Olivia looks at her in horror. “Oh my… I know what song you’re talking about,” she whispers.
I can’t help but laugh at the look on their faces. Then it dawns on me what song they are talking about. “Oh… you mean this one?!” I grab my phone and search for the song. In seconds, the song is playing through my phone’s speakers.
“Yes!” Sophie says loudly.
“Oh no, not again,” Olivia groans.
They both grab some tequila from our selection of booze and pour some shots for themselves. I have to say that I’m impressed because they don’t even bother with chasers or salt and lime. My kind of women.
Lily and Sasha start singing along to the music as it plays over and over. It’s pretty accurate enough to say that we are drunk; otherwise I don’t think that a room full of grown women would be belting out “Baby Shark” at the top of their lungs. A couple tequila shots later, Olivia and Sophie join in.
We are loud. I know that, but not one of us seems to care. The bottle of tequila is being passed around while we sing the song over and over again.
Then the door bursts open, and we are startled to find a bunch of brothers in the doorway trying to hide their laughter but, lets be honest, the sight of us singing this silly song is enough to make them burst into laughter.
“Oh god, I needed that,” Camilla says through tears as we finally stop singing and pause the music.
I nod my head and lean against her shoulder. “Me too.”
We move the girls’ night into the main room of the club and start having drinks with the men since the kids have long since went to bed. The men don’t have too many drinks since it was well known that this was the women’s night to let loose, so the men had to wake up with their kids in the morning.
I happily get drunk with the women as we laugh and let loose knowing that our men are there to keep us safe.
Chapter Twenty
Pyro
I wake up the next morning and head out to get Krista some hangover food. It’s almost noon and she’s still passed out, only waking up to take some pain killers and water. I decide to get her what helps me through my hangovers.
I doubt that Krista will leave the bed much today. I think most of the women will be nursing hangovers because, wow, I have never seen any of them that drunk before! But they needed it, and we brothers could see that they needed it.
We couldn’t help but look when they began singing that ridiculous song. The carefree look on all their faces was worth it though. Seeing Camilla laugh and smile for the first time since we brought her back made everyone’s night.
I get back to the club with a bunch of greasy food for the three of us, and Gatorade and coffee for Krista. I head into my room, and Krista is over the toilet vomiting.
When she comes out of the bathroom, she smells the food and stills. “Give me that coffee. Hopefully I won’t throw it up. I don’t remember getting drunk like that before. At least, I don’t remember ever puking the next day,” she says before taking a small sip of coffee, probably to see if it’s going to make her sick.
Once she feels like she isn’t going to be sick, we all sit and eat.
Before any of us can speak, there is a knock at the door. “Brothers. Church, now,” a voice says loudly from the other side of the door.
Bullet and I get up and give Krista a quick kiss before leaving.
We head into Church. Every brother is there.
“Tech pulled the information on Brent Manns last night. This morning, we were able to get a couple pictures of him. Tech believes that he found his connection to the Devil’s Souls,” Prez says.
Tech pulls a file out and throws it on the table.
“Brent Manns is the missing Vicious Snake we have been hunting,” he says in a growl.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Damien asks grabbing the folder.
“Brent Manns is also known as Cutter,” Tech spits out venomously.
There is a bunch of shocked faces around the table.
Holy shit, the betraying brother is also Camilla’s ex-boyfriend. Why did we not bother to ask any more details on her kidnapping? As hard as it was for her to explain, she had the key to finding him all along.
“It seems that he has been hanging around Camilla’s family asking if they have seen or heard from her. He’s acting like a concerned, heartbroken boyfriend. The men he is working with don’t seem to know that it was us who took the women and the boss from that warehouse. Pretty fucking stupid if you ask me. They have been trying to search clubs to find them. They think that we have the women hiding in some sort of secret location,” Tech adds.
The picture reveals Cutter. His tattoos are covered, and he isn’t wearing any cut, but it’s definitely him. His arm is around a grinning Camilla . “This was taken off her social media before she disappeared. There are a lot of posts of a distraught boyfriend looking for the love of his life,” he says with a roll of his eyes.
“This guy is a real piece of work. He’s
