“And more like someone who has issues with the MC,” I finish. That’s the conclusion that Legs and I have come to as well.
We stop talking as Circus leads the bunnies in. We currently have six, not including Lil. They all stand there watching us in various states of curiosity.
“Alright, ladies, we have a question for you. It might sound odd, but I want you to think real hard before answering,” G begins. A couple of the girls frown in confusion, but none of them say anything, waiting for G to continue. “Have any of you noticed anything off lately? Or had anything strange, creepy, or weird happen that you wrote off as paranoia?”
“Even if it’s something small and insignificant, it might be important,” I add, thinking about Legs writing off the mug in her sink and the missing underwear because she assumed it was me.
They look at each other. Most of them shake their heads, except for Tina. “I went to visit my sister and nieces. We got a couple of cheap hotels and spent the weekend at the beach.” She swallows, rubbing her hands down her thighs.
“It’s alright, Tina, tell us the rest,” Capone urges.
“We spent most of our time in the water, but later, when we came out to get changed, I noticed my underwear was missing from my bag. My sister teased me, saying I must have just forgotten to pack it, and being a club girl, underwear is something I rarely have to worry about.” She flushes but shifts uncomfortably. “I know I packed it because I packed my favorite bra and panty set. But I let her convince me that I must have left them in the hotel.”
“I’m guessing you didn’t find them when you went back, though?” Which means they were taken from her bag.
She shakes her head. “Worse than that. I might have only been gone for the weekend, but I’m a woman, and that means we pack enough underwear to last a week.”
The rest of the girls nod like this is standard practice.
“Only, when I was looking for my missing set, I realized all my underwear was missing.”
I look at Havoc with a clenched jaw. This motherfucker is definitely following the club girls. This is too much of a coincidence.
“I don’t know if this counts, but I swear I felt like I was being watched when I went into town the other day,” Kiki adds, looking unsure. “I didn’t say anything because I felt stupid. I didn’t see anyone following me, not once, but I just couldn’t shake the feeling that there were eyes on me.”
“Alright ladies, I think until we know what’s going on, I’m going to need you to take extra precautions. If you can stay on-site, that would be great. If you need to leave, either do it in pairs or tell a brother so we can find someone to cover you. We only have so many prospects to go around, so try to keep that in mind. In the meantime, if anything else happens, I want you to report it to us immediately, or if you remember something else. It will help give us a clearer picture. Any questions?”
“Should I be worried about my sister and nieces? If someone is watching me, they’ll know about them,” Tina asks, biting her lip.
“We don’t have any reason to believe they’re in any danger. Don’t take this wrong, but your sister means nothing to the club, especially in the grand scheme of things,” Havoc states.
Capone sighs. “What he means is, a strike against your sister wouldn’t equal a strike against the MC, not that we wouldn’t be pissed. But club girls are different. The tattoo on your wrist means you’re under our protection, and if we fail to protect you, that tells people we fell down on our job.”
“Okay, I get it. I was just worried.” Tina shrinks in on herself.
“Tina, it’s okay. Of course, you’re worried about your sister. But to the best of our knowledge, your sister is safe. You said it yourself: it was only your stuff, right?”
She nods. “From the beach and my hotel room. It’s like they knew which was my stuff and which was Claire’s.”
I look sharply at G, who nods.
“Alright, girls, you may go. Don’t forget, though, if anything feels off, report it to one of us. I don’t care how big or small it seems.”
They all nod and agree before leaving. I lean over to G. “How the fuck would this asshole know which shit was Tina’s and which was her sister’s?”
“Maybe it’s just a simple process of elimination. If one of the hotel rooms had kid shit in it and one didn’t, it wouldn’t take much to figure out which one was which.”
Havoc groans. “I hope that’s all it is, because if not?—”
I cut him off. “Then this stalker knows Tina intimately, and chances are if he knows Tina that way, he knows Lil and Legs the same way.”
I grit my teeth at the thought.
“Wait, are you saying you think the stalker could be one of us?” Capone asks in shock.
“It wouldn’t be the first time one of the brothers turned on the club,” I point out. “Plus, I could identify Legs’s underwear easily.”
“Same with Amity,” G admits while Havoc nods.
