Killer walks closer in.
“I could do it,” He suggests rubbing the back of his neck.
“Say what?” I ask.
He rolls his eyes and walks to the vacant chair next to Snake,
“When I took her upstairs, she asked me to wait for her to sleep. She was thrashing and shit then woke up. Told me I could touch her then went back to sleep.”
The thought sends fury like nothing else to overcloud rational thought. Why I don’t care.
“She went back to sleep? That’s it?” The accusatory is full in my question.
His attention stays above Rounders head, refusing to look at me. He doesn’t answer. Just gets up to hide in the shadows.
Killer’s lying, something went down.
And he ain’t gonna tell me shit.
I can’t go beating his ass for it either.
He got the name Killer in the Navy at 19 and it’s not because of his blue eyes and killer looks as Chadley likes to believe.
The others are quiet. Thinking the same thought as me.
“What did Venus vote?” Bull’s deep rusty voice fills the room.
“A full member. Prospect and a paying job.” Rounder answers.
“Explain.” Storm demands.
Venus moves to the front. Giving the males a perfect view of her luscious ass snugged in painted-on black denim, and a blue vest showing the shape of her round tits.
I had it, tasted it and fucked it.
There was no connection between Venus and me besides a deep-rooted friendship, which didn’t mean we didn’t enjoy each other.
She’s one of the very few females patched in members of the club. She’s also our doctor and not just a medical doctor but our psychologist.
We all perk up to hear what the Doc has to say.
“She passed the ultimate test of the club so she deserves to be a member. If we bend the rules now because she’s a homeless girl, what does that say about us?”
“Tell them, babe.” Spade chortles.
The glares he receives from Storm and the Prez makes me wanna laugh. I could feel the blonde-haired soldier gulp.
Spade likes to mess around and is easy to be around but like Killer, his blue eyes and easy-going nature is just a mask.
He can snap a guy’s neck in less than ten seconds.
I’ve witnessed his murderous nature.
He was kicked out of the squad a year ago due to unstable mental behavior.
And branded too dangerous for missions.
At 29 he’s a retired USA veteran and a full-pledged contract sniper for the club.
We don’t believe he is unfit for work. We all know that he faked the whole thing to get off the squad.
It was his grandmas dying wish.
“As I was saying,” Venus continues, “She deserves to be a member, but that doesn’t mean we got to just hand it to her. Plus, I think psychologically a job and a purpose will be good for Beggar.”
“What’s your take on her mental state?” Storm asks.
She tucks a loose hair behind her ear, her well-shaped brows frown,
“I don’t think she’s unstable. More so than a lot of people in this room.” Her front faces the rest of us and her violet eyes find mine, and I hold her stare until she turns back to face the Prez.
“It’s obvious that she has some bad memories but I think it’s one memory.
Something triggers it and she has a panic attack. Which is totally normal considering her circumstances!”
“It’s only men she seems to have issues with. I think women are ok.” Storm voices.
“I noticed earlier when Zero commanded her, she instantly reacted,” Venus says.
“Like a switch. Could mean she’s submissive,” Killer walks out of his shadow.
“Or had a really fucked up experience with a man or men,” Knight suggests.
Which I got to admit makes sense.
“She was definitely raped or tortured somehow. And found a coping mechanism by suppressing her experience. I’m sure you all know what happens when you choose not to confront your past.” Venus says, turning to face the rest of us.
“It becomes a living breathing demon.” The soft words from Bull make me cringe.
If there’s anyone who could relate it’ll be him.
“Question is how do we help her?” Rounder asks the question I want to know.
“We can’t, she’s going to have to help herself. We could be there and offer her comfort and family but ultimately the only person who can help Beggar is herself.”
“Shit.” Storm mutters.
“How about forcing her to face her demons,” I ask before I could help myself.
“It could work, but getting her to do it, to talk about stuff is going to take trust. A lot of trusts. And a girl with a background like hers isn’t going to open her heart and soul to anyone.”
“Who said anything about having a choice?” I say.
“Let Zero and I train her for now,” Killer suggests, now standing right in front of the Prez, his teeth in his lip ring.
I don’t like the eager expression he doesn’t bother to suppress.
“She’s comfortable around Storm,” Venus interjects.
“Too comfortable, I’m a Sadist, and she’s submissive. I know what I’m doing,” Killer counters.
Venus purses her lips together eyes narrowing on Killer,
“I can’t tell you what to do. You gonna do what you wanna do anyway.”
“Thanks for the confidence, but the jealousy is really uncalled for.”
She fumes, “Beggar is a nice girl, she doesn’t need your dose of fucked-upness along with Zero’s.”
“Hey,” I warn standing up.
“Everyone sits the fuck down,” Rounder says and starts coughing.
“Zero can take the first day, alone. Then Killer. She needs the girls to make her feel welcome, don’t like the way you women sat away from her. She won’t feel welcome until then. So, do whatever you got to do, force them, I don’t give a shit, but by the end of today, I want that girl feeling welcomed. There’s enough dicks here for all of you to share.”
“That’s gonna be hard.” Texas explains, “Wisp ain’t feeling very welcoming to Miss Beggar.”
“Too fuckin’ bad. I might be sick but I’m still the fucking President, she better get fuckin’ welcoming fast or she’ll be pulling doubles this weekend.”
We talk about other club business and the murders.
Jade’s departure to Houston is a concern for the brothers ’cause her sister is still missing.
We discuss a few new contracts.
All the while I’m asking myself why the fuck ain’t I claiming Falon.
I said I would, but something is holding me back. And I know what it is. A pair of black dead eyes.