Page 26 of Nun’s Prayer

“If we had found a member of your family, we’d have taken them in and treated them with the care and consideration they’d be due. We aren’t the Bloody Femmes or the Bloody Scorpions. If Brielle comes here, we won’t hold today against you; we shall contact you in due course. Now, get the fuck out of my clubhouse—and you owe me restitution. I’ll inform you what form that will take,” I snarled.

Warden glowered, but I refused to tolerate his shit. With a sharp nod, he acknowledged my point. Like most, he’d underestimated me. Warden wouldn’t make that mistake again.

“Sapphire,” he began.

“Warden, you’ve done damage. I know you think most females are weaker than you, bar the ones in your club. You forgot what we are. The redeeming thing about you is that you do realise your fuck-ups and make amends. I also desire restitution for you having a nomad in my territory and not informing me. That’ll cost you a marker. I’ll consider what I want for the invasion of my turf with the intent to threaten us.”

For a moment, I wondered if Warden would retaliate. If he did, it would be war. But he acted correctly and bowed his head.

“You’re right. I’ll submit a report to Jameson and Duchess; it’s only fair they’re aware of the disrespect you’ve been shown.”

I waited until he reached the door.

“Warden,” I called. He turned around. “For the sake of Storm and Soul, don’t contact them. This remains between us. I’m sure we can find a resolution.”

Priest looked in our direction and stepped forward. “I’ll stay and offer my services. It will be penance,” he said.

I held Warden’s gaze. “That clears his restitution; I’ll think about yours.”

Warden nodded and spoke to Priest quietly before leaving. I smiled at Priest. “As it’s Nun you insulted so badly, it’s she who’s in charge of you.”

I got up and walked away. My man should be home soon.

Chapter Six.

Priest

Shit, I fucked up. I’d totally underestimated the Royal Harlots. Who the hell knew there’d be a second club with powers? This wasn’t good by a long shot. And they seemed stronger than my own club. Nun eyed me like I was public enemy number one; she’d no idea I actually was.

I tightened my mental shields. For Sapphire to have spoken directly into our minds meant she had a telepath here.

“Find him a bunk. Just a bunk, Blue,” Nun ordered. In other words, I was on her shit list.

Blue sent me a dark stare but led me away. I followed him down a corridor, and he opened a door. It wasn’t upstairs like the sisters; it was on the ground floor, where there was a lot of foot traffic and noise.

“This where you warn me off?” I asked Blue.

He scoffed. “I don’t need to. You’ve fucked everything up yourself. Thought because you wore an RBMC cut, it meant you were the shit. How’s that working out, asshole?”

“Thanks for the warm welcome.”

“You might think this is a joke. That woman has been through hell. You know nothing, but made judgments based on that. There is no way she’d ever push a child into prostitution. Those words wounded her. So, forgive me if I don’t have fuckin’ time for you, not when you hurt the person I love.”

Surprise raced through me at Blue’s vehemence. “You’re a club slut.”

“No. I’m part of the stable, but nobody touches me apart from Nun. I accept the property cut because I love her. Nun can’t handle that. She doesn’t think she deserves anything good. And you, asshole, undid everything in one afternoon that I’ve been working on for years. Congrats. I hope your fuckin’ cousin gives you a wide berth, because she is probably worthy of better,” Blue hissed in my face.

Christ, I was taking a beating today. I wondered what Blue would do if he were aware of who he actually was face to face with. What was the betting that he wouldn’t care? The man was beyond pissed and was barely keeping a civil tongue in his head. Even though I was in a different club, I was a patched-in member and deserved respect. Blue, no matter what his status, was a whore.

“Leave Nun the hell alone. Find your cousin and get lost.”

Blue turned and walked away. A nice, warm welcome. How was that?

Blue

I wanted to punch the smug expression off his face. Nun was hurting because of his accusations and actions, and I hated that. If I didn’t rein her in quickly, she’d spiral, and that was never good. Luckily, I wasn’t the only one aware of her moods; Belladonna was perched firmly by Nun’s side.

Nun once told me, when she’d been very drunk, that Belladonna saved her life. I didn’t pry or push, just let Nun tell me what she wanted. Out of all the sisters, Belladonna had the closest bond with Nun. When in a good mood, Belladonna would call her Little Nun, a nickname no one else dared to use. Nun was known to throw punches over that.