When she ended the call, I heaved a sigh.
“Lucifer?” Kitty sputtered. “Someone named their kid that?”
“Apparently her father wasn’t Catholic.” When that had her cackling, I grinned at her then hollered, “Raisin, Neev, get over here, please?”
The other women peered at me, but they did as I asked.
Raisin stared uneasily between us. “What’s wrong?”
“We’re going to be escorted onto an MC’s compound?—”
“OMG, that’s so fucking cool!” Neev pumped the air with both fists. “Kitty, you plan the best trips ever!”
“This wasn’t intentional,” Kitty sniped.
“First class, then a real-life showdown and?—”
“What kind of MC?” Raisin croaked, butting into a recount of this ‘epic’ weekend. Clearly, Neev needed to get out more. Or stay in more. I wasn’t sure which yet. “Are they dangerous?”
“I wish I could tell you that they weren’t, Raisin, but I’d be lying.”
Kitty shot me a dirty look before she attempted to comfort hersibling. “We’ve watchedMayans MC, Róisín.” Ouch. Big guns. “We’re not snitches. We’re cool.”
Neev twirled a strand of hair around her finger. “Damn straight we are. I wonder how easy it is to become a club girl.”
I cringed. “What about Miguel?”
“I wasn’t asking for myself. Raisin needs a good fuck.”
“NEEV!” the sister-in-need-of-a-good-fuck screeched, loud enough to startle a plagiary of mockingbirds from a nearby tree.
“It’s the truth.”
“You know what’s also the truth?” Raisin shoved her arm. “Me. Plucking both your eyes out, pickling them in vinegar, then packing them off to Miguel.”
Neev sniffed. “The truth stings.”
“Not as much as that goddamn vinegar will.”
“Imaginative, Raisin,” I praised. “I’ll be sure to add that to my arsenal.”
She shot me a horrified look. “I wasn’t being serious!”
“I was.”
Raisin, the least violent of the bunch, outright punched Neev in the shoulder, hard enough for her to yelp. “How dangerous are these fucking MC people, Stan?”
“How many episodes ofMayans MChave you watched?” I commented, my amusement impossible to hide.
“All of them,” they chimed in at once.
“They’re theSesame Streetversion. You don’t want to fuck around with the Hell’s Rebels.” The three of them stilled. Even intrepid Neev gulped. “So, stick with me. We’ll enter their compound, potentially have to stay over if the plane isn’t fixed by tonight, and then we’ll get out.”
“Can’t we hire a car?” Raisin rubbed her hands over her arms. “This is giving me the creeps.”
“You girls genuinely aren’t clued into what your brothers do, are you?”
Kitty sighed. “We steer clear of it.”
