Page 47 of Nun’s Prayer

“Damn, detective, you’ve got a wildcat there,” a uniform said.

“Yup, and she’s all mine.” I grinned. Sapphire would always come first, even if I quit my career. There was no comparison.

Nun

“Nun!” Sapphire called as I headed out to attend the club.

“Yo!” I replied, turning back and seeing her. She beckoned me over.

“I had a premonition, and it’s imminent,” she murmured.

“Brielle is at that rotten diner near Derry. The Bloody Femmes are going to find her if you don’t ride now. Your sisters are all out, but I’ll send backup,” Sapphire warned with urgency.

“Don’t tell Priest.” I turned and ran for my Harley.

I swung a leg over and Jazz barely got the gate open before I roared through it. Has the Femmes been looking for her, or had they merely stumbled across her by accident? The timing was shit.

I opened my throttle. Screw the speed limits. If Priest really was this top assassin, and the Bloody Femmes had his cousin, then they controlled him. I’d witnessed how much he loved Brielle, and he’d do anything to keep her safe.

Even try to destroy us.

I couldn’t let that happen. Priest would die in the attempt. The evening sun was setting, and that could benefit or hinder me. On a normal day, Derry was an hour’s drive from here. I made it in forty minutes, ducking round traffic. The diner came into sight, and my heart sank. There were eight Harleys parked up outside.

I cursed as I pulled in. I wasn’t special with powers; there was just me, but I couldn’t let the Femmes take Brielle. They wouldn’t be expecting me. The door opened and Foxy, their Prez, stormed out with Cheetah, her Veep, following. Cheetah had hold of a young girl’s neck. From behind came six more members. They all cackled, laughed, and seemed incredibly pleased with themselves.

Brielle looked terrified and struggled, but Cheetah tightened her grip. Brielle winced and pulled away.

Cheetah shoved her around, slapped her across the face, and snarled at her. Brielle flinched as Foxy gave her a shove. Jesus, they’d even sink to bullying a kid. I drew my piece; there was one way to play this. I revved and headed for them.

The Bloody Femmes looked up as I roared down the road, their attention on me as I planned. I lifted my gun and fired, praying I didn’t hit Brielle. The Femmes scattered, shouting and screaming abuse as I charged in. I skidded to a stop.

“Brielle, if you want to see Ethan, here, now!” I yelled and shot at Cheetah, who tried to grab her.

Brielle stared at me in shock and horror.

“Move!” I shouted again as a bullet pinged near me.

Kiss ducked as I aimed in her direction. Another bullet hit the ground close to Brielle, and she moved. She raced over as I laid down covering fire and then climbed up behind me. I was moving before she was even in position. It wasn’t ideal that Brielle’s back was to the Bloody Femmes, but I’d little choice. Several shots were fired, and I turned to the street and headed out.

Harleys thundered, and I knew the Femmes were giving chase.

“Hold on tight!” I yelled at Brielle, who shunted closer and gripped tighter.

I opened the throttle, confident in my own abilities. Pipes roared louder, and more bullets barely missed me. A figure rode towards me, one hand held high, and my heart skipped a beat; then I recognised her. Tinkerbell and behind her came Sailor. Then, instead of just two riders, they became four, six and then eight, as Sailor doubled their images. Tinkerbell let rip, and ice flew from her fingers.

In my mirror, I saw the road freeze over, and then Bloody Femmes skidded out of control and hit the ground. I kept going even as Tinkerbell and Sailor turned and tore after me. As I headed down Route 102, a figure stepped out, and my gut sank. Vix, the Bloody Femmes’ enforcer.

I began weaving to avoid her aim, but Vix calmly tracked me. A nasty smile crossed her lips as she fired. I heard it ping off my Hog and cursed. Then she was swamped in shadows as Blade rode out of the darkness.

Blade tightened her grip, the shadows thickened, and Vix’s cursing reached me. I flew past with Sailor and Tinkerbell behind me. Blade turned around and followed. Once we were out of range, Blade loosened her hold and pulled up alongside me. She nodded and took the lead while Tinkerbell covered my open side. Sailor stayed at the rear. They were covering the teenager I’d rescued.

Forty minutes later, we rode into the clubhouse, and I parked up. As soon as we crossed into Portsmouth, I relaxed. We were safe.

Parking up outside, I turned to Brielle.

“Get down.”

Brielle obeyed at once, and I saw how pale she was. “Don’t pass out on me, kid. You’re protected now.”