Chapter 172: Questions

Oh, I’ve got questions, sweet girl. Hell, all the women of the club have questions. And a severe sense of jealousy. Especially if they know what they’re doing with that equipment. - Dom

Werewolf chuckled at Dom’s response. Only that woman could tell all three presidents, “Not really,” and they would accept it as an answer. She then added in the comment about the Brotherhood and the skin trade. He shook his head in warning. Why, he was not sure. She would do what she wanted.

“Care to elaborate?” Trigg asked again.

The woman smirked as she looked up from her hands, she continued to clean out from under her nails with the large knife. With a hint of amusement in her voice she replied, “Not really.”

“I hate you,” Trigg told her.

Shrugging, Dom replied, “Yeah, I know.”

Werewolf chuckled again. That woman was going to smart off to the wrong person, and she was going to find herself on the wrong end of the kill order. She knows this and does not care. Dom told him last night that she was pretty sure that she had just put herself on a radar that not even the company can save her from.

Every assassin knows that at some point, they will have a reckoning. They will have to answer for all the lives that they had taken. Dom was certain that hers would be amplified due to her techniques. Along with her love of torturing people.

She had survived previous contracts on her life. Out lived two assassins sent to kill her. Responded to a request only to slit the man’s throat and collect the money that was being offered for her capture. But she had been in the game for more than thirty years and was old enough for an AARP card. Time was bound to catch up with her.

Trigg turned back to the three men and their woman who stood before him and the other officers. “Are you three going to put a property patch on her?”

“No, sir,” Denver shook his head.

“Nope,” Geo said with a small laugh.

“Hell to the fuck that shit no,” Porthos declared. “Have you seen what she did to the last asshole who claimed her as property? She earned her colors. She has just as much right to mark us as property as we do.”

Werewolf smirked as Trigg fought to not smile at them. The musketeers had learned that lesson after Camille had gotten a property patch for Darkness. Her father told the man to get a property patch or hers was being covered up. Before the day was over the man had a white ink tattoo on his dark skin.

Molly leaned over and Werewolf shifted closer to his cousin. “I like that answer.”

“It wasn’t your daughter that shot up a gun range to make a point.”

“No,” Molly grinned. “Mine killed the man who beat her.”

“Fuck,” Werewolf muttered. “What the hell are my girls going to do?”

“Take over the world,” Chance warned softly.

“And then hell,” Sticks added. “My sweet little girl is simply going to build a bomb if anything happens to her Go Go.”

“My sweet little pretty might have something to say about that,” Molly chuckled.

Spider and Goose, the enforcer at Pops Place, shot the group with warning looks and they fell silent and listened to what Geo was saying.

“-have the longest left on my contract. However, it appears that my CO and Dom know each other.”

She grinned from her stool, “He’s a good fuck.”

Everyone in the room moved to look at Whip who rolled his eyes and shook his head. “If you expect me to be shocked that she’s not faithful, you don’t know either one of us very well.”

Dom winked at her partner as she poured a little water on a whetstone and began to sharpen her Bowie knife. The room was soon filled with the steady sound of the stone moving against the blade. Spider looked and Goose and shook his head. They both looked towards Dauphin who smirked and shook his head also.

Priscilla laughed, “Dom, you’re making the big bad bikers nervous.”

“Am I making the pretty little girl nervous?”

“Never,” Priscilla replied with a slight shake of her hair and Molly could hear the amusement in her voice.

“Well, I’m bored,” Dom replied. “The one that needed to be punished has been. You and your men have been called out on the hot spot. Everyone knows you four are together. My questions have yet to be answered.”

Priscilla laughed lightly and as the three men shifted, Werewolf could see that she was shaking her head as she looked at the ground. She looked up and then peeked between Porthos and Geo to look at her family.

“Sweet girl, your family knows that you have sex,” Dom paused in the sharpening of her knife. “And if they don’t, they’re fucking idiots. Especially, your father, God bless the man and his stamina. And Misty for walking straight in the morning.”

Laughing nervously, she turned back to face the officers. The men moved closer to her, once again offering her support.

“Yes,” Priscilla said, “Denver is as big as you think he is. They all know what to do with what they have. Yes, I’ve taken all three of them at one time.”

“That’s cool, I did want to know that, not sure that anyone else did. Don’t really care either,” Dom admitted. She motioned with her knife at the four of them, “I want to know about what you told that fuck face.” Her knife was aimed at Priscilla’s stomach, “Is it true?”

All three men moved in closer to her and each of them placed a kiss on her head. Werewolf was certain that they were having a quiet conversation. They seemed to have reached a decision, but the men did not move away from her.

“Yes, I am pregnant, confirmed by a home test and I have an appointment next week for my first prenatal visit.” She took a deep breath that could be heard throughout the room. “No, we don’t know who the biological father is.”

“What are you going to do?” Trigg asked quietly.

“Have Nessie make me some cakes, eat way too much, get fat, and have a baby.”

“I’m out of the Army in a few weeks, so that's basically my plan too,” Denver admitted.

“I’ve got about eighteen more months,” Porthos said. “Not sure if I’m going to re-up or not, but we’ll decide together.”

Geo shrugged, “As we established earlier, I’ve got years to go.”

Patch suddenly stood up, “You sorry fuckers are telling me that I’m going to be a great grandpa?”

“You’ll need to answer the former president,” Toad said with a grin.

The men shifted as she turned to look at her grandfather. With a smile on her lips and tears in her eyes, she nodded. She whispered ‘yes’ and Werewolf was certain that was the loudest that she could speak.

Patch grabbed a chair and carried it over to her. He pointed at the seat, “You need to sit.”