Jo smirks, “Four. There are two cleaners and two cooks.”
I blink a few times as my mind tries to work out that four women who are domestic staff petitioned Tracker, the hardenedbiker to change the name of the women who, well you know what they do.
“Four of you petitioned the president to change the name? And he did it?” I am flabbergasted.
“Yes, and yes. Our Pres is one hell of a man, and he listens when spoken to. He isn’t shy about coming forward and expects us not to be.” Anna picks up a pile of dinner plates and lays them out on the counter ready to serve the meal.
Men appear, and the conversation is over, but I’m still boggled that four women could even make a petition, never mind serve it to Tracker!
I’m sitting quietly, looking at the steak, roasted vegetables, and nice chunk of fresh bread that I’ve been given, to notice who sits beside me. But looking at the person it’s a man I’ve not met before. He’s tall even sitting I can tell that. Dark hair and gorgeous brown eyes. He winks because I’ve been quietly observing him. Now I’m blushing to my hair roots and feel like a fool.
“My name’s Brewer. I guess you are Cilla?” said questioningly.
“Yes, I’m Cilla.” Now, before I can say more a misty person appears behind Brewer and grabs him around the neck.
I jump to my feet and hold my hand out, throwing as much of my aura as I can. “Bono, stop this asshole!” I shout. The men in the room are looking around to see who I’m shouting to. But I’m more concerned that Brewer is turning red and showing a tinge of blue. “Get the fuck off him!” I close my eyes and throw every thought I have at the phantom, and imagine he is thrown back. To my shock that happens, and I hear Brewer gasping.
Bono appears and launches himself at whoever this attacker is, and I hear the surrounding room in a ruckus, but I’m struggling with my energy. I didn’t realize throwing my thoughts like that would zap my psychic energy, but that’s exactly what happens, and I see dark dots right before everything turns black.
Chapter 7
TRACKER
As I walk into church, I can’t help but feel somewhat amused by Cilla. She’s hardly what you would call normal, but she’s not particularly nuts either. It’s proven that what she is telling me is factual and telling me the code name verified to me she is speaking with Bono. There is no chance she would know that code unless he told her.
Taking my seat, I check that all the brothers are here. Cap is sitting with his arms folded over his chest, while Finger looks ready to take on the world if necessary. Books, Coin, Hot Rod and Keys are waiting for any instructions I throw at them, and Rides is chewing on a BLT. Now where the fuck did he get that,and he knows food isn’t allowed in here. He pushes the rest into his mouth as soon as he sees I’ve noticed, and his cheeks are puffed out like a damn chipmunk. Shaking my head, I ignore the asshole and open the meeting.
“Okay, I have a picture of the fucker that thinks he’s going to plant a bomb here and blow us all sky-high. Keys, send the pictures to everyone here. Make sure you know what this fucker looks like because you are going to educate every brother and prospect, and make sure they know who they are looking for. I want you all out on the streets tomorrow and find this fucker.” I hand Cilla’s phone to Keys who quickly sends the pictures to everyone here before handing the phone back to me.
“I’ve got the facial recognition running now, Pres. All I can do is wait on that, but the brothers can show the picture around and see if anyone has seen him. The motel on Stonelake might know his face? Then again, it might be too nice a place for him to be staying.” Keys looks at each officer, and when they nod they have the picture, he looks down and starts tapping on the keyboard again.
“Do you want me to postpone church with the brothers?” Cap asks, and I give him a nod in response. “We can cover normalities any time, but I’ll make sure I speak to the brothers about what’s happening. Keep things under wraps shall we, Pres? From the clubwomen, I mean.”
“Okay, Cap. Make sure everyone knows what’s going on, and I’m going to speak to my sources to see if they know who this fucker is.”
“I’ve seen him in town,” Hot Rod our Road Captain states, pointing to his phone. “He was hanging around in front of old man Searby’s grocery store last week.”
We all look at Hot Rod and wait for anything else he can impart. But from the frown on his face, this is as much as we are going to get from him.
Cap sighs. “Any more to tell, Hot Rod?”
“No, I can’t say that I saw anything else. It was just the way he was looking around. It was sneaky-looking, and it held my attention for a minute or two before he walked away and I got on with my business.”
“Okay, so get out and see what you can find. Keep me informed, because we don’t have long before this fucker is going to get onto the compound. Keys, up surveillance on the cameras. Finger, speak to the prospects because I don’t want them out on their own. They pair up and watch each other’s backs.
As we leave church, we hear a ruckus in the kitchen and dash to see what the fuck is going on. I’m shocked to see Brewer holding his neck and gasping for breath while Cilla is passed out in Whistle’s arms.
“What the fuck is going on?” I ask while storming into the kitchen.
Jo and Anna are fussing around Brewer and Cilla. But Jo looks up and has no color in her face whatsoever. “Pres, something attacked Brewer. It was choking him to death. Cilla stopped whatever it was, but I’m not sure what happened because she passed out.”
Whistle looks up while holding Cilla bridal-style. “What should I do with her, Pres?”
“Well, that’s a stupid question, isn’t it?” I shake my head because sometimes my brothers are total brainless idiots. “Find somewhere to lay her down, idiot,” I can’t help but snap. Beforehe can move Finger walks over to him, takes Cilla out of his arms and walks away with her.
I follow Finger, along with Cap and Scalpel, our medic. “She’s a medium or something, isn’t she Pres?” Scalpel asks, and I give him a frown as I answer, “I don’t know what the fuck she is, but she speaks to the dead and apparently can now do something to them.”
“Hmm, probably zapped her psychic energy. She’ll need rest, then lots of food to recuperate. I’ll put her on an IV to get fluids into her because we don’t know how long she’s going to be out." Scalpel sets up what he needs as Finger lays Cilla on the bed in the medical room. “Out, all of you, out! I’ll stay with Cilla and make sure she is okay. She doesn’t need you all in here watching her. It could freak her the fuck out waking up with all of you standing around.”