Page 6 of Nun’s Prayer

“Nah. She deserves a family, and Wylde will give her a crazy assed one.” Belladonna grinned.

“A cop and an outlaw biker.” I shook my head. “Who the hell would have thought it?”

“Not me,” Dagger bitched as she sat down. “Cass, a beer,” she ordered.

Cass nodded, grabbed a bottle, and popped the top off.

“When do you get your results?” Sparrow asked him.

“Oh shit, yeah man, they’re due soon, ain’t they?” Belladonna turned to face him, interested in the answer too.

“Next week,” Cass answered.

“See Sapphire, she’s got plans for you if you pass,” Sparrow instructed him.

“Will do, Veep,” Cass replied.

I glanced around the clubhouse. “Where’s Blue?”

“He went to town,” Cass said.

“Okay.” I had an itch that needed scratching, but only Blue knew how to hit the right spot. I’d have to wait. Life sucked sometimes.

“Pigs in the house!” I yelled, seeing Cassidy, Wyle’s Detective partner, and Captain Hatton, their boss, enter.

“Fuckin’ reborn virgin at the bar,” Cassidy shot back. I scowled and then laughed. Okay, that was a good one.

“Wanna join my stable, Cassidy?” I asked.

“Hell no. Lady, I’ve heard about you. No way would I keep up,” Cassidy replied.

My sisters cheered. “The nun who’s anything but!” Sparrow yelled, and we all whooped.

Yeah. Fuck my old life. Who’d ever go back?

Chapter Two.

Nun

I ground my teeth as I listened to my club manager explain what she’d found. A client had beaten a submissive to pulp. Blue looked up from where he lay and lifted himself on one elbow.

“How bad is Rhines?”

“He’ll have scars and nightmares for life,” Teri replied. She was furious. “I pulled the footage. Nun, Rhines used the safe word constantly, and she didn’t stop until he was unconscious.”

“Okay. Send Rhines to the private clinic. It’s on our bill,” I responded. “Track her. I want to know if she’s done this previously.”

“How far back?” Teri asked.

“To the beginning. I’ll be in soon. Who was it?”

“Miss Moneybags herself. Clara Knight.”

“Thanks, Teri, start pulling that footage and checking it.” I hung up. “Blue…”

“I know, you gotta go. Need some help?”

I went to refuse and paused. Clara visited once a week. There’d be a lot of recordings.