Lily nodded, seeming to straighten in her seat as she gingerly touched her new hairstyle.
Sex Piston noticed Killyama motioning to her.
“I’ll be right back.” Leaving Lily’s side with the other women remarking on her new style, she went to stand next to Killyama who she had noticed had gone out back and then had returned with a worried look.
“What’s up?” she asked. Nothing scared Killyama, so to see her worried, sent alarm signals running down her back.
“Someone’s messed with the parking lot lights. It’s dark as shit out there and the other shops next to you are already closed.”
“Maybe it’s just the timer malfunctioning?” Sex Piston tried to think of a reason that the reliable system that automatically turned the lights on when it became dark had failed.
“I don’t think so. I think we should call the club and ask a few of the brothers to escort us out of here. I checked the back door; it’s locked. Let’s lock the front door and stay put until they get here.”
“You sure? They’ll give us hell if we drag their asses out for nothing.”
“Ace may have, but Stud wouldn’t. I don’t like the feel of this, Sex Piston. T.A. and I both left our weapons in the trunk of the car because of all the kids you have running around in here when their moms are getting their hair cut.”
“Call them. I’ll lock the door.” If Killyama felt threatened, then they needed to worry. Sex Piston trusted her instincts.
Moving toward the door, she stopped at the sight of a man walking in the door with a gun in his hand.
“Dale, what are you doing!?” T.A. took a step forward, but Crazy Bitch took her arm and pulled her back.
“What do you think, you stupid bitch? I told you that I wasn’t done with you. Did you think that biker watching me was going to protect you? Hell, Killyama was better. The one that you sent to replace her won’t be watching anyone anymore.” He smirked.
The door opened again and Joker came in. Momentarily, relief flew through Sex Piston until shock replaced it when she saw the gun in his hand before he turned and locked the door.
“Get them in the back so no one can see them through the windows,” Joker ordered.
“Who’s going to see them?” Dale snickered, but motioned for the women to move toward the back of the shop.
“Traffic may be getting slowly through, but we lost too much time waiting to see if someone was going to come in behind her.” Joker nodded his head toward a pale Lily who hadn’t turned her chair around to face the men. Instead, she was watching them through the mirror with terror-filled eyes.
“Move it!” Dale ordered.
Killyama took a threatening step toward the men until Joker pointed his gun at her.
“Take another step toward me, you psycho bitch, and I will shoot one of them and Dale will kill you. Now move that ass of yours.”
Killyama froze before turning and walking toward the back of the shop.
Sex Piston, Crazy Bitch, T.A. and Fat Louise started to follow Killyama. Lily sat frozen until Joker went to her, pulling her roughly to her feet and shoving her toward the other women. Sex Piston grabbed Lily’s arm before she could fall.
“Are you all right?” Sex Piston asked her.
Lily nodded her head, walking silently with the other women. When they were at the back of the salon in the small break room, Sex Piston knew it wasn’t looking good for them. Both men’s hatred was obvious as they stared at their exes with self-satisfied smirks. Neither one of the bastards could hold a job down, but they were proud as shit that they could hold them prisoners with guns. Both were too chicken shit to try to take them on without the lethal weapons.
“I’ll watch them while you go get the money out of the register,” Joker told Dale who then left the room.
“Joker, don’t do this,” Crazy Bitch said, trying to reach the man she had lived with for over a year. Sex Piston could have told her it was a lost cause, and his harsh words to her friend proved her correct.
“Do what, Crazy Bitch? You couldn’t dump me fast enough when Stud and his men took over our club. You didn’t care that you dumped me in front of my brothers. Why should I give a crap about you and your friends?”
Her friend tried to pacify the vindictive man. “I was going to call you to try to work things out.”
“I don’t want your crazy ass back. Hell, the only reason I put up with you was to keep a roof over my head. It would have been easier to work a ten-hour shift than to fuck around with you. Thanks to Sex Piston’s money I won’t have to do either for a while.” The dumbass was actually bragging about being a lazy ass. Sex Piston wished she had the bat they kept in the backseat of their car. The bastard would be more than injured. The fucker would be dead.