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Hush dips his chin once, placing his scalpel back neatly into his toolbox, pulling out a small wooden baton instead.

“Rev?” Gallows turns his head slightly, eyes on Hush and Coyote.

“Yeah?”

“Free up Wednesday for last rites.”

“That’s five days away.”

“I got a lot of questions.”

I nod, not that Gallows notices. Tapping the table behind me with my knuckles, I move toward the door. I’ll be back on day five to hear their cries.

I jolt slightly as Jubilee slaps me on the back on my way past. Only the dark come in here to watch, the others prefer to get their dicks wet. I get it. Some of them had a near death experience. Ain't no better way to feel more alive than blowing your load into the waiting mouth, pussy or ass of a cut slut.

“Hey Rev?” I stop, hand on the door handle, gaze over my shoulder. “She ain’t too good for you, brother.”

Yeah, Prez, yeah she is.

Chapter Nine

Sunny

My eyes open slowly and it takes me at least two blinks to remember where I am. And then it hits me. I’m curled up in Revenant’s bed, surrounded by his leather and man scent. I roll onto my back, letting my arms flop out to my sides. I have no idea how long I was napping. It was daylight when I lay down, now it looks as though the light is fading. My stomach growls, letting me know that I haven’t eaten since breakfast, and that will not do. If I want to keep my curves I gotta eat. Rolling to the side, I push up and sit on the edge of the bed, grabbing my phone and waking it up to check the time. It’s close enough to dinner so I may as well head down and see what MC people like to eat.

Every now and then I think I should feel at least some level of fear, being here at the SOMC clubhouse, and yet I feel nothing but comfortable. I get that these guys are dangerous. I also get that they do illegal things, but I know at the very core of the SOMC, they are good men and women. Well, woman. Mercy is good. Dunno about the whores. Although being raised as a good pastor's daughter I should probably cut them some slack. I’m sure they’re nice ladies once you get to know them.

I shove my feet into my boots that I had shucked off earlier, and make my way to the door, throwing it open and almost shitting my pants when I come face to face with Mercy.

“I did not expect you to be standing there. Sorry for almost crapping myself.”

A slow smile grows on Mercy’s face. “You’re exactly as I remember you.” I look at her blankly, and she smiles wider. “I remember you when you were small. I went to your father’s sermons a couple of times before I shipped out. You were a lot younger then, but still the same. Opinionated. Fearless. I thought it was an odd mix for a pastor's daughter.”

“In my defence, my father hasn't always been a pastor. That’s what people forget. They just see a man of God. He served for a while. Messed him up big time but he’s good now,” I reply. It’s a little simplistic, but I’m sure Mercy can fill in the blanks.

“That explains your proficiency with a gun.”

“Even good girls need to know how to shoot,” I reply, stepping into the hall and closing Revenant’s door behind me.

“Yeah, but most good girls don’t shoot to kill. Most good girls would hit something or someone and burst into tears.”

“Well, those good girls are weenies.”

Mercy snorts and waves me to follow her. My stomach chooses that moment to make itself known again, so I’m appreciative when Mercy speeds up and leads me down the long hall. All the dark wooden doors are closed, but I can guess they all belong to the MC brothers. I count the doors until I get to the stairs. I don’t want to come up on my own and end up in the wrong room.

Making our way down the stairs, I glance at the pictures of the MC brothers lining the walls. There’s some pre-Revenant, where Gallows, Hush, Coyote and Brake look really young, and then others with older men, who I’m guessing have passed on since these photos were taken.

“Kitchen’s this way,” Mercy says over her shoulder and I hustle a little, trying to keep up with her longer legs.

She leads me through a side door to a commercial kitchen looking setup. I expected more of a farmhouse look, or something even more worn judging by the grungy looking common room, so I am pleasantly surprised.

“So you know, Monday to Thursday mom comes by to cook for the MC. Friday, Saturday and Sunday we’re on our own.” Mercy says, rummaging around in the fridge.

“I’m guessing those are orgy days?”

Mercy snorts, “Something like that.” She turns and assesses me with her cold gaze. “You gonna be OK with that?”

I shrug one shoulder. “As long as Revenant isn’t part of it, I don’t care.”