Page 71 of Perdition
She’d come back to the shop, but Em had warned Tina and Maria not to let her past the door, and to call the cops if she insisted on making a scene. It was easy enough to trespass Sarah, which meant the next time she stepped foot in the shop, she’d be arrested and charged.
Petty? Yes. But Sarah was a thorn in Em’s side she was determined to pull out and crush under her heel.
But the woman was making that difficult, if what the girls were saying was true.
Stephie hummed, sipping her virgin pina colada. “At least he respects your space, unlike a certain skank who doesn’t understand the words‘No, step back, keep your STIs to yourself!’ She’s been at the clubhouse every day, trying to corner Frost. And from what Patriot said, she’s been calling and texting him non-stop, too.”
Em hadn’t heard that, but she wasn’t surprised. Sarah, besides being a bitch, gave off creepy obsessive vibes, the kind you got from biker fanatics who’d give their right tit to bang a biker.
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Nadia, who was dressed like a zombie golfer, asked. “She’s from the Bone Dogz, and they weren’t all that big on background checks, since that would draw too much attention from law enforcement.” Nadia’s step-brother, Elijah Tate, had been a Bone Dogz MC member, so she’d know more about them than anyone there. “Mad Dog was a piece of shit, and Elijah said the man had personally vouched for Sarah.”
“So the gross biker douchebag was the one who recruited the gross biker bitch? No wonder the woman is psychotic—her handler was a fucking nutcase.”
Mad Dog, the former Bone Dogz prez, had gone down for transporting drugs and trafficking women—and it took a special kind of crazy to do something like that.
“Makes me wonder if she’s a plant,” Val remarked, her brows furrowing in thought. “It wouldn’t take much to figure it out. Background, bank accounts, call logs, medical records—the works.”
“You mean, Mad Dog told her to come to the Unchained to…what? Dig for information?” Cilla asked, her eyes wide and fearful. The woman was sweet as candy and as soft as warm taffy. The thought of anyone intentionally hurting the club was, understandably, a shock to her.
“Yeah. She was probably Mad Dog’s main girl, and when he got word that Frost was doing a patch over, he told her to come here, get in deep with the club, and dig for information.”
“To what end, though?” Nadia asked. “The asshole is in prison for the next twenty-five years; what good is information he gets on a legit MC?”
Stephie shrugged, then surmised, “What if she isn’t here to get information but rather stop someoneelsefrom getting information.”
Cilla gasped. “You mean like stir up trouble to keep the focus off the patch over?”
“That makes sense,” Val admitted. “Redtube’s been up to his eyeballs looking into every inch of that club. But…he can’t do much without say so from Frost?—”
“And Frost has been distracted,” Emily finished, suddenly sick to her stomach. “You think she was sent to seduce Frost to keep him from finding out something Mad Dog wants to keep buried?”
From beside her, Nadia hissed, cursing.
“Speak of the skank devil, and she will appear,” she said, pointing to the front door.
All of them turned to look and, immediately, Em sucked in a breath at the dread that slammed into her.
Not good.
Dressed to kill in a biker chick outfit so sexy and revealing it made all the men turn to look, Sarah stepped into the bar, her blue eyes scanning the crowd before they landed on her target, a slow, venomous smile curling lips painted a cocksucker’s red.
Plumping her tits, the woman strode across the bar, right toward her victim of choice.
Frost.
Em stiffened, her heart thrumming, her blood boiling. Growling, she said, “Oh, hell no.”
“Oh, that bitch! What the hell is she doing here? Patriot made a point of uninviting her after she made a stink at the clubhouse this morning. He flat out told her not to come.” Cilla rarely cussed, so when she did, they all knew she was well and truly pissed.
“I bet her excuse is that it’s a public place, and that she has every right to be here,” Stephie remarked, shaking her head in disgust. “What a fucking opportunistic bitch.”
Em was headed toward Frost before she could even spark a thought.
Just before Sarah sunk her blood-colored claws into Frost’s arm, Em slid up beside her husband, wrapped her arm around his waist, and pinned the bitch with a glare so sharp Em was surprised the slut didn’t lose a limb.
The night is still young.
Sarah, unbothered by Em’s sudden appearance, leaned in toward Frost, as if to kiss him.