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Calista pointed at the bikers. Now there was more attention toward both Nelle and her sister. Including the bikers.
“You fucking did this!” Calista yelled. “You did this!”
Nelle stepped into her sister’s view of the bikers and grabbed her shoulders. Calista stopped yelling, trading screams for tears. Nelle could see just how high her sister was. She really wanted to be angry but couldn’t… she understood it…
Their lives had always been nothing but a complicated mess. And now one of them was dead. And somewhere in the back of Nelle’s head she heard a voice…
One down, only two to go!
Chapter Three
Starts with a ‘C’ Ends With Some Lips
“What the fuck is her issue?” Priest whispered to Slade.
“I’m assuming it was her sister that got shot and killed,” Slade responded.
“I’ll go calm her down,” Linc said. “I was there when it happened.”
“I’ll take care of this,” Slade said. “Let me be the voice of reason. We’ve got eyes on us as it is.”
Which they all did, that was for sure. The locals very uneasy over the pizza place shooting. That’s why the club kept their distance from the funeral and didn’t bring everyone.
Slade stepped forward and walked respectfully through the cemetery. The funeral itself was small. Very small. Almost sad in a way. Sadness that went beyond the normal funeral setting.
Everyone wanted a good story too. There were people trying to be sneaky about taking pictures of the two women—sisters of the deceased.
Slade knew one of them.Her name starts with a C… That was all his brain had to offer. The other sister he never saw before. And, Christ, was she stunning. As was theC sister.
But this other one…
The black dress she wore showed no mercy on the natural curves that greeted her body with such ease. Dirty blonde hair, just beyond shoulder length. A honey color for eyes as she looked right at Slade. She had pouty lips. Natural too.
Fuck, if Slade wasn’t a true outlaw because the first thing he did was picture those sweet lips gliding along his fat cock.How could anyone not think it…?
She looked mean, defiant, yet layered in exhaustion and sadness. Just the kind of broken woman that could end up in an outlaw’s bed for a little quietness.
“You!”C sisteryelled again, pointing at Slade.
“You’re not going to help with a thing by being here,” the stunning sister said.
“How’s it going so far here for you, sweetheart?” Slade asked.
“Take yoursweethearttone and go fuck yourself. You’re the reason my sister was murdered.”
Vicious words but they slid easily off Slade’s shoulders and mind.
“Your name starts with aC,” Slade said, pointing to theC sister. “You’re always atChutney’s. Right? You work in marketing?”
The stunning sister snorted and laughed. That got Slade’s attention.
“Screw you, Nelle,” theC sistersaid. “I do work in marketing.”
“Opening your legs for guitarists isn’t marketing, Calista…”
Slade nodded. Yup. That’s right where he knewCalistafrom. When the club took protection gigs atChutney’s, Calista was always there. A whore for the rock stars.And for the bikers too…
The murder of the waitress now felt even closer to Slade.
