Chapter 30 ~ Get Ready
The aftermath from both Deon and Nevaeh’s break up and now Kitty and Leighton’s, rippled through the club like toxic gas. No one was happy, not even Aja, who no longer cooked to her favourite tunes and swayed her hips. We had endured too much, and with Frazier Saltora still on the loose, more chaos was yet to come.
At least Nevaeh was safe. She had contacted me with her address and new phone number, but with a specific, iron-clad, cone of utter silence about anything to do with her when it came to Prez. Not that I would, Deon didn’t deserve Nevaeh after what he said, even more so now that he had the parasitic whores circling him like prey to be devoured.
I was out in the yard, jabbing at the bag when Jakobe approached. “Hey, can we talk?”
I was drenched in sweat and turned slightly to witness caveman nervously switching from foot to foot. “Nothing good ever comes from, hey, can we talk?”
“Mafia, why do you have to be so suspicious? I just need to hear your thoughts on something.”
“So, speak then Jakobe... because you are making me nervous.”
I grabbed my sweat towel and wiped my face and arms. “You once said that Ovella was who they sent in when The Mafia needed the suspect’s attention drawn away?”
“Yes. Get to the point,” I huffed in irritation.
“Was Vell ever used to extract information?” Suspicious of Jakobe’s motives, I was in fight stance immediately.
“Of course she was, what are you planning?” I growled.
“Shh, keep ya fucken voice down.”
Jakobe looked around nervously, seeing if we attracted anyone’s attention. “You better explain yourself and quickly before I remove your goddamn balls.” My warning was solid; I meant every bit of it.
“We wanna send her into a casino, undercover,” caveman whispered. “Plant a few bugs, wear a camera to take the footage, that sort of thing.”
“Priya...” I groaned.
“You tell me right this instant, Jakobe Sloan, or I swear to god, I will end you.”
“Because... Ovella never leaves the compound. Technically, she was the only individual not mentioned in the notes.”
“Fuck, I wasn’t supposed to talk about it, its club business.”
I turned to show him the patch I wore with - ‘if lost, return to V.P. Trigger’ - on it. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m apart of the club then, isn’t it idiot?”
“Fine,” Jakobe spat through gritted teeth, “come with me.”
Caveman yanked my arm hard as we made our way through the clubhouse and up to our shared room. “Spill everything,” I warned.
Jakobe sighed. “We have been gathering Intel. We intercepted some of Frazier Saltora’s men, which you knew, that’s why you were taken off the high school run...”
“Get to the point.”
“Right, God you’re mean sometimes...” any minute I was going to kill this mother fucker. “What you didn’t know, was they had notepads full of information on us. Times, dates, profiles. The Mafia has been following our movements for some time.”
“But no info on Vell.”
“No, nothing. According to the observations, The Mafia has been communicating with a bunch of Nomads, a few hours away. Small-time criminals mostly, dabble in cocaine and ecstasy, but they do own a chain of Casinos. Frazier has a meeting scheduled with their Kingpin, Stephan ‘stabber’ Blyth...”
“His parents named him stabber?” It was a necessary question.
“Priya...” Jakobe growled. Okay, clearly they did not, but I didn’t realise until after it had fallen out my mouth. “The meeting is organised for next Saturday. The Mafia and Stabber have not met each other yet, so, we were hoping... if Ovella went in on Friday, she could plant the bugs and collect images. We think Frazier is recruiting extra muscle for our demise.”
“What does Brutus have to say?”
“Actually, it was just discussed between Deon and me.” Jakobe could see the unimpressed and murderous glower on my face.
“I promised her Jakobe. Vell could live here, happy and peacefully - without being forced into adorning the ‘Delirium’ facade. You’re asking me if Vell would go for the proposed intention or whether she will tell you to go jump. I don’t want Ovella in danger.”
“GODDAMMIT PRIYA. I DON’T WANT YOU IN DANGER.”
This was the first time I’d ever seen the fear in Jakobe’s eyes; the cold realisation hit me like a ton of bricks. “What do you know, Jakobe Sloan? What aren’t you telling me?”
Caveman slumped to the floor, staring up at me through those beautiful chocolate browns. “There was a set of instructions in the car of what Frazier’s goons were to do to you if they caught you, Priya.”
“And... What the fuck did it say?” I crouched down in front of him, sliding onto Jakobe’s lap, gently gliding my fingertips through his black locks. “Caveman... please tell me.”
“They were to rape you if you were captured.” Now I could understand Jakobe’s concern - my big, strong, biker man wanted to protect me from a violation. I had to show Jakobe I believed in him.
“Lucky you will never let that happen, huh?”
“Nope, no fucken way.” Brutus was angry; I had an inkling Vell had disclosed the intimate details about what she endured as ‘the mafia’s distraction’, and could sympathise with Brutus’ reaction. We all sat around Deon’s desk, but the look on Prez’ face suggested he was not going to change his mind on this subject.
“Brutus, I understand you want to keep your woman safe, but she is not mentioned in the journal’s, Ovella is our best option.” Prez was trying to keep his temper together.
“You don’t understand; after what them bastards did to Gorgeous, she is fearful to leave the compound.” I had to hand it to Brutus; he really was showing how much he loved Ovella Pearl.
Moving my face towards Vell, I questioned, “we’re going to need Ludwig?”
“We’re?” She replied softly.
“It’s the only way.”
“You stated, we’re, as in ‘we are’, Bella.”
“Yes, we are. WE. I’m not going to let you go in there alone.”
“You’re not fucking going in,” Jakobe stated fiercely.
“Caveman, I promised Vell, no more being Delirium. I am going in. But... we need Kitty.” Deon did not like that at all; he motioned to stand, his chair flying backwards as he exited his seat.
