“Where’s his mom?” Victoria asks.
“Out of the picture,” I grunt, not wanting to think of what Emilia did to my son. What parent tries to drown their kid?
Nodding, she doesn’t ask anything else.
“We’re having church in an hour,” Stoney declares. “Got shit to go over and it seems we need to discuss some things. One being why your ol’ lady has a bounty on her head and by who.
“I know who put it out there and I know why,” Amaya says quietly without lifting her gaze to meet anyone else’s.
“You want to let us in on it, darlin’?” My Prez seems to be taking to Amaya. I don’t blame him Amaya isn’t like the other women here. Shit, she’s not even like Harley and she’d been the most timid of all of them.
Amaya slowly lifts her head and looks to my Prez then me and everyone else in the room. “They put the bounty out on me because I refuse to work with them. I won’t work for those who want to hurt others. I’m good at what I do and I can get into just about anywhere. If at first, I’m unable to I normally find another way in. They call me Cyber Reign, due to the fact I rule over the internet. Nothing goes on without me finding out, if I want to know. Well, for the most part, I should say. The people who want me, they want me so they can lock me away and keep their dirty little secrets from getting out. Seems certain people are getting too close for their comfort.” She stops speaking with her gaze locked on Nerd.
“The Supreme Masters?” he asks, to which she nods her head.
Shit.
“Do you know who these men are?” Tracker asks.
“Not all of them, but I know some of them and can easily figure out who the rest of them are,” Amaya says and goes on to shock the shit out of us all with her next words. “One man you may all know him as Mr. Travis Billington.”
The room goes completely silent at the name of a man we all have heard of considering the man is our mayor.
Meaning this shit just got real.
Chapter Fourteen
Amaya
Sitting on the couch, I stare at the TV blankly. It’s been hours since everything imploded this morning. I mean hours. The guys immediately decided to jump up and head straight into the room they hold church leaving all the women in the main room with a prospect on the door.
Isaac looked to me and told me I wasn’t to leave the room or try to go anywhere outside without him. I’d been officially put on lockdown. I shouldn’t be surprised because this is the type of man Isaac is. Nerd came out about two hours after they went into church asking to talk to me. He wanted to know if he could use my computer system on my laptop. I shrugged and offered to set the programming up on his so he can use it.
At this point I’m done. I don’t want to be in the business anymore. Not when it has men, like the one I named earlier.
While I’d been sitting in the main room of the clubhouse, each of the women introduced themselves and spoke to me. They were completely nice, and I thought it cool how two of them I knew by their reputation. I’d found it through the backdoors I’d go in. The hits they took out, oh those were interesting. There’d been an order taken out about a year ago and I remember seeing it within minutes of it going out and wiped it before anyone could contract it.
I believed in the work they were doing. Especially, Harlow. She’d been known as the Harpy.
The others chit-chatted and then some other women entered the room looking scantily clad in miniskirts and crop tops that barely covered them. Victoria and Harley explained to me they were clubwhores and I’d want to stay away from them.
I nodded since I had no problem with that scenario. I don’t want to be in any position where violence is an issue. This being said, I didn’t miss the glares the women kept shooting my way. One in particular kept her lip curled up in disgust.
My phone ringing draws my attention back to the now. Isaac brought me home, well, more or less his and Whip’s house, after leaving the clubhouse. He’s been in the other room with Lincoln playing with him and bonding while I’ve sat here staring at whatever show is playing on the TV.
Lifting my phone, I groan at the name displayed on the screen.
I sigh and hit the answer button. “Hello,” I murmur.
“You bitch. You think you can simply take off and I not find out about it?” Omar snarls through the phone. I’m not surprised he’s calling me, but I am about it taking him so many days.
“I don’t have to answer to you, Omar,” I mutter into the phone quietly not wanting Isaac to hear me.
“Bullshit, Amaya. You belong to me. Fuckin’ told you this. Emilia is livid you took off with her kid. She wants him back and you’re gonna give him to her,” Omar declares.
“I do not belong to you, Omar. I never did and you need to get it in your screwed up head I never will. I broke up with you nearly a year ago. Now leave me alone,” I mutter heatedly into the phone. If I could form lasers with my eyes, I would gladly face him and use the beams of the lasers to blind him. Get him to stop harassing me.
“Bitch, I own you and you better get it through your fuckin’ head. Now, you either get your ass back here or when I find you . . .” I don’t get to finish listening to the rest of what
