Chapter Nineteen

Laurel

I looked up when Phoebe pulled out a chair, plopping her butt next to me. Phoebe was a sweet woman, gentle yet a bit different, but I thought that just added to her allure. Pheobe was the very first wiccan I ever met. Now, she didn’t cast spells, ride a broom in the sky, or cackle like a witch under the full moon while dancing around a bonfire.

Well, I was pretty sure she didn’t do that.

Instead, Phoebe believed in mother earth, herbs, and her tarot cards. She was stunningly beautiful, with long, wavy dark hair and the prettiest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. She was also the owner of the new dance studio in town, along with her husband, Priest.

“How did it go?” Bailey asked.

Phoebe smiled. “Good. He seemed to like the place and agreed to Priest teaching him. He actually smiled for a second.”

“Who?” I asked, looking at the women.

“Nash,” Phoebe informed. “Priest saw him dancing the other day and thought Nash would like to learn more. He was right. Laurel, you should have seen your son’s face when he walked into the studio. He was in awe.”

Sitting up, I wasn’t sure I heard her correctly and asked, “My son? Nash?”

Phoebe nodded while Jessica poured her a drink, sliding it over to her. “Yep. The boys talked with the online administrator who said Nash could substitute his time with Priest at the studio for his time on the obstacle course. Nash took the deal.”

“Don’t blame him.” Bailey chuckled. “I’ve seen the way King orders the misfits around that damn course. He’s a freaking general and doesn’t give any quarter.”

“Have the guys figured out why he’s so angry?” Jessica asked.

I sighed and shook my head. “Not that I’m aware of.”

“Well, King has a way of getting the information he needs. Trust me, Laurel. King and the misfits will get Nash talking.”

Picking up my glass, I nodded. “I hope sooner rather than later. I miss my son. Not saying Nash is perfect because he has his faults, but he’s a good boy.”

“With a whore for a mother, I’m surprised he isn’t in jail where he belongs.”

We all slowly turned to find the whore of Babylon standing behind us with her cronies.

Bailey sighed, waving her hand. “Not today, Satan! It’s my day off.”

I chuckled at that when Marlene sneered, “Make time, bitch. You and I have a score to settle.”

Jessica groaned, pointing at Marlene. “This bitch still causing problems?”

“Like a bad case of gonorrhea. It keeps coming back.”

Dev choked on her whiskey.

Patting my friend’s back, I looked over my shoulder and said, “Go away, Marlene. We are trying to have a good time, and you were not invited.”

“Shut up, you two-bit hillbilly slut.”

Taking a deep breath, I looked at Dev, who groaned, shaking her head before I looked at Bailey. “Bails, I’m sorry. My mother taught me to put things back where I found them. So please excuse me while I put this bitch back in her place.”

“She’s all yours. I’m tired of beating her ass.”

“Remember me, cunt,” another woman said as she walked over before I could get to my feet. The woman was something else, that was for sure. Not sure what the fuck she was or if she was really a woman, but considering I could see tits, I was going with yes. She was a woman.

“Isn’t that?” I heard Jessica whisper.

Bailey groaned, leaning back in her chair as she looked at the woman. “Yep. That’s the bitch King kicked to the curb shortly after I arrived at the clubhouse. How ya been, Sandi?”

“Not that you give a shit, but I got myself a real man now.”

“Glad to hear it. Now go away.”

The older woman sneered. “Can’t do that. I got a score to settle with you.”

“Ladies.” Enigma came rushing over. “It’s Sunday. So please, not today or King will have my ass.”

“Hi, Enigma.” Bridget slithered over to the club brother, running her claws down his chest. “I’ve missed you, baby. Why don’t we go somewhere quiet so we can get reacquainted?”

Enigma shivered, moving away from the woman. “Sorry, Bridget. I’m married now.”

“So am I.” The vulture stalked the cringing man.

“Back the fuck off, Bridget.” Devlin groaned. “Not all of us are classified by the Navy as a friendly port.”

I smirked. “That was a good one, Dev.”

“Well, I try.” My friend beamed at me.

“I heard this bitch,” Marlene clipped, pointing her gnarly finger in my face, “is nothing more than a backwoods slut like her whore of a momma.”

“Oh shit,” Dev muttered while I slowly got to my feet and faced the mouthy bitch as she added, “You really stepped in it this time, Marlene. Even I know not to bring up a Southern momma in an argument. God have mercy on your soul.”

Looking at the cunt, I asked, “What the fuck did you just say?”

“I said—”

Holding up my hand, I stopped the woman and sneered, “Honey child, I’m from the South. When I asked what you said, I wasn’t asking you to repeat it? I was asking if you are good with Jesus because you are about to meet him.”

Chairs scraped against the floor, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bailey standing, stretching her arms over her head. “Well, would you look at that? I just found that give-a-fuck I lost.”

“I’m gonna fuck you up, bitch,” Sandi cackled.

