Page 29 of Watcher

“We have eleven girls on the team, and the plan is to make you all members. The four injured reserve will be able to join when they return. Some of you will take officer roles. Not being an officer does not diminish your role as a club member.” I wait a few seconds for everyone to process what they’ve heard.

Diablo returns with the leather cuts. She passes them out to Reaper, Scratch, and myself. “Once we know who’s interested, I’ll have more cuts.”

“It’s a one hundred percent commitment,” I say. “In or out.”

Patty looks at the back of Reaper’s cut. “Sisters of Chaos.” She chuckles. “I’m fucking in. When do I get one of these?”

“I’ll have it ready tomorrow,” Diablo says. “Hellcat and I are going to Pine Bluff tonight. I’ll bring back what we need tomorrow.”

“Hellcat?” Rosemary crosses her arms. “We all going to get a name?”

“Yeah,” Reaper says. “Yours is CT.”

“The hell does that mean?”

Reaper nods at Rosemary’s crotch. “Camel Toe.”

Rosemary shrugs. “I’ll take it.”

I clear my throat, and everyone stops laughing. “Seriously, though. I want to do this just like the men do, only better. Watcher and the Brothers of Chaos will teach us how to ride. They’ll teach us how to be a club. Diablo will train us in the use of firearms.”

“We’ll need to find a source of income,” Diablo says. “We need our own thing. The BOC runs guns, pussy, and a few other things. We need to find our thing.”

“You’re serious about this,” Rosemary says. “What about our jobs and families?”

“Club comes before anything,” I say. “I don’t mean that in a derogatory manner. It’s a rule we have to follow to make this successful.”

“You want us to quit our jobs?” Patty asks.

I nod. “I know that’s one of the things that prevents some of you from joining. I get it. That’s why I said it doesn’t affect your Memphis Macabre status.”

“The life isn’t for everyone,” Diablo says. “But commitment is key.”

“I’m in,” Sam says. “I fucking hate my job.”

“Of course I am.” Joanne smiles as if she’s been waiting for this opportunity since the day she was born.

I look around the circle of women as each gives their commitment, except for Scratch. She’s still undecided.

“We’ll plan on having everyone’s cut by Wednesday or Thursday at the latest. Plan on another practice Thursday, none on Friday and we’ll be ready for the New Orleans Bandits on Saturday.” More nods and smiles.

We end the practice, and Diablo follows me back to the office. “What’s going on with Scratch? I thought she’d be in without question.”

“No clue, but we need to give her some time.”

Emily and Kat enter the office and close the door.

“I’m in for tonight,” Scratch says. “What’s the plan?”

“Simple.” I grab the list of names and addresses from my desk. “Meet here at six. We go to this asshole's neighborhood and watch what he does. When he leaves, we follow him.”

“I’ll be on my bike,” Diablo says. She points at me. “A Maserati will stand out.”

“We take my Camry,” Reaper says. “Sounds like a pretty badass thing to do.”

“See you bitches at six!”

The office door opens, and I just about piss my pants.

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