After the revelation about who my father actually was, Bull had dug through boxes stored at his house and given me Damien’s things. The two most interesting items was a gold money clip and a letter addressed to me, yellow with age.
While I still haven’t worked myself up to opening the letter, I immediately started using the money clip and appreciated it when Everly went out to buy a frame for the picture of Thunder, Bull, Damien, Gravedigger, and my pre-teen self.
As the woman continues her path through the room, I see Frost emerging from the bathroom and let out a piercing whistle, getting his, and every other King’s attention.
I hold his gaze until the people around me turn back to their conversation, then I motion to him to stop the woman.
Bull’s hand clamps down on my shoulder just as I see Frost taking a few steps so he’ll be in line to intercept the lady. Thunder is crossing from the corner he was sitting in to act as backup as I’m too far away.
“What’s going on?” Bull asks.
I keep my eyes on the red-head, making sure she doesn’t get away, as Bull repeats his question.
“There’s a woman, she’s a pro. She’s walking through lifting people’s wallets,” I answer him, and feel it when he starts patting down his own pockets. “That red-head there, just a few feet from Frost.”
“Damn it,” he growls. “My wallet’s gone.”
“Yeah, she hit me too.”
Besides feeling violated, I look at the people in the room. I recognize a lot of faces, even the ones who no longer live around here—all enjoying one last night out after being back for the holidays, I’m sure. My rage starts to bubble up that anyone could so easily work a room like this.
Wait, what did I just say? Frost will need a diversion. “Bull, hit me. Be loud. Right now.”
“What the fuck?” Bulls voice starts out low, but he seems to understand by the time he gets to ‘fuck’, yelling that loud enough for those around us to hear. We definitely have everyone’s attention by the time I’m falling backwards.
It would have been nice if he had pulled the punch just a little bit.
But it served its purpose, I think, watching Frost and Thunder escorting the woman out of the side door.
Margo and Everly, completely unaware of what’s going on, are suddenly between us. Ev has my arm and is pulling me towardthe front door even as the bartending is yelling at us to get the hell out of here.
A path opens up, easing our exit as our women pepper us with questions on the way out, I just keep moving.
Pulling my hand out of Everly’s once we’re outside, I circle the building until I see Thunder and beyond him, Frost has his hand over the red-head’s mouth, holding her in the shadows.
“What’s going on?” Thunder asks me.
“I’d like to know that, also,” Margo snaps from a few feet behind us.
“Check her purse,” I say, coming to a stop long enough that Everly holds the flashlight on her phone up to see how much damage Bull did.
The light nearly blinds me, so I gently take her wrist and assure her I’m alright.
“Motherfucker,” Thunder growls, looking in the purse before reaching in and pulling out my new accessory. “Here.”
He tosses it to me and I, for one, make a mental note not to go out with this much cash again.
“What are we going to with her?” Frost asks, looking at Bull as.
“Well, first we need to return all those wallets,” Everly says, drawing the woman’s glare from me for the first time since I’ve been out here.
“Get her out of here,” Bull decides, nodding to Frost. “Babe, can you and Everly check for IDs and return as many of the wallets as you can?”
“On it,” Margo replies, reaching for the purse after Bull has pulled his out of it.
“Try not to get arrested,” he helpfully adds.
“Whoa!” Frost yells out in surprise. “It’s just bad manners to bite people, lady. Thunder, you got any zip ties?”
