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“That wasn’t a pleasant scene back there, Saph. That was damn awkward,” Sparrow pushed. Belladonna sent me a look, and I slammed a wall up.
The truth was I was fuming, but at the same time, I was hurt and relieved. Wylde, yup, we were back to Wylde, who had shown his true colours tonight. He was still clearly investigating us while trying to get in my pants. Despite what I’d explained to him, it had clearly gone in one ear and out the other.
What would he do? Search my apartment after we’d fucked each other’s brains out? Wait until I fall into a deep sleep before searching my office for evidence? I scoffed.
Now I knew he wasn’t trustworthy, and that rankled. A small hope had taken seed in me that he could be the man I needed him to be. I’d been wrong. So damn wrong.
“Don’t worry about it,” I replied as we left the warehouse.
I choked back a bitter laugh. Wylde and his team of assholes had caught us in an illegal activity; they just hadn’t realised it. Those items would be shipped to countries where they were banned. But because of what they were, the cops hadn’t noticed they were contraband. Sure, we weren’t running drugs, but we were smuggling the sex toys into a different country.
Wylde’s gut had been correct, and so had the tip-off in a way. Nobody expected sex toys to be smuggled, which was why we made a fortune on them.
Damn Wylde. I hated the fact that he had shown his true colours. Everything he’d done had been to pull the wool over my eyes. Well, now I was warned. And forewarned is forearmed. I was through with my club and with myself being prey. We weren’t weak, and certain people were about to discover that.
Chapter Thirteen.
Sapphire
“Church is in session. Fortune, is there any updates on finances you wish to bring to the table?” I asked as I glanced across at her.
“None other than the fact that the sale of Mrs Henderson’s bookshop is nearly completed. Do you have a plan for it?” Fortune asked.
“Yes, and I have someone in mind to run it. Don’t worry, sisters, you’re not about to get an extra job.” I chuckled and saw relief cross some of their faces.
“Thank fuck, I couldn’t run a stripper club and a bookshop, what would that say about me?” Tinkerbell said.
“Ain’t commenting,” Sparrow quipped, and laughter rose.
“Slut,” Tinkerbell hissed, and Sparrow shrugged.
“Yeah, I’ll own that,” she laughed.
“Okay, two things on my agenda today. Miles Fox attacks Storm, Cyber has an update, and the Bloody Femmes. We need to retaliate. I want a message sent.”
My sisters exchanged looks. They were all aware of what had happened to Wylde two nights ago, but none commented. It wasmy personal business, and they knew better than to interfere. “Cyber.”
“I haven’t been able to track Fox through cameras. I lost him outside of town as the cameras were down. I have caught images, and it was definitely him. If the cops do their job, they’ll confirm it too. This proves that Fox is present and is targeting Storm. There hasn’t been any sign of a hitman, but Wylde said one had been contacted. Dagger, Blade, did you dig anything up on the dark web?” Cyber asked the two enforcers.
“Yes, and no. There was a contract put out on an MC member, but it doesn’t say which MC or where. The hit was taken by a guy who is dangerous enough to make us believe the attempt will be serious. But he’ll fail. He’s come up against us before and failed. He’ll do the same this time. The good news is we know who we’re looking for,” Blade replied.
I nodded. “For now, Storm, Blade and Dagger will remain on you. With their powers, they’ll be able to throw up a smokescreen for you to escape. If you go anywhere without them, Storm, there will be repercussions.”
Storm looked disgruntled at my threat but acquiesced.
“We will find him, sister, I promise. Just give us the time we need,” I promised.
Storm didn’t look pacified.
“The Bloody Femmes took two strikes at us. We’re going to reciprocate. Sparrow, I need a shipment of drugs transported into their clubhouse, and Vengeance to call it in. Dagger, I want video footage. Vengeance, you know what to do. At the same moment, I want my sisters present when the cops cart them off. I want Foxy to know it was us. I want the shithole diner they run shut down for violations. Again, I want a presence there when it’s reported.”
Wicked grins crossed my sisters’ faces. This would be fun.
Sparrow
I leaned against my bike, watching as Manchester PD cuffed Rebel, Vix, and Dangerous and shoved them into a wagon. Beside me lounged Maid, Heart, Nun, and Poker. Rebel saw us and began screeching.
“You fucking cunts, we’ll get you,” she shrieked.
