I’m sure we delivered a f**king adolescent last time. Shit.” Devil grabbed the paperweight from his desk and launched it across the room.
“We need to work with The Skulls,” Vincent said. “This is not something we can do alone. Frederick has cops, Feds, and I bet even more men on hand to do his work. We do this slowly, and we make sure we’re the ones in control. I’m not risking seeing Phoebe and my boys from a cell. It’s not going to happen, and I’m not spending time in prison with men wanting to make me their bitch.”
Pussy couldn’t argue with the man. “I’m with Vincent. There’s got to be a time and place to do this shit.”
The sound of crashing filled the air. Phoebe’s shout of Lexie’s name had Devil charging out the door. All of them followed their president. One of the windows in the main room was smashed. Glancing down at Lexie, Pussy saw blood spilling down the side of her head. She looked dazed as Phoebe tried to help her up.
Sasha stood looking frustrated and sick. Going to her side, he touched her cheek. She jerked back. “It’s me, baby. What’s going on?”
“I don’t know. Is Lexie okay? I think she was hurt with a brick, but I can’t be sure.”
“She’s fine.” He didn’t give Lexie a thought as he looked at how shaken up his own woman was.
“Are you sure? I heard Phoebe talk about a brick.”
“I’m fine, Devil. Who was the f**ker who threw it?” Lexie said.
“Give me back my f**king daughter now, you sick f**ks.”
Pussy recognized that voice. Turning toward the sound of yelling, he saw Kenneth in the parking lot.
“That f**ker threw a brick at my woman.” Devil handed his woman to Phoebe.
“Stay with them. I’ll be back in a moment,” Pussy said.
“Don’t let him hurt you,” Sasha called after him.
He wasn’t going to let anyone hurt him. Pussy was going to hurt this f**ker and enjoy it while it happened.
Devil slammed open the front door to the clubhouse. The sweet-butts were nowhere in sight.
“Who the f**k are you?” Devil asked, shouting the words. He was removing his jacket as he walked.
“Me? I’m the guy who can shut you the f**k down. I want Sasha, and I want her now. I know you filthy f**kers have her.” Kenneth no longer looked like a respectable man. He looked like the evil f**ker he was.
An expensive looking car was parked outside the gate. A pretty looking woman was swigging from a bottle of vodka as she looked at Kenneth. She had to be Sasha’s mother. The woman looked scared stiff of this man, but Pussy saw how pretty she was. Both women had been trapped because of Kenneth.
“You think throwing bricks at my f**king clubhouse, at my f**king wife, is going to get you what you want?” Devil asked.