Page 8 of Nun’s Prayer

“We’re used to it; we don’t act on it,” Romeo replied.

Belladonna’s head snapped to Wylde. “Holy crap, you better ‘fess up.”

If I thought Sapphire was pissed before, it was nothing compared to now. “You too?”

Wylde shrugged. “Not as bad as them, but yeah, some people have had shit to say.”

“Look, none of us have cheated or stepped out of line. Honest, we haven’t.” Piston held his hands up, looking worried.

“It ain’t that, Piston. It’s the fact that you’ve been disrespected. You’re under our protection and ain’t pieces of meat. You’re not public property, and you’re not there for women to grope. Under our roof, you’re owed respect,” Sparrow said.

Blue laughed, and I caught his eye. “Respect? The only ones who show that are you guys. Everyone else treats us like whores. As long as you don’t, then we don’t care. Let them think what they want. It’s common knowledge that you click your fingers, and we sleep with you. That makes us weak because we bow to you. It also makes us desirable because other bitches assume they can command us the same way. They get nasty when we refuse to act the way they expect. We stick together and watch each other’s backs. We’re used to this.”

“You shouldn’t be. The disrespect you’ve been shown reflects on us. It stops now. Anyone other than one of us touches you, we want to know,” Sapphire declared.

“We’ll be bothering you all every five minutes,” Cass said.

“Then you do that, Cass; after the first few beatdowns, they’ll soon learn,” Dagger insisted.

“And as for you. We’re gonna talk,” Sapphire poked Wylde’s chest.

“Babe, you can’t beat the world up,” Wylde replied.

“Wanna fuckin’ bet?” Sapphire ground out.

“God, you make me horny,” he stated, and we all groaned.

I held Blue’s eyes, letting him see my anger that someone dared to touch him. Not even my sisters did now. Blue belonged to me and had for a long time.

He inclined his head, and I headed for the door with Blue following. I swung up onto my Harley, and Blue climbed up behind me.

“I mean it, Blue; if I find out you held back, I’ll kill a bitch,” I promised. Blue squeezed my waist in response, and I revved my hog and rode out.

A week later.

I glowered as Clara Knight waltzed into The Royal Lounge. The cunt considered herself top dog around here. But she was on my land, in my club, and was about to learn not to mess with me.

“Bring her in,” I ordered Teri. She nodded and walked out. I watched the cameras as Teri approached Clara and told her I wanted a private drink. Clara smirked and followed Teri to the back rooms with the offices. She entered mine, sauntered over to a chair, and sat down without invitation. Strike one.

“How are you tonight, Nun?” she asked as she smoothed her leather pants.

I glanced at Blue, who stood behind me, and Teri on the other side. “Disturbed,” I replied.

Clara raised an eyebrow. “That’s a shame. Is your submissive not doing it for you? You’ve had him a while; perhaps it’s time for a change. That or he needs further training.”

“I’m sorry?”

“For what?” Clara assumed I was saying sorry.

“Oh, I’m not apologising, Clara; I thought I’d misunderstood what you just said. Blue wears a property cut, which means he belongs to the Royal Harlots. Surely, you’re not trying to claim RHMC property; that would be a very foolish mistake.”

Clara picked up on my tone but ignored the warning. “It was merely an offer between friends.”

“Since when are we that? I operate an exclusive club, and you are a client. No more, no less.” Annoyance flashed through Clara’s eyes, but she inclined her head. Superiority crossed her face.

“You’re correct; we do run in different circles.”

“I run in one where rules mean something. You seem to disregard them.”