Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
DANI
After recently watching my sister and Halo together, I already know, even though she might not, Dottie has found her person or a better way to say it, her soul mate.
The way they look and watch each other is just like one of the many books I’ve read.
Her personal hero popped up right in front of her so they can have their HEA.
Before I forget my thought, I pull my phone out and dictate a few notes, as I’m in the process of trying to finish a project I’ve been concentrating on, though God only knows how long this will take me.
Life has gotten into a bit of a routine between Dottie and me.
Between all of our club’s companies which include the working ranch, The Wooden Spirits Bar & Grill, the Handmaidens Fitness & Holistic Center, and finally my favorite, the Devils on Wheels—the club’s trucking company—which to my utter surprise after working my ass off, I’m the head mechanic now.
There are a few more businesses in the works like the coffee shop, which doesn’t have a name yet, and then the Labor of Love which, from what I’ve been told, is going to be a place for folks to find or do their hobbies with liked-minded people.
Some of the sisters are working to get that business up and running since they already have shit in mind to get the place hopping.
Recently Tink, Glory, and Shadow called both Duchess and me into a meeting at the clubhouse.
I was worried and panicking. Not only am I a prospect but also the quietest of all the Devil’s Handmaidens sisters.
Peanut used to be pretty quiet until she spoke up for Heartbreaker during all the shit that went down.
Anyway, Glory explained that the club’s trucking company, Devils on Wheels, just secured a contract with a government agency and that the plan is to add at least five or more tractors to our fleet.
She also said that Duchess would be in charge of hiring more mechanics, even if they aren’t up to our skills but are willing to learn.
We’ll start then with the easy work until they are fully trained.
With that said, Glory turned to me smiling while telling me I was being promoted to head mechanic.
Both of us would be getting a raise and some additional benefits, including more contributions to our pension plan.
Damn, Dottie and I hit it out of the ballpark when we decided to hook our stars to the Devil’s Handmaidens.
These thoughts are running through my head as I pull up to the security gates at work.
Entering my personal security code, the gates slowly start to open and I drive my cage around the garage to the back, where Duchess and I both park.
I see her beat-up pickup truck but not Kitty’s vehicle.
Since the weather up here in Montana can sometimes be turbulent, most of the sisters have been driving their cages just to be safe, me included, as I don’t need Dottie up in my business yet again.
Once my cage is parked, I grab my insulated travel coffee cup, and get out of the vehicle.
Since we’ve had issues before at all of our operations, Rebel and Freak have upgraded all the security at each of our businesses and they are on a constant stream.
I know both Rebel and Freak have home offices with a room full of monitors and, along with a few prospects from both our club and the Intruders, they keep a pretty constant eye on the streams, not to mention there are alarms that go off if something goes wrong.
Not sure how Rebel or Freak know how to write software coding, but they do.
As I put my finger to the pad then enter my code, I hear the lock disengage and pull the door open, letting it swing shut on its own.
Immediately, before I even take a step all the way in, I feel that something is way off.
It dawns on me that when Duchess beats me here, she usually has her music blasting throughout the shop.
At the moment it’s so quiet you could probably hear a mouse let a fart drop.
Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I see something flutter then move, right before something hits me on the other side of my head instead of right in my face.
Immediately, Shadow’s voice is in my head, telling me what to do, which is ignore the pain in my temple.
My training kicks in as I crouch down, dropping my cup on the cement floor, letting my shoulders drop down and loosen, while my hands form fists.
Seeing two legs off to my right side, I reach up with my left hand, instinctively knowing where to inflict the most pain by grabbing this bastard’s balls, making the intruder squeal like a gutted pig.
Glancing up, I see him pulling his arm back so I quickly let go.
Shifting and using my head, I plow right into his gut, knocking us both down.
Having the advantage of knowing we were gonna hit the ground, I jump up, bouncing on the heels of my feet.
The intruder staggers to his feet and, shit, he’s a big motherfucker.
Goddamn it, I think to myself, trying to figure out what to do next.
Shadow and Raven’s voices are rolling in my head, telling me to relax and breathe.
As he moves forward, I back up, hearing Raven telling me to remember the bigger they are the harder the asshole will fall.
Just before my hand moves to throat punch him, a gun goes off, followed by a woman’s scream of pain.
Turning, I see two other men standing on either side of Duchess.
She is the one who let out that painful yell, as she is now on the ground trying to hold her biker boot that has blood dripping off the sole.
Motherfucker, one of those assholes shot my club sister in the foot.
I put my hands in the air, showing I’m complying.
The uglier of the two smirks but the one with the gun pulls the balaclava off his face, and I feel every muscle in my body tighten as I let a gasp out.
No way, dear God, please tell me I’m wrong.
Though my gut never leads me down the wrong path.
It’s Samson, my father’s best friend’s son.
He’s grown up to be a mountain of a man but his damn eyes are still dead.
Dottie and I used to be friends with Samson and his brothers, until the day we saw some of them torturing a mother dog and her puppies.
We were able to save the animals and our mother took them and dropped them off at the vet’s.
She got beat that night because our father stated, one, it was not our business, and two, the boys were learning to be real men.
Giving pain is a technique that takes patience and skill.
Besides beating our mother, he put both Dottie and me outside to spend the night thinking about what we did and how we would apologize to Samson, Cain, Omar, and Noah.
In the end, we had to invite them over with their father for a fancy dinner that Mom, Dottie, and I cooked.
Then we had to sit and allow them to ridicule us the entire evening while our father laughed along with their insults and sexual innuendos.
“So, finally, little Daneira, we meet again. I see you haven’t yet learned your place, whore.”
Feeling the gargantuan move behind me, I glare at him, which has him chuckling. When I turn back toward Samson, I growl in not only frustration, but a tiny bit of fear too. I know in my heart he’s the one who’s been watching us.
“My name is Dani, you big asshole. What the hell are you doing here? I don’t want any problems, Samson, but what you just did to my sister Duchess is going to get you in so much trouble.
If you need cash we don’t keep any on site, but if that’s why you are here, I need to make a phone call to our boss, who can get some cash for you. ”
He grins that demonic lip curl my way as he reaches down, pulling Duchess up by her hair.
She doesn’t make a sound though her questioning eyes never leave mine.
Please, I put out to the universe, don’t let him hurt her any more than he already has.
That thought hasn’t even been released out of my mind when his hand grabs her breast and he squeezes so hard her face turns beet red, but again she refuses to cry out.
That just infuriates the jagoff as he gets off on not only hurting anyone and everyone, but also hearing the pain he is causing.
Right when he goes to pinch, what I’m guessing is her nipple, Duchess drops her head forward then flings it back, hitting Samson right on the chin as she lifts her foot backward, her boot heel connecting with his balls.
Watching her, I turn and with a tight fist I swing fast and hard, hitting the bastard behind me right in the Adam’s apple.
He immediately falls to the ground, though not sure if he’s out or not.
Hearing screaming, I turn to see Samson and the other man beating on Duchess.
I run and jump on the other guy’s back. My fingers of both hands going immediately into his eyes, which causes him to swear while trying to shake me off.
Knowing this is a life or death situation, I push as hard as I can, hoping his eyes pop out of his head.
I saw Shadow do it once and at the time I almost fainted, but today I’m thankful she taught me some of her tricks of the trade.
Hearing sirens, Samson lets Duchess go then points his gun at her head.
“Enough, whore. Come with me now or I will blow her brains out. Then I will continue to work my way through every one of those whores you’ve been living with. Your choice, Daneira.”