“Oh, but it’s alright for you to send in the woman I love?” Brutus snapped.
“Look, Deon, it’s not actually up to you. Kitty is Aja’s daughter, Katie-Anne’s power has been stripped from her, she has broken up with Leighton, and right now, she’s a lost mess. If anyone can do this, it’s Kitty.”
“Priya, you’re pissing me off.”
Deon’s warning and attitude had me squaring my shoulders, preparing for a fight. He didn’t understand the traumatic emotion she was suffering. “Deon, we had someone else trained for a mission such as this, but you saw to it that Nevaeh ran for the hills. Now, if we are doing this, we are doing it our way, WITH KITTY.” I turned back to Vell, “get Ludwig, I’m going to inform Katie-Anne.”
“Oh, Bella... are we resurrecting Brittney?” Ovella questioned.
A dark grin adorned my face. “It’s a Brittney revival.”
Ovella burst into laughter.
“Gorgeous, you don’t have to do this.” Brutus was on his knees, imploring Ovella to rethink her decision.
She placed her delicate hands on his broad shoulders, “my beautiful man, you heard the evidence, we need this information. Luckily, this is what I’ve been trained to do. I can do this mission, for us, for my Bella Priya, and for the club.”
Brutus hung his head low, he knew, deep down, there was no other option. Vell took my phone and dialled, “Ludwig?... yes, yes, it’s good to hear your voice too... Listen, I need your help...”
While Ovella removed herself and organised Ludwig, our secret weapon, Jakobe brought in Aja.
“Mum, Priya wants Kitty to accompany her and Ovella on a mission into a casino.” Prez sat there with a triumphant smirk on his face; I think Deon was expecting Aja to be on his side.
Aja sat down next to me, facing me directly. “Priya, explain, please.”
“Trigger and Prez want Ovella to go undercover as Delirium to plant bugs, record video, and gather any information she can. I refuse to let her go on her own. We had trained Nevaeh to be our third...” Deon scoffed from his desk as Aja threw his a disapproving look, but I continued. “Kitty would be best at planting the bugs; she moves inconspicuously. Kitty can fight now, better than most of The Road Warriors. If we run into trouble, there will be the three of us to get through...”
“Four.” Deon and Jakobe’s eyes popped out of their heads, as a devilish smirk graced my lips.
“Mum?” Deon started, but Aja held up her hand to silence him.
“Four Deon, that’s final.”
“You fucken women.” Deon’s furious jab did not go unnoticed.
“You need to watch yourself,” Aja scorned, “you heard Priya, Nevaeh was trained for this, but you fucked that up, son. This is the way we are unrolling this plan you idiots have concocted. Now Priya, how are we doing this?”
“Vell is bringing in Ludwig; he’s a special effects artist, the best there ever was. As long as Techno can dummy up some passable identification to match Ludwig’s creation, we should be good. Now that you’re coming, we could play the role of grandmother and granddaughters.”
“Kitty’s not confident.”
“I know, she has anger though...”
“Kitty needs this for her own empowerment.” Aja nodded her head slowly as if silently agreeing to my statement.
“I thought so too.”
“Then we do this, all of us together,” Aja agreed.
After so much argument from Deon and Jakobe, they begrudgingly agreed. Kitty was relieved by the thought of being away from the clubhouse for a little while.
“Priya? Who’s Brittney? That’s three men.” I chuckled at Jakobe’s question as the three ‘secret weapons’ were frisked by The Road Warriors muscle and ushered into the compound.
“Brittney, Mr Biker man, was my alias.”
“Darlings... how are you both?”
Ludwig was a short man, barely pushing 5ft, and elegantly sported shoulder-length blonde hair, straightened to perfection. Some coloured contact always covered his soft blue eyes, and today, it was blood red. He wore an eccentric brightly coloured flowered shirt, buttoned to the top, and bright pink denim jeans with white loafers. It looked odd, but Ludwig pulled it off. We use to utilise his skills a lot, and no one knew his identity apart from Ovella, Dad and me. My father always said it was because if we need to be hidden, Ludwig could make us invisible, and for any criminal, being invisible, was a perfect thing.
Our mission was risky, Deon had sent ahead some of the newest recruits that had not been previously mentioned in the profile details, mainly due to their low ranking, they did a lot of shit jobs, but not as shit as prospects. The Road Warriors men were staying above the casino, in the suites. They would be our back up, should we require it, with the rest of the gang to be waiting just outside of town but within reaching distance if it was necessary.
With Frazier’s men watching our movements, Boomer was to rig up two bombs, to go off simultaneously at two warehouse locations, to draw The Mafia’s men away from our gates so that we could leave inconspicuously. The Old Ladies and whores were being left behind, protected by the prospects, to make it look as though we were all still at the compound, having a party.
Would it work? We weren’t sure, but we had to try, right? I felt awful that what started as revenge on my father had now implicated all of these innocent people.
The anxiety that rolled through everybody was suffocating. Jakobe left our room, since us women and three secret weapons crowded inside to prepare, choosing to stay in Leighton’s bedroom.
Caveman is such an incredible man; I understood his need to be near his son too, Leighton was not handling the breakup and abortion well, now it will be made worse when we leave as he stayed behind.
This would be a long couple of days, especially with all of us four requiring a full makeover, but Ludwig was confident he could pull it off. With the assistance of his boyfriend, Tiny, who was anything but ‘tiny’. The man was a 6ft tall, chocolate skinned God with black eyes and built like a brick shit house. Along with their apprentice Joshua, a very petite looking Mexican man, who I actually speculated was once a woman, we had our bases covered. Now, to transform all of us into blonde-haired, blue-eyed, sexy foxes.
And for me to reconnect with my inner bitch - Brittney.