Chapter Seven.
Nun
Kiki physically shoved me forward into her kitchen, fussing over me. I’d tried to escape, but the woman gave me some serious side-eye, and I behaved.
“I love your outfit; it’s adorable. That’s something I would have worn when I was younger,” Kiki enthused. Blue rolled his eyes and laughed as he put the kettle on.
I didn’t know if Kiki was making fun of me. I wore knee-high boots, fishnet stockings, leather shorts, a strappy criss-cross bra top, and my cut.
“Aunt Kiki would have worn that,” Blue commented in answer to my unasked question.
“You must be Nun; I’ve learned a lot about you from Blue,” Kiki stated, beaming at me.
“Don’t believe everything,” I replied with an awkward smile.
“Oh, you’re not badass or kickass?” Kiki teased.
“Well, yeah, I’m all that,” I responded, smiling.
“Or loyal, protective, strong, stubborn, kind, generous,” Kiki pressed. I felt a blush hitting my cheeks.
“You said all that?” I asked Blue.
“I told the truth. There’s nothing wrong with that,” Blue replied.
“That’s how you see me?” I was surprised. Blue just smiled.
“I run a D/S sex club,” I said, suddenly determined to make Kiki see something bad in me.
Her lips curved into a smile. “Are you attempting to shock me? I was a sex worker for a year.”
My jaw dropped, and I glanced between Blue and Kiki, trying to decide if they were joking with me.
“I lost my job and had a young Blue to raise. I did what was necessary. Blue knows about it. I hide nothing from him,” Kiki stated.
“Holy crap, I wanna be you when I grow up,” I murmured, whilst Kiki beamed at me.
“Now, what was wrong with Loretta? She appeared quite promising,” Kiki questioned.
“There’s a family called the Gerrits…” Blue began and broke off as Kiki clucked her tongue.
“I’m aware of who they are.”
“Well, Loretta belonged to them,” I said and explained what had happened. Kiki needed to know the truth.
As we climbed onto my bike—somehow, I’d ended up staying while they interviewed three other women—my phone beeped. I whipped it out and saw it was from one of the club’s day managers—Zena. It was an SOS, and I dialled immediately.
“Zena?”
“We’ve got bible-bashers here; there are around fifty, and they’ve stormed the estate. I’ve shut the club entrances, but they’re blocking people from getting to their cars, and they’re trying to take photographs of them. We have twenty clients here right now.”
“Okay, I’m on my way. Advise the clients to remain in the building. We’ll deal with this,” I replied. Blue swung up behind me, and I roared off.
I punched in Cyber’s number.
“Need you at the club; we’ve got multiple people trying to take pictures of the cars there to expose the clients,” I said.
“I’m on my way already; I saw them arrive through the security cameras. I’m five minutes away,” Cyber answered.
“Can you scramble them?”
“As soon as I’m in range, I can fuck up all electrical devices; that’s not a problem,” Cyber replied. I began breathing easier. All electrical devices responded to her. There wouldn’t even be a pixel remaining once Cyber had finished.
I raced along the road with Blue clinging to me and reached the lane leading to The Royal Lounge. I roared into the parking lot and saw the crowd.
Heads turned, and several began heading over. They waved banners and placards, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“Turn back! Save your soul! This is a den of iniquity,” voices cried.
Blue and I shoved past and threaded our way through the mass of people. Security moved as I reached the steps. Those chanting grew louder, and I waited, arms folded, staring at them.
“Whore! Jezebel. Slut!” they called, and I smirked.
“This is private property. You have five minutes to leave, and then I’ll call the police and make citizen arrests.”
“This is a whorehouse! It goes against God’s will!
This is a criminal enterprise. Only deviants visit here.
” The voice hit me hard. Trauma rushed through me, and I stiffened as my knees wobbled and my legs threatened to give out.
Blue reached out, sensing my emotions, and placed a calm hand on my shoulder.
I searched through the crowd and found her.
She looked no different from ten years ago.
The group kept chanting, demanding those inside to come out and face the shame. They were steadily whipping themselves into a frenzy, and security seemed tense. None of them were aware of the emotions I was experiencing.
I managed to pull myself together with difficulty. Blue kept his hand on me, offering me his strength.
“It’s fine. Lady Mildred has called the police. For now, protect the building. This is private property and her home,” I ordered.
“It’s a sex club,” my mother screamed, all religious fervour.
“It is a seventy-year-old woman’s house. You are terrorising her, and I won’t allow that.”
“What will you do?” Marion sneered as others backed her up. “You’re nothing but a criminal.”
