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“Are you having sex with the one they call Watcher?” Once again, he ignores anything I have to say.

“He’s a good guy, father. I feel protected when I’m with him, like nothing in the world can bother me anymore.” He doesn’t say a word. “He’s going to teach me how to ride a motorcycle. We’ve talked about opening a business together.” It's not a good idea to mention the kink club yet. These other things need time to sink in.

“I won’t allow it, Jessica,” he says and stands, tugging on the hem of his suit.

“Hellcat.”

He turns as he’s walking away. “Excuse me?”

“Hellcat. That’s my new name. My biker name.”

“It is not. We’ll discuss this more when you come home tonight. I’m not feeling well and will skip tonight's Stallions game.” He heads to the door, not accepting my answers. He never will.

“I have an apartment now, Father.” I raise my voice to make sure he hears me.

“I know, Jessica.” He turns and faces me. “Unfortunately, I know everything you do.”

“You’re having me followed as well?” I move around the desk. “Since when?”

“Since you came home from the mess you mad at Stanford.” He leaves the office and closes the door, leaving me speechless.

I sit behind the desk and cry for several minutes. I’m hurt, but it’s more than that. So much has happened in the past week that it has become almost overwhelming. The fastballs keep on coming, and I can’t swing a bat near fast enough. I take a deep breath and wipe my eyes.

“Okay,” I say. “This is how it’s going to be from here on out. You’re either with me or against me. Choose the right fucking side, or get the hell out of my way.” The empty office doesn’t reply.

I change in the locker room and pull on my skates. “With me or against me,” I say again and go to the rink.

14

Watcher

“You sure about this?” I ask Beast. He nods and looks around the table at the other club officers.

“I had two Prospects run the tags and then follow the asshole back to Memphis. I’m assuming it’s her father who sent the man.”

“Are you asking me to stop seeing her?” I ask.

“Fuck no,” Beast says.

“We’re going to send a couple of Prospects with you when you head that way later,” Towles says. “We’ll make sure your tail loses its way.”

“I appreciate that.” I look around the table. “Hellcat needs our help. I’ve talked to Beast about this, and he wanted me to bring it to the table. She wants to start a female MC. She wants our help setting it up. Teach them how to ride, use weapons, and manage an income stream.”

“That part’s a bitch,” Diesel says. “What are they thinking for income?”

A smile creeps into the corner of my mouth, and I place my elbows on the table.

“Oh fuck,” Slash says.

“Okay,” Beast says. “Hear him out. Just because you bunch of pussies like your shit straight doesn’t mean he has to.” Beast nods at me, a laugh working up his throat. “Go ahead.”

“Hellcat wants my help setting up a kink club.”

“I’m in with that shit,” TexMex says.

“Put your dick back in your pants,” Beast says. “This isn’t like our pussy house.”

“I think it’ll work out, and we’ll be able to open a second club in Memphis.” I look around the table and nod. “Maybe one here in Pine Bluff.”

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