Page 5 of Pirate's Plunder

“Why are you forcing this on me?” Her laughter is by far my favorite sound in the world.

“Because you, princess, need to get laid before you’re sold off to the highest bidder.” I cap the nail polish and give up trying to be normal.

“Thanks for the reminder.” I can hear her rummaging in her closet.

“Nurse or Catwoman?” Ugh no.

“Neither. Nothing so fucking cliché.” I blow on my nails as she rattles off a few more suggestions.

“I got it! Just bring your cowboy boots.” I roll my eyes but can handle a cowgirl look more than a slutty schoolgirl.

“Fine, but I will not play any of the games, drink, smoke or participate in any orgies.” She goes quiet again, but this time I wait her out.

“On second thought, I’ll dress you like a nun.”

Bitch.

Chapter Three

Pirate

Flip walks in, pulling his kippah off his bald head and taking his seat, then flipping open his ledgers.

It’s how he earned his road name, constantly flipping through books to find their hidden meanings. No one can work numbers like this man can.

“Sorry, traffic was killer. I need to find a closer temple.” He waves at me to start, and I frown.

“Catch your breath,” I mutter as he pats the pockets of the suit he wears under his cut.

He’s a walking, talking contradiction. Sunday to Friday, he looks like a bald-headed tattooed biker, but come the Sabbath? He’s the good Jewish boy that his Mama raised him to be.

“I found her,” I announce to my club executives.

All the highest-ranked members are in attendance to witness this moment. None of them thought it was possible, but I finally got to avenge my parents.

The room remains in stunned silence until Knight clears his throat.

“So we’re going to off the girl for what her father did?” Padre, my cousin, and the club’s chaplain ask as if I need to justify the killing.

“I get you need to bring up the moral implication but it’s not fucking necessary. She’ll lead me to him.” Padre raises an eyebrow at me while a few of the members slump back into their chairs with heavy sighs.

“Not this shit again.” Spector covers his eyes before dragging his hand down his face.

“Pirate, he’s fucking dead. You gotta stop chasing ghosts.” I shake my head.

“They never found a body. He’s still out there killing for that maniac, and I’m going to fucking prove it. I’m snatching her this weekend.” The room grows quiet for all of two seconds before it erupts into protests and shouts.

One after another, my brothers try and fail to talk some reason into me. I get that they’re worried, but my patience is done. No one believes me that Marco escaped the night of my parents’ murder. They all question what I saw.

He may have only left me with one eye, but I can see just fine with it. That man walked through those flames like he was fireproof.

Knight pins his bottom lip between his teeth and lets out a loud whistle, ending the arguing I had tuned out.

“I don’t agree with this plan.” Padre tries in vain to change my mind.

“I’ll make you all a deal since you all seem to think I’m fucking crazy. We pick her up and I keep her locked up here for one week. If Marco is alive, he’ll come for her. If he doesn’t, I turn her loose.” A few members look at each other, but it’s Spector and Cyclone I watch closely.

“What ya gonna do with her for one whole week?” Wizard asks from his seat.

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