33 - Austin

I’ve been told to stay away from the investigation. Can’t even ask about it. - Isaac
It was early the following morning when Dom rolled up to the Renegades clubhouse compound just outside of Austin, Texas. False dawn was just breaking as Trigg walked over to the gate and helped the prospect push the gate open. She rolled through and parked where Roscoe pointed.
Killing off the engine, Dom flung her leg over the bike and stood up. She stretched her back and removed her helmet. Adjusting her long teal and black braid, she sat the helmet on the seat and headed over to where Trigg was approaching her.
“How’s my baby girl?” Trigg asked as they met in the partially lit parking lot.
“What do you want to know?” she asked as he stopped in front of her. Rubbing her neck, she cracked it loudly and he cringed slightly. “She’s hurting. Afraid of losing him.”
“I told that boy-.”
“Trigg.” Sid warned softly as she joined them.
He growled his disappointment as they each slipped an arm around the other.
“He’ll come when he’s ready.” Sid said laying her head on his chest.
“You going to her?” Dom asked.
“Yeah, Werewolf flew us down last night. Some of us are staying here, the rest are about to head out.” He confirmed the plans as Knuckles and Cookie walked up to them. “Should be there sometime around late morning.”
Dom nodded looking at her watch. “Traffic in Houston is going to be bitch. But going straight through will be faster than going around.”
Cookie handed over some keys to Trigg. “Blue cruiser.”
Trigg nodded and kissed his wife’s head. “I’m going to our girl. You do your thing.”
She looked up and smiled at him. “Bullshit, I’m going with you.”
He leaned down and gave her a light kiss. “Of course you are.”
“Come on.” Sid said walking towards the bike. “I need to see your baby girl.”
“Go.” Dom ordered the other Saints with a chin lift. “I got things to do here.”
“Get him out.” Trigg demanded before walking away.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say he likes the guy.” Knuckles chuckled.
“Score another one for team black.” Cookie said as he and Knuckles exchanged a fist bump.
“Only if he’s cashed those cards of hers,” Knuckles laughed as they also went to their borrowed bikes.
“I don’t want to hear anything about my little girl’s cards!” Trigg informed them as his wife roared with laughter.
The travel bags were strapped to the back of the bikes and then the engines fired up. They waved at the small group that had moved to the large front porch of the two-story clubhouse as they rolled past the building and out of the gate. Roscoe watched as the gate was closed and secured before turning his attention to the woman who scared him.
Not that he would show any shame in fearing this woman. Even her *friends* admitted to being scared of her. And her obsession with blood. And knives. Remembering how she had easily shaved the head of one of Mary’s prospects after Evie was shot made him shiver in fear.
The woman admitted to working with the Aranya and their business of human trafficking. He never asked what Dom did to get the confession.
Dom met Werewolf, Roscoe and Celt at the door. “Can’t stay long. Still on a job in Biloxi. But I can do some of your dirty work.”
“Biloxi?” Werewolf grinned. He knew that she hated working in the south. It had been in the south that she had tortured and killed her brother-in-law. The ring of pedophiles was steadily being thinned.
But just as quickly as she and her team eliminated one, another one crawled out of the woodwork.
“Yeah. Got me a dog in a cage.” She gave a small little grin that cased the men around her to cringe a little. “A little bit of time on his own will make him talk a little easier.”
“Our lawyers will be here around nine.” Roscoe said as he opened the door.
She nodded as she entered the building. “I’ll be scarce. Camille call you?” She glanced at Celt.
“Yeah.” Celt said as they settled in the main room. “Have an investigator checking with IHOP and the waitress.”
“Dom,” one of Evie’s fathers said as he offered a hand.
“Which one are you?” she asked grabbing the hand with her tattooed one.
“I’m Isaac, the oldest.” He grinned at her as she looked at his military haircut and clean-cut face.
“The cop,” she said, and he nodded. Releasing his hand, she looked at Werewolf, “Which investigator?”
Werewolf grinned at the lawyer and fellow Saint as Celt handed over a ten dollar bill to the oldest of the three Tomlinson triplets, “The plane flew Carl out there after dropping us off. Darkness already gave us an auth for his credit card records. Should have those later today.”
“What was the bet?” Dom asked.
“If you would know which one he was,” Celt admitted.
Cold gray eyes that looked bored turned towards Isaac. “Isaac Michael Tomlinson.” She then gave a brief rundown of his life and career. This included his date of birth, parents’ names, children’s names and ages and number of grandchildren. She then stated his rank and MOS from the army and current rank and position in the Travis County Sheriff’s Department.
Grinning, Celt held his hand back out and Isaac placed the ten-dollar bill back in his hand.
“Why didn’t Trigg and them fly out?” Roscoe asked after clearing his throat and the Saints all chuckled.
“Trigg needed the ride to calm himself,” Celt grinned. “Don’t let all that bluster fool you. He likes that man for his little girl.”
“I heard that he was okay with the back hallway,” Dom grinned as she watched a scantily clad woman cross the room from one hallway to the stairs next to another.
“Yeah,” Werewolf chuckled, “what did Clay call it?”
“A non-participatory foursome.” Celt chuckled.
At the confused look on the Renegades’ faces, the Saints laughed even harder.
“Care to elaborate?” Isaac asked.
“Nope, not going to yuck her yum,” Werewolf said with a grin. “Not my thing, but hey, what do you expect when her parents are siblings.”
Isaac and Roscoe looked at each other, obviously debating if they should ask about this. Dom did not give them a chance as she pulled out her phone and looked at her notes on the screen.
“Roscoe, do you know Rhonda Bell?” she asked, and he thought for a moment.
“That name is not ringing a,” he chuckled as he realized what he was saying, “not ringing a bell.”
“That’s Millie.” Isaac supplied. He grinned at the president’s look of surprise. Most people thought that *Millie* was a nickname for Amelia or Mildred. Not for the millions of dicks she has serviced. Although Roscoe knew that it was not a shortened name, he had never thought about what her real name actually was.
“Why would Millie accuse anyone of rape? She’s always been more than willing to spread her legs.” Roscoe wondered out loud.
“Because she’s spreading them for the Brotherhood now.” Dom suggested. “Know where I can find her?”
Roscoe nodded. “She works in the back of one of the local bars.”
Dom nodded as another woman appeared and piqued her interest. “You got a rack I can use for a few hours? Then I’ll go have a woman to woman talk with her.”
“You mean woman to fist?” Celt grinned.
“Nope. She’s got to look pristine when she recants her lies.” Dom said before she stood and stretched.
“And after?” Werewolf asked.
She gave a small shrug, “Wasn’t my man she lied about.”