attention.”
“Fuck off, outlaw,” Chief Perez barked. Boots slid closer to the porch steps, her tan-colored uniform shirt pocked in sweat, “People around town said they saw a woman, about mid-twenties a few days ago, asking how to find this place. Ain’t seen her since. You wouldn’t be running human trafficking would you?”
His gaze shifted to watch Vengeance, Mercy and St. John’s bikes kick up dust along the main trail back to the highway. Full rucksacks strapped onto the back of their saddles showed they’d embarked on their twelve-hour trek to address the Vegas chapter’s betrayal.
“Where they headed?”
“To town for ice cream.”
“You think you’re so fucking smart, don’t you, outlaw? I’ll show you who’s smart,” she said as her thin index finger poked him in his rock-hard abdomen. “Now you got the feds sniffing around about those murders on the highway in Nevada.”
Feds, huh? Maybe she’s too dumb to realize she just let the cat out of the bag.
“Is that her?” Perez craned her body to the left and peered around Justice’s wide body. He spun around to see the curtains drop closed. She stepped onto the porch and meandered there while peering into each big bay window.
He chewed the inside of his cheek while contemplating a strategy to fade the heat. If Perez found any reason to enter the clubhouse, she’d sniff until discovering it all. “You want to talk to her? She’s just here looking for work.”
“Thanks, I’ll just pop in and have a chat,” Perez said while she took a step toward the door.
Justice’s buffed-up bicep slipped between her and the door, “I’ll have her step out so you girls can have privacy.”
Her balled fists jammed into narrow hips as she blasted a snort of hot air. “And how about taking that vulgar sign down before I have to make you.”
“Nope.” Justice walked over to run a finger across the big white sign with red lettering that read: Savage Souls Motorcycle Club – 1%’ers – Stay the Fuck Out – SFFS. “This is my property, and you’re about to be removed unless you can produce a search warrant from that fine, round ass of yours.” Fingers scraped across his square jaw as a sly grin appeared.
“Was that a sexual assault? I think I might have to arrest you for that assault, outlaw,” her voice raised but shook as she fumbled for her handcuffs.
Justice heard the door behind him, and jerked his head. Abigail smiled as she bounced onto the porch.
“Hi, looking for me?”
* * *
The grove of pine trees allowed both women shade and privacy—though neither doubted they were being monitored. Abigail struggled to keep it together as she felt her rail-thin body shiver amidst the Chief’s dispassionate glare.
Muddied blue eyes blinked as quick as her mind raced through scenarios. She’d delivered herself to the Savage Nation to get revenge on the bastards who murdered her son, but something gnawed at her.
“Honey, you got something you want to tell me?” Perez rubbed her hand up and down along Abigail’s upper arm.
She recoiled from the Chief’s touch. “No, I’m just here looking for work like Justice said.”
“I didn’t see you in town earlier, but you look nothing like the beautiful women people described days ago. What happen to you, drugs?”
Abigail folded her arms against her chest and bit on a jagged nail. “Ain’t never used that shit my whole life. Won’t do it now.
“Sorry, you just look like you been through hell and back.” Perez’s earlier attempt to act concerned faded as Abigail saw her true intentions surface. It was obvious she hated the Savage Souls—but so did she.
Abigail shuffled from one foot to the other. Her bare feet felt the prick of pine needles. She considered the Chief’s words, but fuck it—fuck her. An awkward jerk of emotion spilled, and Abigail pressed a fist against her lips. She’d buried her son over two months ago—no time to grieve, rage seethed instead.
Chapter 14
“I heard what you said, baby girl. I’m proud of you.” Justice brushed a ringed finger along her sharp jaw. Unwashed black hair fluttered over his calloused knuckles. He looked pleased by his latest acquisition. They’d walked into the kitchen toward the rear of the old B&B.
“Thank you, sir. I’m happy I pleased you,” Abigail’s words arrived robotic—void of humanity. Justice noticed the lack of passion. It was what drew him to her—fearlessness, or insanity.
“Baby girl, daddy’s going to take care of you tonight. Why don’t you go get into my tub and relax. I’ll get you