The Outlaw's Obsession(44)

She cracked open the backroom door at the same time she heard the club members heading out. The plan was to leave the club and get Sonya out in the open. Knowing Stinger and the prospect they were already heavily drinking for the night, so she knew she could use that as her advantage. Jagger had been in his room with Sonya for the past couple of hours, so DeDe knew she could play this off well since she hadn’t seen the other woman all day. Sonya wouldn’t willingly go with DeDe anywhere, but if she could say she needed help getting her shit out of the car, maybe this would work. If not, well … DeDe hadn’t thought that far in advance. Trick seemed to think Sonya would play along, and it seemed a simple enough task, but only time would tell. All DeDe had to do was get Sonya out of the clubhouse and into the parking lot. With only two guys inside that could not really be of much use if they were piss-ass drunk, and the chances that Trick would get to Sonya before they even realized what was going on meant this might actually work. DeDe just had to make sure she wasn’t linked to this, because then it would have all been for nothing and her life would be in the hands of the Grizzly MC.

Even now she remembered the touch of that filthy wolverine. In order to seal the deal he had made her suck his dick and then fucked her as she was pressed up against one of those nasty storage containers. Whatever. She had fucked worse men than Trick, although they certainly hadn’t been as rough or vile as he had been.

She stepped out of the backroom and quickly made her way into the main part of the club. Stinger and the prospect were sitting around one of the tables playing cards and throwing back shots. There was a joint between both of their lips, and Bill-O was passed out on the couch as usual. They didn’t even know she was there, and so she turned and left once more, slipping out of the back door and standing there for a moment. She could do this. Faking shit was a talent DeDe had.

She only waited about ten minutes before heading inside. Although she hadn’t seen Trick, she had felt eyes on her, but looking toward the front entrance of the clubhouse didn’t show anything. There were two prospects hanging out by the front of the gate, but she didn’t concern herself with how Trick planned on getting past them. That wasn’t her problem, and she didn’t care. She flicked her cigarette butt away and headed back inside. Stinger and the prospect were in the same position, but Sonya was now behind the counter making sandwiches.

“Hey,” DeDe said and set her purse on the bar.

Sonya looked up at her. The club was on lockdown, but the main room was silent since the women and children were in garage out back. It was reinforced steel, and just as protected as the main clubhouse house. But it was big enough that the children could actually run around and burn off some energy.

DeDe was thankful for that, because she didn’t want any of them getting hurt in the process. “I have some bags in the car from my earlier trip. Can you help me bring them in so I don’t have to go out like three times?”

Sonya didn’t say anything for a few minutes.

DeDe sighed. “Look, this stuff is for the guys when they come back. They will be hungry, and I’m not trusting those two,” she pointed over to Stinger and the prospect that chose that moment to laugh loudly, “to carry in the shit I just bought. They’ll likely drop it and break it.” This had to work, because she didn’t know what else to do.

“I guess. You parked right out there?” Sonya pointed to the parking lot.

“Yeah.” DeDe nodded and grabbed a plate of sandwiches. She brought them over to Stinger and the prospect.

Sonya followed and said, “I’m going to help her bring in some things from her car so she doesn’t have to make a lot of trips.”

Stinger inhaled deeply from his joint and then exhaled.

“No, you’ll stay inside. Jagger wants you in the clubhouse at all times. The prospect can go fetch them.” The prospect stood, and DeDe felt herself start to freak out.

“He’ll drop my shit. He’s already drunk and high.” Stinger turned around and stared at her for several seconds. Sweat started to dot her forehead, and she knew she was screwed if she couldn’t get Sonya outside. She was afraid of what Trick would do to her if she didn’t deliver.

Stinger slowly stood and towered over her. “You’re pretty fucking nervous there, DeDe.” He inhaled once more from the joint and passed it off to the prospect. After he exhaled and the smoke cleared, a low growl left him. “You’re trying to hide something. What the fuck are you up to—” But before she could answer there was a rain of gunfire and glass spraying forward from the windows. She was shoved aside but felt her head crack on the ground before darkness swept over her.