“I kept my mouth shut. I told you I wouldn’t tell, and I didn’t.” Sissy backed away from the furious president.
Knox came out of his office. “They leave?”
“For now,” Lucky grimly answered.
“You find her hiding inside Rosey’s?”
Viper grimly nodded his head. “Jenna sneaked her in the back door.”
“Fuck.” Knox looked like he was going to follow his leader’s example and throw something.
“She’s been pissed at the club since Lucky stopped seeing her and told the brothers not to touch her.” Viper continued, “It didn’t help that King fired her when he heard she hit Willa. Nothing’s worse than a slut with a grudge.”
Sissy backed a step away at Viper’s anger. The girl certainly didn’t look her age, dressed in the short, black skirt and the tight, green top she was wearing.
“None of the other brothers recognized her?”
“The bar was too crowded with all the brothers from Ohio wanting to stop by and see Mick.”
“Shit.” Knox’s expletive was what the rest of them were all thinking. “Did any of the brothers touch her?”
“No, thank fuck. We found her hiding in the back room.”
“Jenna?”
“Lied about it at first then finally owned up to giving her a couple of beers.”
“Mick could lose his license if it gets around town.” Knox scraped his fingers along his shaved head.
“That’s not all,” Viper seethed. “Jenna decided to tell her about the clubhouse when Moon and Rider were talking about Lucky’s night.”
Lucky kept his face composed. His anger at Jenna had seethed when Sissy had confirmed she had heard about Raci, Stori, and Ember. Jenna had even told Sissy he used knives. The slut hadn’t cared that she was talking to a seventeen-year-old child.
Knox leaned against the tall counter. “Mick fire her?”
“Told her to get the fuck out of his bar and not come back. Mick trusted Jenna; she had worked for him for a long time. He even rehired her when she came begging for her old job back.”
“We’re fucked. There won’t be a person in town who doesn’t know about the club by the time Jenna and Sissy get done running their mouths.” Knox shot a dirty look at Sissy, a warning to keep her trap shut.
“No, we’re not,” Lucky finally spoke up. “None of us touched her, and Mick didn’t intentionally serve her liquor. I don’t really give a fuck about anyone finding out about me using knives. I’m not a pastor anymore. The problem is Jenna told her names of women she had seen at the club.”
Marriages could be destroyed if a few of the names were dropped. Not only that, but Winter, Lily, Diamond, Beth, and Rachel would be embarrassed publicly, and the brothers didn’t want their women hurt.
Lucky wouldn’t mince words in front of the girl. They were fortunate Knox had called with the information to find her when he did. Sissy would have sneaked out and exposed several people there who sure as fuck wouldn’t want their presence made public.
“She’s going to keep her mouth shut,” Lucky promised.
“Remember, Moon promised I could join your club when I get older,” Sissy reminded the men.
Viper stiffened. No one lived after they tried to intimidate the club, but it went against club rules to harm an innocent. Despite the girl showing she was already a hardened bitch, her age held their hands.
Knox threw Viper a surprised look. “But Moon—”
Lucky imperceptibly shook his head at the brother. He knew Viper had no intention of letting Sissy join. She would be quickly disillusioned about the fun in the club. By the time the women members were done with her, she would be too frightened to look at a man wearing leather.
“What about Jenna?” Knox asked instead of finishing what he had been about to say.
“She’s decided it’s in her best interest to leave town. I gave her a week.” Lucky had been furious with Jenna, and the woman had known him well enough to agree to leave Treepoint.
“You know what you’re doing?”
Viper’s direct question had Lucky wondering the same thing. He had reacted without thinking when he had seen the Wests take the younger girls from Willa’s arms.
“When has he ever had a fucking clue?” Shade gibed.
Lucky ignored Shade. “Go inside Knox’s office and wait for him,” Lucky directed Sissy. Her resentful behavior was the last straw. “Knock it off! Change the attitude, or the closest you’ll ever get to The Last Riders’ clubhouse is the parking lot!”
“That isn’t fair,” she protested.
“Do you want fair, or do you want to join The Last Riders? Moon promised you could try to join, but Jenna told you how the club works, that you have to get the votes to be a member. You think you’ll get any of the brothers to lay a hand on you with that attitude? Why do you think Jenna never became a member?”
Her silence spoke for itself.