Chapter Two.
Sapphire - Friday
I knocked loudly on Nun’s door as I heard the groaning from inside.
“Nun, five minutes till finance church,” I yelled.
“I only need three!” Nun gasped in return.
I banged again and jumped as the door swung open from my fist. “For fuck’s sake, Nun, lock the damn door!” I shouted. I really didn’t want the vision of her plump white ass pegging… I frowned and checked his face out… yup, that was Blue.
Spinning, I slammed her door as Blue and Nun chuckled before Blue groaned. Jesus, that woman was certifiable.
“Four minutes!” I yelled and headed towards the church.
Twilight, our Road Captain, grinned at me from where she lounged at the bar. Chopper was behind it serving, and he quickly poured me a Diet Coke.
“Thanks, Chopper,” I muttered as I glared in the direction where I’d just come from.
“Nun didn’t shut the door, did she?” Twilight asked, and I shook my head.
Twilight grinned and matched my steps as we headed towards the church. “Nobody would ever believe she’d been a real nun. Not with her penchant for being a dominatrix. Running male escorts and a sex club is right up her alley.”
“Do you remember the day she came in here wearing her habit and that stupid little carpet bag she had?” I asked.
“I’m surprised she lasted as long as she did as a nun,” Twilight replied.
“Ain’t we fuckin’ all?” I muttered, taking my seat.
“Talking about Nun? Don’t tell me, you walked in on her giving one of the stable a pegging?” Storm, our secretary, said.
“I need my eyes bleaching,” I complained.
“Who was it this time? No, let me guess, Blue? They seem to gravitate towards each other,” Storm guessed.
“Bingo, we have a winner!” I cried, pointing at her.
“Jesus, we need to put Nun in the basement. Her door was wide open, and I just got an eyeful!” Fortune, our treasurer, bitched as she entered.
“Pegging Blue,” the rest of us said together.
Fortune looked at my face and chuckled. “I wasn’t the only one, was I?” she guessed.
“Nope. I’m sure she likes us watching,” I mused.
“That bitch was here twenty-four hours and had fucked half the stable in that time. Nun seems to think she’s still got to make up for lost time!” Twilight laughed.
“She’s been here ten years! How much more time does she need?”
“I’ll be ninety and still fucking, what’s your problem, Prez? Need to get laid?” Nun said, sauntering into the room. She was wearing a leather bustier, a short skirt that barely hid anything and knee-high boots with stilettos.
“You better have panties on, bitch!” I hissed.
Nun winked and bent over, showing me her French lace cut panties.
“Thank you for that image!” I glowered. One by one, the rest of the club filtered in.
Once everyone was present, I banged the gravel and turned to Fortune.
“Okay, before the finance update, we’ve got an issue. Wylde was here yesterday, issuing a warning to Storm. Someone from her past is hunting her and may have put a hit out on her,” I stated.
“What the fuck?” Dagger demanded sitting up straight.
“What info do we have?” her twin Blade asked.
“His name is Miles Fox. I broke his nose when I was a kid after the little asshole broke Soul’s arm. He’s the reason Soul and I ended up in care. Seems his life went down the shitter, and now he blames me for it.” Storm shrugged.
“And he’s taken a hit out on you? Asshole has the money for that?” Blade pressed.
“No idea. It’s been years since I even thought about him. Fox wasn’t on my radar. Cyber, would you mind, if you’ve got time…” Storm said, turning to Cyber.
“Already on it. Miles Fox is a worm and a blight on society. He was born in October, two thousand and was raised by rich parents who divorced in two thousand and eight. The mother was having an affair. Fox had a bitching childhood after that. His school friends learned that a girl had broken his nose, so he came in for a lot of taunting. He became a worse bully than before and hospitalised a much younger kid,” Cyber stated.
“Shit,” Storm murmured as guilt crossed her face.
“No fault of yours, girl. This kid was born rotten. From the age of ten, he’s been in and out of juvie.
Theft, fighting, grand theft auto, assault and battery, the list goes on.
Since he aged out, he’s served five prison sentences.
Fox has lifer all over him. He’s also been implicated in three deaths, but evidence to arrest him was lacking.
He does have money; his dad died, and Fox inherited everything after his younger sister disappeared.
She’s been gone ten years now. Fox is suspected of her death,” Cyber replied.
“Damn,” Storm muttered. “His own sister.”
“Yeah, looks that way. I haven't been able to find any links to a hitman. However, Fox did withdraw ten thousand from his bank two weeks ago, and I can’t find where it went. He has the funds and is basically a rich, spoiled fuckin’ brat.