“You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you?” I mocked as Marion Steeleman, aka my mother, stared at me. Her eyes showed no recognition, and she frowned. The crowd subsided a little.
“Don’t cast stones when you live in a greenhouse,” I taunted. “Your sister was an abusive fuck who is in prison for multiple charges. Isn’t that right?” I snapped back.
“That is none of your business. You’re the whore here, visiting a sex club. You should be on your knees paying for forgiveness,” Marion yelled.
“The last time I knelt for God, I was beaten until I couldn’t walk. Since it was your sister who did it, you’re not in a position to cast stones. You condoned the abuse of a child.”
The crowd became silent as Blue growled from behind me.
“Margaret?” my mother gasped, her eyes popping out of her head. She took in my attire, and her face set. Yup, no twinset and pearls for me.
“That cunt’s your mother? The one who sold a seven-year-old girl to a sadistic bitch who beat her for fifteen years?” Blue snarled.
“What is she talking about?” a protestor demanded. “How’s that linked to this den of sin?”
“Yes, Marion, explain why you’re a two-faced bitch who shouldn’t be here,” I taunted. If Marion were here, then… yup, there he stood, watching from the sidelines. Keith, my father. His eyes stared in horror, and he was as pale as fuck. Yeah, he’d recognised me even when Marion hadn’t.
Marion stammered and stuttered as people began asking what was going on. “You’re trying to distract us! You’re no daughter of mine!” Marion shrieked.
“Nope. Not since I had the court issue several lifelong restraining orders against you.”
Murmurs arose from the crowd.
“Liar!” Marion screamed. I grinned smugly.
“Dirty slut, how dare you cast aspersions on a respected church member?” a man shouted.
“Look up the Reverend Mother Mary Anges scandal; I’m sure you’ll all find it illuminating.” I taunted. “This is your last chance. This is someone’s private home, and you’re intruding. I will have you arrested,” I called.
“Liar! It’s a sex club.”
“You were warned.” I went and sat on the porch. A woman ran towards me, intent on harm, and I pulled my weapon and shot the ground in front of her.
The crowd froze and looked toward me.
“Problem?” I drawled.
“You fired at me!”
“I fired a warning at someone attempting to damage private property which belongs to me and is leased to a private tenant. You’ll find the law is on my side.”
Several police cars arrived, and some uniforms got out. An unmarked car pulled up behind them, and Detective Cassidy appeared.
“What’s going on here?” he demanded, approaching.
“I’m Father McKinney, and we came in peaceful protest against a sex club here. This whore opened fire on us and threatened my flock!” a man snapped.
“Wow, you were here the whole time and never uttered a word. What a damn coward you are, hiding beneath the skirts of women!” I sneered.
Blue snorted beside me, and Cassidy sent me a warning stare.
“You’ve no right to protest here. This is a private home,” Cassidy stated.
“What? That’s a lie! There is a scandalous den of iniquity lurking behind those doors!”
Those very doors opened, and Lady Mildred came out. She looked terrified and had curled in on herself.
“You’re the police? Thank the heavens. These people have been causing a scene and making threats for over an hour,” she said tremulously.
Blue got up, approached her, and drew her into his embrace. Lady Mildred let him hug her before Blue led her over to the swing.
“That slut fired a gun at me!” the woman screeched.
“I’m allowed to defend my property against trespassers. You were asked to leave and refused. I’m confident the camera footage will support everything I’ve said,” I replied smugly.
“Cameras?” Father McKinney gasped.
“Yes.” I folded my arms and stared at him.
“Perhaps we should…”
“Nope. I want them arrested for trespassing to start with. I’m sure you’ll find other violations when you review the footage. They were asked to leave several times; they refused. So, I’m pressing charges,” I snapped.
Cassidy glowered at me but motioned the uniforms to close in. I sat in the rocking chair and rocked back and forth as he slapped cuffs on my parents.
That was so satisfying.
Once I checked the grounds over with Cyber, who’d hidden unless needed, we reassured our clients that nothing would come of this.
Cyber had screwed anything electrical the bible-bashers had carried and had been amused at their narrow-mindedness.
Most took our word for it; they understood we didn’t mess around.
A couple were worried, but we asked them to trust us.
Several hours later, we began heading home. Blue and I followed Cyber, and we’d just passed the school when she stopped and parked up. I instantly followed her, wondering what she’d seen.
“He’s dealing,” Cyber murmured, nodding to a guy near an alley. I watched carefully, and then Blue stirred. Before I could grab him, Blue crossed the road and approached. His whole demeanour changed, taking my breath away. He looked around and moved closer.
Blue spoke to the dealer, and then they disappeared down a side street.