“Bitch, you better stop suckin’ dick, ‘cause I just heard a child giggle.”

And that was all it took for Sandi to scream as she rushed Bailey.

Devlin jumped over the table, tackling Bridget to the ground.

Jessica flipped a beer bottle in her hand, before swinging it at Karen’s head, and I punched Marlene in the fucking face, breaking her nose.

“They started it!” Marlene shouted when the new deputy, Martin Williams, slapped cuffs on Marlene, then growled, “And I’m finishing it.”

Bailey laughed when deputy Noah Warren handcuffed her. Turning around, Bailey blew a kiss at the cute young man. “The way you put those cuffs on me was sexy as hell, baby.”

Noah groaned, shaking his head. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Bailey?”

“Nuttin’ you can’t handle, hot stuff.”

“When I get out of these cuffs, I’m gonna fucking sue this whole damn town!” Sandi railed as she tried to break free from the cuffs secured to the bar.

“Martin, get those women the hell out of here, before Bailey really loses her shit!” Noah shouted, as he grabbed my arm, helping me to stand. “Come on, Laurel; you too, Devlin. Enigma, you better call King and let him know what happened.”

“Already called him, Noah.”

“I want my lawyer,” Bridget protested as Martin shoved her toward the door along with Karen, who was crying.

Noah walked me and Bailey out the front door of the Tavern with Devlin, Jessica, and Phoebe following, all of us in cuffs.

Bailey chuckled when Marlene tripped, face planting on the pavement outside. Walking past the bitch on the ground, I didn’t think as I kicked her head.

“Oops! My bad. I didn’t see your big fat head down there!”

Noah groaned, moving me and Bailey away from the crying bitch.

“Laurel, Judge Tomlinson is not going to be happy with you. He warned you what would happen if you messed up again.”

I gulped.

Shit. Noah was right. I was already on probation.

This was going to be the nail in my coffin.

I was screwed.

“Do you have to tell him?” I asked.

“Yes,” Noah groaned, walking us across the street toward the sheriff station. “The sooner I can get you ladies processed, the faster you can make your calls.”

Walking into the sheriff’s station, I saw Linda shaking her head.

“Hello, girls.” The older woman smirked. “Noah, Martin has got the others in a cell, so if you want to process this group first, you can.”

“Thanks, Linda.” The deputy sighed, pointing to a bench. “Alright, ladies. Take a seat.”

Doing as the deputy said, I hung my head. “I’m toast. Judge Tomlinson is gonna put my ass in jail and throw away the key. What am I gonna do about my boys? Oh God, or my mother’s wedding!”

“You will not go to jail.” Bailey sighed, leaning back on the bench as she stretched her legs out in front of her. “My best bud will take care of everything.”

“Bails is right, Laurel.” Dev nodded. “Scribe is the best damn attorney in these parts. This isn’t his first rodeo.”

An hour later, we were all sitting in a cell, glaring at the bitches in the cell next to us. None of them were saying anything since Linda clearly stated that the first person to talk would get their mouths washed out with soap.

We believed her, but Bridget decided to test that theory.

The bell over the door to the station jingled when we all heard King. “Hello, Linda.”

“King.”

“How bad?” he asked when his eyes found us sitting in a cell.

“Same old shit.”

“Can I take them home?” King inquired, and before Linda could say anything, the new deputy, Martin Williams, said, “No. They aren’t going anywhere. Those women are staying in jail until their arraignment in court tomorrow morning. Judge Tomlinson is going to decide what to do with that riffraff.”

Bailey shook her head.

Jessica cursed.

Devlin whistled.

Phoebe smiled, and I cringed when I saw Nikoli groan, shaking his head.

“You’re new here.” King focused his attention on the new deputy, taking a good look at the man. “I’m Callum Montclair and that is my wife you have in that cell. She is not staying the night anywhere but in my bed, next to me.”

“You tell him, King!” Bailey shouted, then quickly shut her mouth when Linda stood, holding a bottle of Dawn Dish liquid.

“I don’t care who your wife is. Those women started a bar brawl and caused extensive damage. They are staying right where they are,” the new deputy sneered, crossing his arms over his chest. “If you have a problem with it, I suggest you take it up with the judge tomorrow morning. I’m sure you are all familiar with standing before him.”

“Oh shit,” Linda cursed, hanging her head. “Boy, do you know who the hell you’re talking to?”

“Don’t care who they are. Those women are not going anywhere. Especially Laurel McDonald. I warned her what would happen if she or her son stepped out of line again, so did the judge.”

My head snapped up at that.

Nikoli growled as Martin slowly moved his hand down to the hilt of his gun, and King placed his hand on Nikoli’s chest to stop him.

“Name tag says Williams,” King spoke.

“That’s right.”

Bailey looked at me and frowned.

None of us knew what the hell was going on, but when King spoke next, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

“Any relation to Principal Williams?” King asked while Nikoli stiffened.

The man sneered, “He’s my dad.”