Wrath (Heartlands Motorcycle Club #7) - Dani Wyatt Page 0,28

let them know Kristina was my woman now and as things go, once that’s established, she’s part of the fold and the ladies all gave me some shit but took Kristina under their hen wings and shooed me away, which is exactly what I needed.

“Wha’ts up, Chaplain?” Chain looks up from his coke, and Jaxon, Gage and Ranger wait for my answer.

“I need you guys on my back tonight. I’ve got some business across the street.”

Jaxon’s our club enforcer and he’s always there for us, but he’s smart and always wants whatever background he can get because it helps in any conflict. “The church? What the fuck are we going to do at the church?”

“You guys have rival sermons going?” Gage chimes in.

“Just need to set some things straight. Shouldn’t be any push back. I just want to make it clear I’m not fucking around and things are as they are. No negotiation.”

“I’m in.” Chain finishes his coke. “Need to stretch my legs and move around. Meadow has been feeding me so much I’m going to need gastric bypass if I’m not careful.”

They’re all on their feet following me out the door and straight to the double doors of the church.

We march down the hall and I can almost hear the walls screaming, wondering what a group like us is doing in a divine place like this.

What I didn’t tell Kristina, is I’ve got some leverage on junior. When he came on the scene, I smelled his shit and it didn’t take long for me and a couple of the guys to do some inquiries and follow his ass until we turned up some less than godly activities.

Always good to go into the game with a trump card in your hand.

As we come around the corner toward the office, we run smack into junior and Kristina’s father.

“What are you doing in here? You can’t be in here!” Her father furrows his brows and I put up my hands.

“Just here to have a chat.”

“Call the sheriff.” Junior barks at Leonard, and he starts to reach in his jacket but Jaxon steps forward and brushes his hands down his shoulders, shaking his head.

“Let’s not.” His voice is gravely and deep, and he stands a couple inches in front of her father not giving him any space.

Chain and Gage step around me to stand facing junior, one of them at each shoulder, and I clear my throat ready to get this shit show on the road.

“Let’s see. Maybe we should call the cops.” I run my hand down my face and grip my chin, narrowing my eyes at junior. “I think we may have some information that would interest them.”

“I don’t know what this is about, but you are on private property.” Junior is trying to keep his balls attached, but I’m about to lop them off with a dull, rusty knife.

“Look.” I scratch my nose, my patience thin. “I’m going to talk. You’re going to listen. You know a couple ladies by the names of Vivienne and Mona?”

His eyes shift and widen.

“Yeah, you do. See, we know them too. Only, they like us. Not so much you.”

“What are they talking about? Who are Vivienne and Mona?” Kristina’s father asks, his head turning from Jaxon, then to junior, then to me and finally back to Jaxon.

I run my hand down junior’s tie and flip the end of it up and down a few times, then fill in the blanks. “They are...ladies who provide services. Services, unfortunately, state law doesn’t view as legal. Now you gotta understand, to me, I don’t care. But, they are also friends of ours. See, the day of the fire, when you were there...your phone alarm went off. Seems you lost track of time, you were having so much fun dressing them up like little girls. Well, shall we say, if your fantasy were a reality you’d be doing hard time. See, Mona came into the bar that night. Saw the fire. Saw you going into the building. Thought the timing was interesting so we all put our heads together and guess what we came up with?”

He stands mute, which, as stupid as he is, is a smart move.

“Yeah. So, the other thing? Mona and Vivienne? See, they’re smart girls. They sent me this...” I pull out my phone, tap the screen a couple times and a video starts playing.

It’s got junior there, playing pedo-daddy with Mona. Smacking her around a little which he pays for, but it goes