It might be worth just putting a bullet in his head to remove the threat to Storm,” Cyber finished.
“I’ll check the dark web. I’ve not seen anything for a hit on an MC member, but I’ll go back through it. Blade and I don’t look at jobs under twenty-five k,” Dagger said.
I nodded to her. Dagger and Blade were assassins. They knew where to get jobs.
“Chase this up. If he hired someone two weeks ago, they’ve had a jump start on us. For all we know, Storm is under surveillance.”
Storm frowned but couldn’t deny it.
“Finance reports. Let’s get this month’s done,” I said, pulling the charts out of a folder in front of me. I turned around and hit a small black box. A signal jammer, just in case.
Fortune was obsessed with spreadsheets. She provided financial documents at every monthly meeting and ensured we all had copies in advance so we could study them beforehand. They ran a month behind, so Fortune had time to chase any debts.
“Okay, legal businesses. The men’s strip club is keeping its steady income; last month’s increase was due to Tinkerbell’s theme night, but the money is still good. The male strippers are fully booked. It’s coming into wedding season, so there’s no room.”
“Do we need more, Tinkerbell?” I asked, as she also ran this.
“No, we’re good as it is,” Tinkerbell replied.
“The tattoo shop continues to be booked six months in advance, thanks to Lantern and her mad skills.” Fortune nodded at the sister who ran it. Lantern dipped her head in acknowledgement.
“The women’s club has had an influx of memberships, which Cyber is running before sending acceptances. This will increase revenue there, although it’s firmly in the black right now and making money hand over fist.”
I turned to Sailor. “Anyone dodgy?”
“Two. One was a cop, and we’ve refused her. They’ve been loitering around several of the legitimate businesses. We don’t need someone like that. The second was a society wife whose husband is in shit up to his neck. She’s well on her way to bankrupting him,” Sailor responded.
“Name?”
“Kevin Stands,” Sailor replied.
I whistled. Mr Money Bags, as he was known. Interesting.
“Keep an eye on that situation,” I said to Cyber, who nodded.
“Heart’s three hotels and the motel are fine, all booked up and rave reviews. The ski resort is slightly down, but that’s to be expected as we transition into spring. Reviewing future bookings, in two weeks, we’re near enough booked solid, which is great.”
“I fired a bartender from the main bar; he was giving potential pickups free drinks to court them. I’m looking for a replacement,” Belladonna said with a scowl.
The resort was her baby. She’d bought a small ski resort at Wolfboro, which in the non-snowy months became an outdoors resort with a world-class spa.
“I bet he had a bad stomach,” Lantern quipped, and Belladonna grinned.
My sister was into witchy stuff and knew herbs and plants like the back of her hand. She told Vengeance what she wanted, and Vengeance grew it. They’d made a business out of that, too.
“The restaurant is making money again now that we sacked the sous chef and the food prepper. They’ve also been taught a lesson in ripping the Royal Harlots off,” Fortune continued.
“Did we recover any of the money or stock?” I asked Candle.
“Yup. About two-thirds of it, when I shocked their balls enough times. I think they’re both infertile now, but who gives a shit?” Candle said softly with a wicked grin. Her power was electrokinesis, and she loved using it.
“The garage is still booked four weeks up front despite Clangers down the road trying to take Harlot’s business. They’ve also learnt a harsh lesson,” Fortune stated.
Birdie grinned. She was one of the few Harlots who didn’t have powers, and she didn’t need them.
Her lust for pain and blood was unmatched by almost anyone here.
You could almost say that it was her special skill.
She unerringly knew where to hit people where it hurt the most. The garage was her baby; I could imagine what she’d done to the owner of Clangers.
“Sales in the garden centre are rising as they do in the spring,” Fortune said with a nod at Vengeance. “And the psychic shop is also booked solid. The bad press from the country club women had the opposite effect, and they drove people into it.”
Twilight smiled. That was her domain, although she had a prospect, Fume, now apprenticing with her.
“Seems the bible bashers disappear when I spill a few secrets their dead relatives would rather be kept quiet.” Twilight smirked.
“Blackmail material?” I asked, and Twilight’s grin grew wider. Nice!
“Jazz is still running in the red, but we can see where inroads have been made in the start-up costs. The dance studio is gaining popularity,” Fortune said.
Jazz wasn’t here as she was a prospect. I was still dubious about the dance studio; none of us were dancers, and if Jazz didn’t win the vote, we’d be screwed. But I’d been outvoted on opening it, and while I could see where it would make us money, it still made me uneasy.