Chapter Eleven. #2
Sparrow didn’t hang around; we were on our bikes within seconds.
I wondered if this was a genuine accident or if Fox had made a move.
Damn it, we’d not been as focused on Storm as we should have been.
From now on, Dagger or Blade would be assigned to her until we got a handle on this.
There’d be no arguments. Storm would have to suck it up and learn the hard way.
Hayden
Storm was in a fighting mood, and I was her target. The woman's glare was rather disturbing, but I wouldn't let her intimidate me.
“I told you everything I witnessed,” Storm stated.
“You saw Miles Fox?”
“Yes. It wasn’t an unknown assailant. I clearly saw his face as I blacked out.”
“He was alone?”
“Yes. Oh. You were looking for a hitman.”
“Yeah, and now I’m curious if he found one. If he did, why did he attack you himself?” I asked, more talking to myself than to Storm.
“How would I know?” Storm bitched, and I sent her a stern look.
“That was me wondering out loud.”
“Don’t. It gives me a headache,” Storm complained.
The curtains to her bay were yanked open, and Sapphire stormed in.
The look of relief on her face took my breath away, and I realised just how much Sapphire cared about her sisters.
No matter what happened between us, Sapphire would never leave the Royal Harlots.
It was a slap in the face, that truth, because I’d not even realised I’d been thinking it.
But the facts were there, right in front of me; the woman I wanted would forever be a Royal Harlot, and she’d always be their president.
I had to consider what that meant for me and any future relationship I might have with Sapphire.
“You’re awake,” she stated.
“Yes. I’m fine, just a few bruises and a minor concussion. Can we blow this joint?” Storm demanded.
“No. Not until I hear back from a doctor. Shut it, Storm, I’m not arguing. You'd better ring Soul, he’s frantic and riding,” Sapphire said.
Sparrow handed Storm a cell, and Storm winced. “I was on the phone with him when Fox hit me.”
“It was Fox?” Sapphire snapped.
“Yes,” Storm admitted.
“You go nowhere without either Blade or Dagger with you. Please don’t argue, Storm, I’m not interested.
You have at least one twin with you at all times.
Your safety is paramount. If not, I’m about to let Soul stuff you inside the RBMC, and I’d like to see you escape those fuckers,” Sapphire threatened.
I was slightly amused when whatever Storm had been about to say faded. But there was a pressing matter I needed to deal with.
“I’m going to put another BOLO out on Fox. He failed this time, Storm, and that will bother him. Fox is obsessed with you. He’s dangerous and you’ve been treating this like a joke. That ends now,” I said, and Storm’s glower returned.
“Listen, cop, I’m well aware,” she snapped.
“Good. Take care of her,” I said to Sapphire and left them to battle. I’d no doubt Storm would try to wriggle her way out of protection, but Sapphire clearly had a viable threat to handle her sister.
Sapphire – two days later
I looked up at the sound of bike pipes. A lot of bike pipes, and they didn’t belong to my club.
I raced out of Royal Ink with Lantern, and I growled as I saw a parade of about twenty female bikers.
The Bloody Femmes MC. Our enemy. Brazenly riding at the front of them was Foxy, the Manchester chapter president.
She caught me looking, and a smarmy smile crossed her face.
Telepathically, I reached out and yelled for Belladonna to alert all Harlots that the Bloody Femmes were here.
‘Wait for it,’ Dagger hissed in my mind, and I guessed Belladonna was letting Dagger view through my eyes.
I kept my gaze on the Bloody Femmes. Foxy released a sudden yell. She hit her brakes and wobbled on the Harley she rode. The sluts behind her swapped glances before screams broke out, and they all began breaking.
‘Oh, nice,’ I replied to Dagger, even though I had no idea what the Bloody Femmes were seeing. Dagger gave a dark chuckle.
“Foxy was off her bike and now leaping about in the road, screaming like a little bitch.
Those riding after her were dumping their bikes and repeating her actions.
Screams filled the air as shop owners and their customers all came outside.
Everyone was watching wide-eyed, and there were more than a few phones out, aimed at them.
