Page 46 of Nun’s Prayer

“He won’t be driving out of here,” Sitch declared, hurrying over. Sparrow was already typing on her phone.

“Don’t clean up there,” Priest said, pointing. “I hit Outlaw twice. Her blood splatter is up there.”

I immediately realised what he was saying. We could frame her for these deaths.

“I’m going to have to clean down here,” Maid muttered, looking around.

“Yeah. I came in from that direction,” Priest pointed as Stitch ripped his tee open and stopped the bleeding.

“I need to get him back to the clubhouse now,” she exclaimed.

“Fume and Jazz are coming.”

“Not got time. Nun, drive us back.” I nodded as we helped Priest to his feet and into the SUV. He passed out as we got there.

“Let’s ride,” Stitch said, getting into the rear seat. I didn’t say anything but drove off.

Chapter Ten.

Nun

Between us, we wrangled Priest into the clubhouse, but he was leaking blood again. Stitch didn’t even bother trying to get him into her small clinic; she laid him down on the nearest sofa and began cutting his clothes off. Stitch quickly examined his ankle and then ignored it. The knife wound in his stomach was ugly and jagged.

Stitch closed her eyes and held her hands over it. “He’s got internal damage. It’s severe. I can only heal him so far before I’m drained, and I have another client this week. I’ll get Priest to the point where he’s safe and won’t die, but his body will have to do the rest. Even so, he’ll recover quicker than usual.”

“Thanks, sister,” I replied, squeezing her shoulder.

Stitch nodded as Blue came over. He noticed Priest and winced before wrapping his arms around me. Without a conscious thought, I rested my head on Blue’s chest and clung to him. I’d no idea what was wrong with me; I wasn’t a clingy person, but somehow these two men were tearing down walls. Blue stroked my back in reassuring circles as we watched Stitch do her shit.

“He’ll be fine,” Blue responded.

“You need to be careful; everyone does. The Bloody Femmes are making moves, and they’re too scared to hit us directly. They’re going after people associated with our group,” I whispered.

“If they come for me, they’ll regret it. I won’t hesitate because they’re women,” Blue replied, and I squeezed him tighter as a reply. No further words were necessary.

Wylde

“Hey, those baggies we picked up from that dealer. They’re a match to that bad batch,” Cassidy stated, entering the office.

“The lab certain?”

“One hundred per cent. We need to know who his supplier is,” Cassidy continued.

“Let’s go visit him and see if he remembers anything,” I said, getting up and grabbing my sports jacket.

“Where are you two going?” Hatton inquired.

“The dealer, the latest victim. His drugs are poison,” Cassidy explained.

“Are these tablets similar to the ones the five teenagers who died took?” Hatton straightened.

“Yes. The asshole was selling a dodgy batch. Whoever beat the hell out of him probably saved some lives. The lab said anyone who consumed one would have been lucky to have lived,” Cassidy responded.

“Go fuckin’ arrest him,” Hatton ordered. “He might not remember who attacked him, but I’m sure he remembers his dealer. Get that fucker off the streets!”

“On it, Capt.,” I replied and followed Cassidy out. As I hit the bullpen, I saw Sapphire approaching. I smiled as heads turned to follow my woman. Fuck, she was beautiful. Sapphire reached me, kissed me, and handed me a bag.

“You forgot lunch,” she stated, slapped my ass, and sauntered back out. I began laughing. The sheer audacity of that woman.