Then I called Whisker. “Need you and Biscuit at Charli’s. Room four,” I said. “Got the bitch who stabbed me.”
“Bitch?”
“Yeah.”
“Did she get you again?” he asked.
“Not this time.”
“Be right there.”
“Whisker’s on his way,” I told Bean.
He nodded and studied the scene. “Probably should’ve told him we’ve got a body to deal with.”
“It’s not going anywhere before he gets here.”
Bean shrugged. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
Whisker and Biscuit arrived minutes later. “Fucking hell,” Whisker said when he saw Hugh. “What do we know?”
“She met him at Liquid Anarchy, and they had a few drinks before they came back to his room. I figured out who she was minutes after they left. Found him like that when I got here.”
“Do we know anything about her or him? Names?”
“His name is Hugh French. He’s been a guest at Charli’s before. Don’t know anything about her.”
“What’s your name?” Biscuit asked.
She didn’t respond, only stared at me.
“Can she talk?” Biscuit asked.
“Yeah,” I said while she shook her head and continued staring at me.
“Why is she staring at you like that?” Whisker asked.
“I don’t know.”
“You told her you’d break her jaw if she made any noise,” Bean pointed out.
The girl kept her eyes trained on me as she nodded in agreement.
“He’s the president, and he’s the vice president. If either asks you a question, answer it,” I told her.
“Name,” Whisker demanded.
“Kalani.” Then she floored us all with her next words. “I’d like to see Coochie.”
EIGHT
KALANI
Holy fuck! I did the only thing I could think of to try to save my ass and asked for Birdie’s friend. “I’d like to see Coochie.”
The bikers exchanged looks, as if communicating silently, before the vice president walked away from the group.
“Okay,” the president said. “You can see him.”