Lantern sent me a shit-eating grin as she held her own out. No doubt this was live on the internet. I wondered what the Bloody Femmes National President would have to say about this embarrassing display and decided I couldn’t give a shit.
I leaned back against the building as two black and whites came around the corner, squeezing through stationary traffic, followed by a car I now recognised on sight.
Wylde—no, Hayden—swung out of his car and stood staring at the sight in front of him.
Traffic had been stopped, and people were out of their cars watching.
Hayden caught my gaze, and I shrugged and shook my head as if I didn’t know what was going on.
‘Time to make those bitches scream,’ Dagger whispered. Seconds later, Foxy let out a horror-filled shriek and began ripping her cut off. I watched, a little startled, as she tore her tank off and began trying to wriggle out of her leather riding pants.
“Hey!” Hayden bellowed as he began jogging forward, as people stared in disbelief.
In front of their audience, the Bloody Femmes all began ripping their clothes off.
The uniforms swapped gleeful glances before rushing into the fray.
Female customers began covering kids’ eyes and screaming at the Bloody Femmes while several men cheered at the impromptu strip show.
‘Get ready for the grand finale.’ Dagger cackled, and laughter rose in my mind.
As we watched, suddenly Foxy, whom Hayden was trying to control, whipped her hand back and belted him full in the face.
‘Opps, that wasn’t planned,’ Dagger said, amused.
“Oh, hell no,” I muttered and flew across the street and tackled Foxy, taking her down.
“Nobody hits my man,” I yelled and drove my fist into her face. Foxy’s head bounced off the road, and she began raking at me with her clawed hands. I struck her three more times, feeling her nose break, before I was hooked around the waist and yanked off.
“Calm down,” Hayden ordered in my ear, although he sounded very smug.
“Let me go, I’ll kill that piece of shit. Whatever she’s taking has made her whacked,” I shouted and struggled against him.
“Sapphire, stop fuckin’ struggling or I’ll be arrested for indecency myself,” Hayden warned, and I felt his cock pressing between my ass cheeks.
Holy crap. That thing was huge. The fight left me, and desire flooded my body instead. I have an experimental wriggle, and his cock twitched through his jeans. Shit, that had to be one of the biggest I’ve ever seen.
A small purr left me as I pressed back, and Hayden made a strangled sound. “Sapphire, you’ll get me suspended. There are kids around.”
Hayden was right, there were kids nearby, so I started to move away, and he hauled me back. “Just stand there and continue looking mad. That way, I’ve got an excuse to keep you close until this boner goes down.”
“Okay. It’s huge.” I whispered.
“Yeah, saying shit like that isn’t helping. Now he wants to make your acquaintance.”
My laughter peeled out as Dagger stopped whatever she’d been doing and the Bloody Femmes looked dazed.
Foxy was rolling around holding her nose, which I knew I’d broken.
Foxy and I had fought before, but this was the first time I’d broken her nose.
Smugness rushed through me as bike pipes roared, and my sisters began arriving.
“Looks like you’ve got your hands full arresting those bitches. Need some help?” I asked sweetly.
“Somehow I know you had something to do with this,” Hayden muttered in my ear.
“They’re going to run,” I said as one of the uniforms cuffed a BF bitch.
The Royal Harlots were creating a circle with several of the other shopkeepers, all stopping the Bloody Femmes from running.
“That must have been some bad shit they took,” a guy said, and Lantern nodded next to him.
“Stupid bitches. Drugs fuck with you… Mind you, this lot were brain dead to start with,” Lantern agreed.
Cheetah, the Bloody Femmes VP, growled at us as she got to her feet.
“Stay right there, bitch, you’re under arrest,” Lantern announced.
“Fuck you, pussy. You ain’t a cop,” Cheetah snapped and headed for her bike.
Hayden moved from behind me, his shirt untucked and covering his groin. “I’m a cop, and you’re under arrest,” he stated and slammed Cheetah around and cuffed her.
“Acquire pictures, Lantern. This goes on our wall of fame,” I shouted.
Several Bloody Femmes began cussing at me and struggling to get at me.
“Yeah, bitches, you’re internet famous and all for the wrong reasons!” I chuckled as more officers arrived and began cuffing them.
What a great day!