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“So, he’s your boyfriend or something?”

Wow. When he says it like that. “I think it's called an old lady.”

“Will he let you go out with me?”

Bold move. Maybe he doesn’t understand what he’s dealing with. “His name is Watcher.”

“No surprise there,” Jeremy says and smiles.

“I’m heading to Pine Bluff now to see him.” Disappointment crosses Jeremy’s face, and I feel sorry for him. “Look. I need to work through some things with Watcher. That doesn’t mean you and I can’t be some sort of friends. We’ll just have to figure out what that means. I will give you a call tonight. How does that sound.”

“I’ll take it,” he says. He stands there, waiting for something.

“Talk to you later, Jeremy.” I kiss him and get into my car, following Diablo out of the parking lot and onto I-40.

I know nothing about kink. Not a damn thing. Thanks to my father, I know how to run a business. With my business knowledge and Watcher’s kink experience, we can no doubt make this idea happen. I know exactly where in Memphis I want the club, adding one more thing to my list of things to do.

This is what I needed in my life to break the cord between me and my father/wicked stepmother. Purpose. We all need a purpose. Doesn’t have to be the same for all of us. I smile the rest of the way to Pine Bluff. At least until we pull into the club parking lot and I see wicked stepmother’s Mercedes sitting in the lot.

11

Jessica

Iget out and stand by the car, fuming. Diablo climbs off her bike and immediately comes over to me. She glances at the car’s license plate that says Sandy. She knows things are about to go sideways.

“Keep your shit together,” Diablo says.

“If he’s in there fucking her, I will kill both of them. Rip his dick off and choke her with it.”

I move around Diablo under the watchful eyes of club members and old ladies. Several kids play on a playground, and bikers drink beers nearby. When I get to the building entrance, Beast comes out with Skittles. I move by without a word.

“Hellcat,” Diablo says, following. “Don’t do it.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Beast says, coming back inside. As the club president, I wonder if he’s ever experienced one of his members and his bitch get murdered inside the club.

I don’t see Watcher or Sandy in the bar area, which means only one thing. He’s in his room fucking her. Raging, I grab an empty beer bottle from the bar and head down a hallway from where a biker and woman appear.

The first two rooms are empty. I open the third door and find a woman giving a member a blowjob. They both look at me, but she doesn’t stop sucking the guy’s dick. I close the door and move on to the next room.

“Hellcat,” Diablo says. “You need to stop.”

“Somebody needs to stop her,” Beast says. “And find Watcher!”

I open the next door and stand in the doorway, gripping the bottle, watching Sandy moving up and down on a bed. I can’t see Watcher, but I can hear moans. It doesn’t matter. Time to put them both in the hospital.

Diablo grabs my arm, but I shrug her away, charging forward, raising the bottle. Sandy turns her head and screams—bitch—and the man looks around her.

I stop just short of cracking the bottle on Sandy’s head.

“Damnit, Slash. What the fuck is going on?” Beast says. I back away and bump into him. He points at the woman. “Who are you fucking?”

“That’s my wicked stepmother,” I say.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” Beast moves around me and motions for Diablo and Skittles to escort me out. “Get your dick out of her stepmother, please.”

“I’m not finished,” I hear Slash say.

“Were you looking for her or Watcher?” Skittles asks.

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