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understandable once in a while, raping the staff was a whole different damn story.  The rest of the club might not think it was that big of a deal but to Red, who worked with these women every day and had come to think of them as an extended family, it was a big damn deal. And Trainz would have known that, he would have known that hurting one of the girls would have been a fast way to get under Red’s skin. But he’d thought Red was dead, so either he was doing it out of vengeance, just to sully anything that Red had been associated with, or he was just that kind of guy. Red wouldn’t have thought Trainz would have been that kind of guy, but he didn’t know anymore, he also wouldn’t have thought he’d have been the kind of guy to try to murder another man without reason. Or with no reason Red could figure out.
    “Let’s get this shit settled with the Hellhounds and just keep a close watch on Trains and BillCo, then we can sort those fuckers out without having to worry about Hellhounds up our asses.”
    Donny-O agreed. It wasn’t going to be pleasant but it had to be done. They couldn’t be a unified family with people who were backstabbing and trying to get members killed. It was going to be hard on the group when they realized that they had some traitors in their core, but it was always better to cut out the dead part of the wound fast so that healing could begin.
    Now all he had to do was figure out what to do with Sidney until he got his shit together. 

Sidney stared at the bowl of soup. She was supposed to eat it and it’d make her feel better. The lady with the big hair told her so.
    She didn’t think the soup would make her feel better, she thought the soup might make her vomit.
    “Here, take some saltine crackers and dip them in it. You need to get that broth in you, I promise it’ll make you feel better. Maybe not whole again, maybe not yet, but it will make  you feel better.”
    She already felt a little better. The woman had taken all her clothes off and washed her down with warm rags that felt soothing against the skin and had then wrapped her in a big black beach towel with a skull and crossbones on it. It was nice not to be covered in blood and torn clothes. But she didn’t think she could eat the soup. The soup was pushing things just a little too far.
    “I killed that girl,” Sidney explained to the woman.
    “Good. Bitch probably deserved it.”
    Sidney looked at the cracker in her hand. No one deserved to die.
    “Look, what would have happened if you hadn’t killed her?”
    “She would have jumped on me and torn my throat out.”
    “Aren’t you glad that you stopped her?”
    “Stopping someone and killing them are two different things.”
    The woman threw her hands on her hips, “Lord help. What animal on God’s Earth doesn’t protect itself? Does the lion worry about who he upsets when the hyenas attack? Does killing the one that would have killed him make him lose sleep at night?”
    “We’re not animals.”
    A laugh burst out of the woman, “Who told you that nonsense? Even people who aren’t shifters are animals just like all the other living things here on Earth. Except insects, I’m convinced they’re aliens.”
    Sidney pondered the floating cracker again, before spooning it into her mouth. It’d probably be better to eat than it would be to talk. The broth soaked cracker tasted wonderful, and she found that she was hungry after all. She emptied the bowl and the woman placed a huge sandwich in front of her, Sidney grabbed her hand before she withdrew it. “What’s your name?”
    “Glory, I’m Red’s Ma.” Sidney knew that, she’d heard him call her ‘Ma’ when they’d come in. She didn’t look like a mother in her skin tight acid washed jeans and blowout hair, but she acted like one.
    “Thank you Glory.”
    “Pshh, I ain’t done nothin nobody else wouldn’t do. Plus I know it was you who saved my baby. That debt won’t be paid anytime soon.”
    Sidney