operated now. While they didn't directly include women in their dealings, they would use them to do certain types of surveillance or information mining. Especially if the women had an in at a spa or school or women's group where chicks would talk shit about their men, which would, in turn, give the wives something to bring back to their husbands, little tidbits of information they might not be able to get otherwise. Like if someone's husband is fucking his maid, if there was some secret vacation house in the west or something. You never knew what could be useful. And we'd come across a few women who sat around in higher crime areas, clearly listening for any information they could relay back to their more recognizable husbands.
So it wasn't outside the realm of possibilities that Harmon had a connection to some group that decided she would be useful to suss out information about us.
It was suspect that she would be a single woman with no car who willingly moved next to an outlaw biker clubhouse Not all MCs had morals. Some didn't give a fuck about hurting women. You didn't know. Unless, of course, you did. You came prepared with that knowledge . Because you came here on purpose.
Maybe that was paranoia speaking, but we had endured more than our fair share of trouble in setting up our hustle. We didn't want to run into any other issues because we weren't being careful enough.
That being said, as soon as I opened up one of her videos, I forgot all about actually looking into her connections. I could suddenly see how she made a living from streaming herself playing her games.
Sure, it didn't hurt that she was beautiful, that she usually came to her desk with her makeup done—lips red, eyes dramatic, hair styled. But it was more than that. She had a tendency toward inventive cursing, since, I imagined, the advertisers would pull their ads if they found her language inappropriate. She was also sharp, having quick and scathing, yet hilarious, comebacks to whoever was razzing her in the game.
On top of her ad revenue, she also had something set up that she linked below her videos where people could pay her for more access. Personal videos, chats, even one-on-one gaming. Each level cost more and more money. Patronage-Only.
After six or seven videos, I found myself scrolling through that patron side, considering leveling up. When I didn't fucking play video games. At least not anymore. Life was too busy. I found other ways to play that were more satisfying. Namely the kind of play with another person of the opposite sex.
According to her account, she had a thousand monthly patrons. Which, even if they only paid the lowest level of five bucks, meant an added income of five grand each month. That was nothing to sneeze at.
And, really, if she was mobbed up, why would she need to get so inventive to make a living?
"Pretty chicks with a side hustle can still be the enemy," McCoy's voice declared, making me turn to find him standing in my doorway, shaking his head at me.
"I realize that," I agreed.
"Did you even check out her social media?"
"Heading there now. I think it's a long shot though."
"Come on, Huck. It's suspect. She's got a car phobia, but moved out here where she would need a car. It's just suspect. Worth a deeper dive than Remy did. Just in case. I don't feel like getting another tooth knocked out because we weren't as prepared as we could have been."
As a whole, morale had been decent. I mean, considering we were all walking around with part of us aching that had never bothered us before.
It had been a hell of a year since we'd slipped on our cuts, and got this chapter going. I had to understand if the men wanted a couple months that didn't involve bloodshed and bruises. They'd certainly earned it.
"We will deal with our guest later tonight. Then we will have a little break," I assured him.
Of course, as it would turn out, I was just talking out of my ass when I said that.
Because life had other plans for us.
And, it seemed, Harmon.
Chapter Three
Harmon
Patrick was up to his old tricks again, it seemed.
The one thing they didn't really say about joining the gaming community, being one of the few girls toward the top of the gaming channels, was that people would feel like they owned you.
I'd been prepared for the