60 - Sid's Anger

*Camille, don’t think that because you’re a sub that you’re weak. Some of the strongest women I know are submissive in the bedroom. – Dom*
Sid looked at her husband after he and the other presidents told Camille to sit down. “If you’re planning on ever getting laid ever again in the rest of your natural life, you better seriously reconsider your fucking actions.”
Trigg looked down at his wife in surprise, “Sid –“
“Don’t you dare fucking ‘Sid’ me,” she hissed. “You said that you would let her make her own choices and decisions.”
Sitting down he let out a deep breath. “I will, but….”
“There are no buts, Trigg. You either let her make her own decisions and choices or you don’t.” she motioned with her head to where their daughter sat. “Look at her, Trigg. She’s hurting, and you’re making it worse. If she wants to find comfort with Darkness, that’s a decision that they need to make, not us.”
Camille sat with her head down, chewing on her nails. Even from several tables away, her parents knew her well enough to see the signs of her fighting back tears. Trigg dropped his head to his hands and muttered an apology.
“What the hell are you apologizing to me for? You didn’t just put a virtual chastity belt on me. Do you have a convent picked out for her yet?”
“Sidney, I screwed up.”
Sid watched as Camille’s back straightened and her hand fell to her lap. Anger was taking over. Her own lineage was almost pure Dutch, her father’s mother had been pregnant with him when she immigrated. Trigg was Scandinavian and Scottish. Camille’s silent temper was legendary.
She didn’t yell and rail like her siblings could. She got deadly quiet. Deadly being the word. She had a tendency to shoot off the balls of the targets at the gun range. Or pin them with a throwing knife. With that thought, Sid looked for Dom.
Dom typically looked bored, no matter what was going on. Anger was clearly evident on her face. Even Whip and Emily had moved away from her, leaving only Dom at the table. Angry, cold, gray eyes were on Brute while the white-knuckled tattooed fist was wrapped around the handle of a knife that was now buried to the hilt in the table.
“I need to make this right,” Trigg said as he stood up and offered his wife a hand.
Placing her hand in his, she let him pull her to her feet and towards the table a half dozen away. Stopping at the table where Gator and Toad were talking. Although Sid was not sure how much of what they were saying was penetrating Camille’s mind, it was enough to anger her even more.
“- promised that we’d keep her safe and that’s what we’re going to do.” Gator assured the other president.
Camille looked up at her parents and met Trigg’s eyes. Sid swore in Dutch under her breath. This situation was going to take more than a simple apology to fix. If it could be fixed.
“Am I excused?” Camille asked Trigg just like she would do when she was little and in trouble. “Father?”
“Go,” Sid ordered before her husband could say something and make the situation worse.
Camille stood up and kept her father’s eyes until she was standing up straight. Her eyes shifted to Toad and Sid was glad to see the man squirm slightly. Good, she thought, he needs to be uncomfortable. Camille turned and looked over at Brute and Sid could see that he realized that he had hurt his goddaughter.
Her eyes moved back to her father and the president that she prospected under. In a deafening silence, Camille shrugged off her leather cut and let it fall. She obviously did not care if it landed on the chair or floor. Sid was certain that if it landed on the floor, her daughter would have stepped on it.
With her silent statement having been made, she made her way to the door with her head held high. Priscilla and the musketeers also dropped their cuts on the chair. Athos was the last to do so, waiting for the others to drop theirs until he roughly tossed his on top.
Toad’s face flushed with anger and his nostrils flared as he gave the younger man a warning. “Athos, take your cuts.”
“Not until my sister is treated as an equal and not as a subservient,” Athos replied, and the room was filled with agreements from the other Saints.
Trigg looked at Sid as she pulled away from him. Angrily, she shook her head at him as she blinked back angry tears. Unable to deal with her husband at that moment, she went to sit with the other woman whose anger might exceed her own.
“You okay?” Dom asked quietly as she reached over and rubbed the other woman’s back.
“I don’t know,” she answered honestly.
Dom nodded and pulled the twelve-inch blade out of the table as she stood up. “Come with me.”
“If I want to live?” Sid asked softly as she also stood.
Smirking, Dom gave a small chin lift to someone, but Sid wasn’t sure who. “I was thinking revenge, but sure, that works too.”
Dom grabbed Sid’s hand and gently tugged her towards the door. When Trigg called his wife’s name, Dom paused at the door to grin at him. “She’s mine tonight.”
Instead of taking the elevator up to the rooms, Dom took it down to a hidden club in the basement. She checked in at the desk and told the receptionist that she had a private cell already reserved and there would be another playmate joining them. Sid was not sure what she had just gotten herself into, but knew that consent was very important for Dom.
Unless she was going to kill you.
Trigg would be closer to being on the assassin’s list rather than herself. Therefore, Sid was not worried about getting killed. Or so she told herself.
Dom led her down the hall to a room that she entered a code into the keypad and opened the door. It was exactly what Sid expected to see. Blood red walls, white tiled floor and ceiling, black metal furniture and bright spotlights.
A metal Saint Andrew’s Cross stood on one side. On the far wall was padded with multiple anchors. What looked like a dog kennel was in one corner and a taller cage stood in the opposite corner with a hook hanging in the center of it. A padded barrel stood opposite the black Saint Andrew’s cross. A twin sized bed sat in the center of the room.
“Make yourself comfortable,” Dom motioned to the bed covered in only a black silk sheet.
When Sid sat near the headboard, she noticed the leather cuffs. “Oh…”
“Ten minutes ago, I would have told you that I respect your husband too much not to do anything here,” Dom admitted as she opened a hidden door in the wall. She stepped inside the attached room and then returned with three bottles of water. “Can’t guarantee that right now.”
“Same,” Sid admitted as she accepted the bottle.
Dom ran a fingertip along Sid’s cheek to her chin and tipped her face up. “You would look lovely strapped to the cross begging me to let you cum on my tongue.” A rough calloused thumb ran across Sid’s bottom lip causing her to gasp. Smiling, Dom slipped her thumb inside and Sid automatically closed her mouth on it and sucked. “Sweet girl, you’re walking a fine line right now.”
There was a knock on the door and Dom pulled her thumb out of Sid’s mouth. Chuckling, she smiled down at a confused looking Sid. “Saved by the bell.”
As Dom went to open the door, Sid drank down half the bottle of water, trying to drown her desire, confusion and anger. The door opened and Trevor ducked inside.
“I need you to hack a phone,” Dom said once the large man was inside.
“Okay, what do you need?”
“I need Trigg to send a message,” Dom said as she offered him a bottle of water.
He nodded his thanks and acknowledgement. “My computer is upstairs.”
“Sid will let you know when,” she said motioning to the other woman. “When she tells you, you’re going to send a message to the other presidents telling them that Trigg and Sid want to see them in room thirteen-twenty-four.”
“Whose room is that?” Sid asked.
“It’s my other room.” Dom gave her a knowing smile. “Don’t ask too many questions.”
“Wasn’t going to ask any,” Sid admitted.
“Good, go check on your daughter,” Dom asked. “When you know she’s good, text your husband that you want to talk.”
Dom looked at Trevor, “Block their phones. I don’t want anything going through that I don’t approve.”
“Come on, Sid, I’ll walk you up,” Trevor offered.