Voodoo Plantation (Havoc Predators MC, Baton Rouge #1)

1. Prologue

Prologue

Ma’dam Austeen

S itting on my rocking chair, I stare out the window overlooking the busy New Orleans street. Twisting a talisman in my hands, my heart aches at the loss of my lover, Monsieur Clovys.

I shut my eyes in annoyance as a throat clears from the doorway behind me.

“Excuse me, Ma’dam Austeen. I have news of the oracle.”

Looking over my shoulder, my heart races. I never thought this day would come.

The pitiful maiden speaks softly as if she does not want to upset me. Keeping her head bowed, eyes downcast, she curtsies in respect.

Rising to my feet slowly, I say with a heavy accent. “Speak, child. I have no time for your indecision. For what did you interrupt me?”

“Yes, ma’am. The sisters were consulting the scarabs. They have discovered the oracle. The Scorpion is coming.”

“Eskòpyon,” I whisper. Scorpion.

Rising to my feet, I reach the whisp of the girl and lay a hand on her arm. “You have done well, child.”

Removing my hand, the girl falls to the floor. Her sightless eyes looking on.

The Scorpion is the link, and preparations must be made.