“How do you know all of this?” My sister, Stella, pops up and asks.
“Because, sister dear, I was one of the chosen entertainers in the private rooms where they’d conduct business.”
“So, you know about the prophecy and what it means as far as how it pertains to Cameron?” Charlee inquires.
I nod my head while simultaneously answering, “I do.”
“We need to bring this to the guys’ attention,” Cameron says as she stands up and heads inside the clubhouse.
“Looks like you’re gonna get your first taste of church,” Charlee informs me.
“The guys meeting? I thought women weren’t allowed in that sanctuary. At least, that’s the way it came across when Shamus explained things to me about club life,” I express.
“There are extenuating circumstances sometimes and we get called in,” Stella states. “It’s just easier if there’s privacy for these conversations. We’ve learned over time that just because something is said within these walls, it’s not always sacred amongst the hangarounds and bunnies.”
“Which is why I have no issues with putting those cunts in their places,” Charlee declares. “They need to learn about loyalty to those who are putting a fucking roof over their heads, clothes on their bodies and food in their stomachs. Bitches be crazy.”
As soon as the last word leaves her mouth, Cameron comes out and tells us, “We are being summoned to church.”
“All of us?” Stella questions.
“Yeah, all of us. In one way or another, this has affected us all and the guys decided that we need to know what we're up against and that I have a right to know about this damn prophecy that Jamie keeps spouting off about.”
“Sounds logical,” I express to them all.
“Just unheard of. Usually we’re not all allowed at once to enter the sanctum of the dick brigade,” Charlee snickers.
“Oh, lord, she’s been hitting the pot again,” Cameron giggles, rolling her eyes.
“Come on,” Stella says to me as she stands up and holds her hand out for mine. “The faster we get this done, the sooner we can make plans of our own.”
“Do I even wanna know what that statement is supposed to mean?” I ask her with a giggle escaping.
“The women have to stick together and have a game plan. When the guys get all growly and serious, it means we’re going to have eyes on us at all times. Get used to someone being stationed outside while you try to pee in privacy.”
“Is that all? I thought it was gonna be more serious than that,” I tease the three of them.
“What, do you know how embarrassing it is to tinkle while a brother can hear you from the other side of a slab of wood?” Stella gives me a horrified look as she asks me about this.
“Um, yeah, I do. I used to have a camping toilet inside of my cell. Everyone heard me taking care of business. It’s gonna take a lot more than that to cause my face to flame with embarrassment.”
“I fucking hate being censored,” Charlee complains as we make our way inside. Each one of us grab a kid out of a man’s arms as we pass them by.
Chapter Fifteen
Star
As we make our way into the room, Shamus finds his seat and calls me over to him. “I want my girls with me,” he says as he drags me down into his lap, placing a wispy, featherlike kiss on the nape of my neck before reaching over and giving Ella a dramatic smack on the cheek.
“Mr. Shamus, you drooled on me,” Ella giggles as she wipes her cheek on her shoulder.
“Princess Ella, you wound me,” Shamus dramatically says as he clutches his chest as if he’s in actual, physical pain.
“You’re silly, Mr. Shamus,” she loudly proclaims.
“And there you go, breaking my heart again, baby girl.” When Shamus says this, Ella for some reason finds that statement entertaining and begins a round of giggling, which has all the women, men and babies doing the same.
Once everyone settles down, Gunner gets serious and calls the men to order. “Star, you have some information that Cameron thought was prudent for you to share with all of us. Can you tell us all you know where it pertains to Jamie?”
I place Ella on the ground so that she can go and play with the little ones and clear my throat. I’m not stalling, I’m just trying to get my words right in my head and figure out the best place to begin before opening my mouth. “Where do you want me to begin? The first time I met Jamie, or the first time I overheard their conversations?”
“All we need to know is what information you were able to overhear,” Gunner states. “The rest of it you can share when and if you want to. But right now, we need to try and decipher what his next move may be. Any insightful information you have could help us figure him out and where his mindset may be.”
“Okay, as far as the prophecy goes, the one time I really remember them talking about it they were all high and drunk. They weren’t paying attention to us women who were there, but we weren’t considered a threat to them anyways since we all were bound to cages when we weren’t working.”
Shamus growls when I remind him of the way I once lived. He’s stated often that he’d love to serve Jeremiah some of the same sort of dish that he forced upon me. Meaning, he wants to build him a damn cage underneath the clubhouse and force him to piss, shit and eat only when they allow him to. It would be a fair trade, but I personally would rather rid him from this world
