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bet—if he’ll tell me. That might be considered privileged club business. I sent him a text to find out if we could hang out when I got off work.
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Walking up to the House of Commons, I noticed there was another building to the left that I hadn’t noticed before. The Commons was a cheap, thrown-together fabricated metal building. The kind you’d see sheds made out of. Dents and spray paint covered the front of it. It had definitely seen better days. But this place to the left, it was nice. White and tall, towering over the cheap metal building everyone referred to as the Commons. Its outer design was basic, nothing over the top. There weren’t many windows, which I thought was odd. I’d never seen anyone enter or exit the building.
“Hey, babe,” Troy called to me as I walked through the parking lot.
“What’s that building over there?”
He looked in the direction I’d pointed in. “That? It’s the House of Lords. That’s where we have church and hold all of our official club meetings. Why?”
“And you need a separate building just to talk in? What else is in there?”
“Nothin, babe. I told you. We use the Commons as a general place where everyone can come. All the hangers on, strippers, club whores and prospects.”
“And where do I fit in on that list? Club whore?”
He let out a deep, throaty laugh. “No, you’re not a club whore.”
“Then what am I?”
“Come on. Let’s grab a beer and head into my room.”
He grabbed a couple of long neck beer bottles leading me into his room.
“That bad, huh?”
“What are you talking about, babe?”
“You need alcohol to discuss the status of our relationship, if that’s what you want to call it.” I could see he was thinking about it, about us.
“Why are you here, Raven? You thought my club had something to do with those murders, you get pissed about girls being in my room, and now you wanna know what we are. I don’t get you.”
“I want to help you, Chaos. I believe you that you didn’t have anything to do with those murders, but the cops think otherwise. And I wasn’t pissed about girls being in your room. You got that all wrong. I was pissed because you were fucking other girls. And yes, I’d like to know where we stand, don’t you?”
“How are you going to help me? You’re a medical examiner, and I’m a criminal. A criminal that the cops believe is guilty of being a serial killer.”
“But that’s where you’re wrong. I’m not just a medical examiner. I work directly with the police—Matty, specifically. The one who’d love to have your nuts mounted on a plaque to hang on his wall.”
“I’m not following you, Raven. I don’t do the whole read between the lines bullshit. You gotta spell it out, I’m not a damned mind reader.”
“My idea was that you get me more access inside the club. Let me get a little closer to see what I can find out. I know most of what the police know, thanks to our good ole Sergeant. And if you get me close enough to some of the other MCs that have been involved, like the Chargers and the Warriors, I can see what I can find out by hanging out with their old ladies and watch them.”
He rubbed his temples for a minute, processing what I’d just said. “I don’t like that, babe. It could put you in danger, and I’d have to watch you. More than you’ve ever been watched in your entire life. If these assholes were capable of beating the hell out of full grown men and setting them on fire, imagine what they’d do to a chick like you? They’d rape and beat you before they tortured you and slit your throat.”
“If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that I can trust you. Chaos, I’d trust you with my life—you know that, don’t you?”
“And Princess, she’s just a warm hole to fuck, she doesn’t mean nothin’ to me.”
What? Did he just say that
§
Walking up to the House of Commons, I noticed there was another building to the left that I hadn’t noticed before. The Commons was a cheap, thrown-together fabricated metal building. The kind you’d see sheds made out of. Dents and spray paint covered the front of it. It had definitely seen better days. But this place to the left, it was nice. White and tall, towering over the cheap metal building everyone referred to as the Commons. Its outer design was basic, nothing over the top. There weren’t many windows, which I thought was odd. I’d never seen anyone enter or exit the building.
“Hey, babe,” Troy called to me as I walked through the parking lot.
“What’s that building over there?”
He looked in the direction I’d pointed in. “That? It’s the House of Lords. That’s where we have church and hold all of our official club meetings. Why?”
“And you need a separate building just to talk in? What else is in there?”
“Nothin, babe. I told you. We use the Commons as a general place where everyone can come. All the hangers on, strippers, club whores and prospects.”
“And where do I fit in on that list? Club whore?”
He let out a deep, throaty laugh. “No, you’re not a club whore.”
“Then what am I?”
“Come on. Let’s grab a beer and head into my room.”
He grabbed a couple of long neck beer bottles leading me into his room.
“That bad, huh?”
“What are you talking about, babe?”
“You need alcohol to discuss the status of our relationship, if that’s what you want to call it.” I could see he was thinking about it, about us.
“Why are you here, Raven? You thought my club had something to do with those murders, you get pissed about girls being in my room, and now you wanna know what we are. I don’t get you.”
“I want to help you, Chaos. I believe you that you didn’t have anything to do with those murders, but the cops think otherwise. And I wasn’t pissed about girls being in your room. You got that all wrong. I was pissed because you were fucking other girls. And yes, I’d like to know where we stand, don’t you?”
“How are you going to help me? You’re a medical examiner, and I’m a criminal. A criminal that the cops believe is guilty of being a serial killer.”
“But that’s where you’re wrong. I’m not just a medical examiner. I work directly with the police—Matty, specifically. The one who’d love to have your nuts mounted on a plaque to hang on his wall.”
“I’m not following you, Raven. I don’t do the whole read between the lines bullshit. You gotta spell it out, I’m not a damned mind reader.”
“My idea was that you get me more access inside the club. Let me get a little closer to see what I can find out. I know most of what the police know, thanks to our good ole Sergeant. And if you get me close enough to some of the other MCs that have been involved, like the Chargers and the Warriors, I can see what I can find out by hanging out with their old ladies and watch them.”
He rubbed his temples for a minute, processing what I’d just said. “I don’t like that, babe. It could put you in danger, and I’d have to watch you. More than you’ve ever been watched in your entire life. If these assholes were capable of beating the hell out of full grown men and setting them on fire, imagine what they’d do to a chick like you? They’d rape and beat you before they tortured you and slit your throat.”
“If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that I can trust you. Chaos, I’d trust you with my life—you know that, don’t you?”
“And Princess, she’s just a warm hole to fuck, she doesn’t mean nothin’ to me.”
What? Did he just say that
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