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“Two weeks?” Dixie suggests, although her expression suggests I’m not the only one that would hate going that long.

“Ten days?” Josie mutters, curling her lip in disgust.

“A week?” Nova asks before silence stretches around us. None of us want to ban sex. I’m not sure if that means we all have a sex addiction and we need therapy, or simply that the Black Hearts brothers just know how to fuck.

“Five days,” I state firmly. “We could do five days.”

They nod in agreement, albeit unconvincingly.

I place my hand in the centre of the circle. “B-HO on three,” I whisper.

“B-HO?” Alina asks in confusion.

“Black Hearts Ol’ Ladies,” I explain.

“Oh, I was like O, let’s Be Ho’s!” Josie giggles.

“To be fair, it does sound like Be Hoes,” Maggie agrees.

“Alright then, anyone else got a better name for us?” I huff.

“What about Badass Ol’ Ladies Of Bikers?” Josie suggests, smiling.

“BOOB,” Alina points out. “That would be BOOB,” she reiterates.

Belle snorts back her laughter. “Just Black Hearts Ol’ Ladies is good, but maybe don’t call ourselves B-HO’s,” she adds.

We all nod. “Okay, on three,” I say again. “Black Hearts Ol’ Ladies, let’s go!” I whisper yell so that I don’t alert the men to our presence.

“Black Hearts Ol’ Ladies!” they whisper back, raising their joined hands.

We turn, now all hyped up, and creep our way through the unit, now with a plan of what we are actually going to do.

CHAPTERFIFTEEN

STAR

We roundthe corner to see a large open space and see two men tied to chairs, with cloth tied around their mouths. Their faces are also beaten and bloodied. The brothers are standing there, blood coating their hands, their murderous intent gazes pinned on the two officers. Ghost steps forward, a blade in his hand, his muscles are strung tight, and he approaches the one that held me down. It’s the one that whispered what he would do to me once he got me alone. I didn’t tell Ghost what he said, knowing it would tip him over the edge. He would hunt him down and kill him without a single regret.

Ghost rests the blade against the man’s neck. The man sniffles and pleads, begging for his life, but Ghost doesn’t flinch. The words the man is rambling don’t seep into Ghost’s mind. He’s set to kill, set to end those that have hurt the thing he loves. Me.

My feet are moving, and my only thought is to get to him. I hear the girls behind me, and the rest of the brothers look our way, taking in their women, their faces set as hard as stone. They’re probably pissed that we are here, but I don’t pay them any mind as I continue toward the only man that matters to me in this moment. His eyes flicker to mine, his cold ice stare aimed at me, his jaw ticking as he contains the anger he’s feeling, keeping the blade pressed against the guy’s neck. Blood trickles along the sharp metal, and as I stop in front of him, our gazes never break.

I place my hand over his hand that is holding the blade and pull it away from the man’s throat, shaking my head back and forth. “Don’t,” I command softly. His chest is heaving with the fury I know he’s struggling to contain.

I lean up and press my lips softly to Ghost’s, removing the blade from his hand as our lips connect. I step back and walk behind the man, whose eyes are wild with fear. I slice the blade through the rope at his wrists before doing the same to the ones at his ankles.

The guy springs from the chair, ripping the cloth from his mouth. “You’ll pay for this. All of you,” he threatens. Maggie frees the other officer, who runs over to his friend.

“I wouldn’t,” I warn, standing in front of them. I don’t have to look over my shoulder to know that the ol’ ladies are there. I can feel them approach at my back, and I grin. They move to stand at my side, their weapons bared and aimed at the two officers.

“Pfft, what are you going to do? You’re just a bunch of weak and pathetic women,” one spits, looking at us.

“Erebus,” Rage orders his dog, who trots by my side, growling at the officer on the floor.

I pat his head in praise. “Good boy.” I smile down at him. “Josie, Nova,” I order. They move forward, both aiming their tasers at them. I flex my fingers on my knuckle dusters, cricking my neck, my smile widening. “Now, just stay still and let me get a few punches in,” I say as I step closer to them.

“Fuck you. You hit me, I will hit you twice as fucking hard,” the ugly bald one growls, blood dripping from his mouth.

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