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“No, she won’t, and good for her. Don’t fret, Marion, you still have Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum here. Come near me, harass, or contact me again, and I’ll have you thrown in jail. Those injunctions were for life, and you’ve breached them several times now. That’s all the evidence I need,” I warned and walked away. “I never want to see you again. And if you sent that serial killer after me, call him off because my club will end his sorry existence.”

“Murderer? What are you on about? Hey, come back here!” Marion yelled.

I didn’t listen and kept walking. I was finished! They could stay away, including Edith. It was too little, too late. Hopefully, she’d protect her kids, but who knew? Edith hadn’t ever been a sister to me.

Priest

Outlaw walked down the road, showing no concern for the world. She’d no idea she was being watched. There was a slight limp from where I’d shot her in the hip. She pushed an elderly woman aside, causing the poor soul to stumble and almost fall.

I shook my head as Outlaw continued and didn’t glance back. Yup, if a bitch needed putting down, it was her.

I followed as Outlaw headed down an alley and knocked on a door. This was one of the Bloody Femmes’ collection sites. The illegal money they earned came here and was then filtered through various laundering businesses. I watched Outlaw enter and waited until the door was shutting before darting down the side street. I forced the door open and stepped inside, weapon held firm in each hand.

It was a small back room belonging to a shop, with just one entrance. A single light bulb dangled from a cord, and three women sat at a table counting notes. Around six duffel bags were in front of them, filled with cash.

Outlaw spun and paled. I wore all black and a balaclava. I didn’t want the witnesses to identify me.

“You’ve signed your death warrant,” she spat.

“Váyanse ahora, (Leave now.) I ordered the women. They looked fearfully at Outlaw, who snarled.

“Dije que te vayas ahora. No necesitas presenciar est. (I said, leave now. You don’t need to witness this.)” I fired a shot into the floor, and they got up and fled.

“You’re going to die,” Outlaw hissed.

“Bitch, you’ve been living on borrowed time. Shouldn’t have gone after my cousin,” I replied.

She frowned, recognising my voice.

“Priest? You son of a bitch.” Those were the last words Outlaw said.

My bullet took her through the head.

Staring around the place, I picked up the duffels of money and carried them to the door. Before leaving, I turned back and flicked a match at the notes stained with Outlaw’s blood. Throwing a generous amount of accelerant to ensure the room went up, I walked away, taking the bags with me.

I’d let shit settle, and then deliver a bag to each of the women who’d been forced to work there. There’d be enough for them to start over elsewhere.

The other three bags were going into Brielle’s bank account. Compensation for what they tried to do to her. That was fair to me. I dumped my stolen car, set it on fire, and got into another and drove away before repeating my actions. I walked a mile down the road, climbed into my SUV, and returned to Portsmouth.

Brielle might never know, but I’d sleep a lot easier.

Nun

“Sapphire, I need to ride,” I said, entering her office. “Vengeance, Birdie, and Rose will come.”

Sapphire pursed her lips before nodding. “All of you, prepare your weapons and be vigilant. This asshole is out there, and he’s still sending gifts.”

“Okay.” I walked out and fist-punched the air.

“Prez ordered everyone to arm up, and then we can go.” I grinned happily.

Minutes later we were on the road, and I revelled in the wind in my face and the monster between my legs. We headed out of town toward Wolfeboro; we’d stop at the resort, grab lunch, and come back.

As we turned onto State Highway Route 11, an SUV came roaring out of the entrance ramp and scattered us. I screamed as Birdie slid into Rose, and they both lay down their bikes as the truck thundered towards Vengeance and me. We both skidded onto the shoulder, and Vengeance crashed hard. Behind us, cars squealed to a stop to avoid hitting us.

My Hog landed on me, and I thanked God I had a helmet and leathers on. I lay there dazed, pushed up against the barrier. I slowly glanced over and saw Vengeance trapped under her bike, and she was unconscious. In agony, I reached up to take my phone out and let my arm drop. It hurt too much. Blood dripped into my eyes, and I blinked as a pair of jean-clad legs approached.

“Time to repent, bitch,” a voice growled, and a dark laugh accompanied it.