31 - Who Am I?

Miller, I need you to look into something. – Dom
The sun had already gone down, and the air was chilly when Dom approached the gates of the Cajuns compound. She stopped and removed her driving glasses as the prospect approached her.
“Worm called me. I need to talk to her.”
“We don’t have a Worm.”
“She’s a guest. Tell Gator that Dom from the Saints is here.”
Pulling out his phone, he relayed the message before pushing open the rolling gate. Dom parked where she was told and met Gator on the front porch.
“I need to see the Worm.”
“You got here quick.” Gator said shaking her hand.
“I was in Biloxi for work.” Dom replied in her typical bored monotone voice. “Get your brothers and the Worm.”
He bristled at being ordered around and started to say so when she pulled a knife out and pinned a large venomous spider to the wooden post by his head.
“Don’t like those things.” Dom said pulling the knife out and shaking the carcass off.
He had heard stories about this woman. Saw her attack Allison and no one interfered. In fact, Trigg had simply told his daughter to behave, he wouldn’t be able to stop Dom if she decided his child needed to die.
The woman in question walked past him and into the living room. He followed her and called church. Then he went to find Camille.
As he headed for the hallway to Camille’s room, he stopped and looked at his Vice, “Stone, take our guest out to the chapel.”
Stone nodded and then motioned for her to follow him and the other brothers. Most of them were already here having heard about Darkness being arrested.
Gator entered the outbuilding with Camille and looked around doing a headcount. Zydeco made a hand motion letting him know that everyone was present. Camille moved into the hug that Dom offered.
“I wasn’t sure…”
“You say the safe word, and I come to you.” Dom told her quietly. “I talked to Celt, I need more details.”
Camille nodded. She sat in the chair that Gator offered her and then looked at Dom. Her eyes were filled with unshed tears.
“Why did Darkness come back when he wasn’t supposed to?” Gator asked before Dom could say anything.
“I talked to Priss around noon. She told me about Momma Becks.” Camille whispered and Dom nodded. “When I talked to Darkness, he could tell I was upset. I told him that I would tell him about it when he got back.”
“When did he get here?” Dom asked her as she handed her the four plastic cards that she always used.
Camille knew the routine and placed the green card on top. “About midnight, maybe a little earlier. Definitely no earlier than eleven thirty.”
“What did he say?” Dom asked.
“Midnight pancakes.” Camille smiled and gave a little laugh at Dom’s arched eyebrow. “It’s our thing. Midnight pancakes when neither one of us can sleep and he’s here. We go to IHOP because we can talk and laugh and whatever without worrying about waking up the sleepers.”
“What did you talk about that night?”
“Momma Becks. He asked if I needed to go home, told me that he would take me home whenever I needed to go.”
Dom noticed that Camille was fidgeting with the cards. They were in dangerous territory; she would have to tread carefully.
“What’s going on with you two?” Gator asked.
Yellow card placed on top, Dom nodded in understanding and the green card returned.
“What did you say about going home?” Dom asked.
“No. Classes just started. Besides, we were flying home just a few weeks after that.”
“How long were you there?”
“Got there around midnight, a little after, he dropped me off at the gate around one thirty.”
“Dropped you at the gate?” Dom asked and the red card moved to the top. She gave a soft hmmm as Camille blushed.
“So, was I not supposed to see the serious make out session on the back of his bike?” Peanut smirked.
Dom saw the black card start to come out as the young man spoke. With very little effort, a knife flew across the room and buried itself in the wall almost to the hilt. The guard at the hilt brushed his ear as it came to a stop.
“Next one goes in your eye, you won’t see anything after that.” Dom warned without taking her eyes off Camille. “Tell me where you are, baby girl.”
“Chapel at the Cajuns compound.” She whispered.
“Who am I?” It was a simple question. One Dom used frequently. If Camille said Dom, they would continue. If she said Mistress, she would stop and not continue until Camille felt safe again.
Camille swallowed just before she found her voice. “Dom.” The answer was soft but firm. The black card went back to the bottom of the stack.
“Good girl. Such a brave girl.” Dom reached out and caressed the younger woman’s cheek. “Are you okay to answer a few more questions?”
“Yes.” Camille said as her face was tipped upwards.
After swiping away a stray tear, Dom let go of Camille’s face and leaned back against the table.
“Who paid?”
“He did. Credit card at the register. He also bought a gift card for the old man that comes in for coffee. The night shift let him take a bird bath in the bathroom and sleep on the bench on the back wall.”
“Any other regulars there?”
“It was supposed to be Danisha’s night off. She didn’t have a sitter; her son was sleeping in one of the booths.”
“Does he have a toll tag?”
Camille nodded. “He has the GeauxPass and the Texas tag.”
“Good.” Dom smiled. “Know of anyone that would want to fuck with him like this?”
“No.” Camille said honestly.
Dom caught the little uncomfortable movement from Gator. The man knew something. And he needed to talk fast, she needed to get back on the road.
“What do you know?” Dom asked pinning the president with her cold gray eyes.
“It’s what he is rather than who he is.” Gator admitted and a look of understanding crossed Camille’s face.
“We saw Brotherhood colors the other day.” Camille said. “He said that he saw them in Austin too.”
“Why is he telling you about-.”
“Just because I’m young doesn’t mean I don’t know things.” Camille said standing and confronting Gator. “Maybe you would like to hear how many people we buried because of the Brotherhood. Or the fact that they targeted old ladies and kids. Maybe you want to hear about how they killed Sinner, his wife, their two boys and nearly killed his daughter.”
“I’m the one that saw the colors.” Camille was pissed and Dom couldn’t help but grin.
“Get out of my face.” Gator warned.
“Worm.” Dom warned shaking her head.
“My family lost a lot to them.” Camille whispered as tears slid down her cheeks. “I won’t lose him to them also.”
Gator softened as he saw the anger being replaced by fear. He pulled her to him and held her to his chest. As a sob escaped her, she wrapped her arms around him.
“It’s OK, Cher.” He soothed her as she cried.
“Worm, got your colors?” Dom asked pulling out a large knife from the sheath on her thigh to clean out her fingernails.
Camille mumbled a quiet yeah as she pulled away from Gator and swiped at her eyes.
“Good.” She said, putting the blade back. “It stays on you from now on. Pack a go bag. I call, you go where I say. Go about your life like usual.”
Dom pressed a spot right in front of her right ear. “Miller, I need the address for the Brotherhood here and president’s name. Just text it. I’ll be out of here in about ten.”
The mysterious *Miller* would provide the woman with all the information on the local group that she would need. None of the Saints asked about *Miller* or how she spoke to him with the little bump under the small scar just in front of her ear.
When she was done talking, she released the spot and grinned at Camille. The younger woman moved into her arms and heavily tattooed hands gently held her.
“Know what I like about Louisiana? Alligators and swamps make disposing of bodies so much easier.”
Camille giggled softly. “You’re crazy.”
“I know.” Dom kissed the dirty blonde hair. “Makes life more interesting. We’ll get him back.”
“Careful or you’ll lose your reputation.”
“Nah. Someday, I’ll get you on a cross and your skin will be pink from my whips and your thighs slick with come.” Dom lowered her head to the younger woman’s ear before softly adding. “Or maybe you’d like someone else doing it.”
The image of Darkness doing that to her made Camille blush as a tremor ran through her.