61 - Room 1324

*All I want is to be treated like any other patch. Honestly, I don’t know why that is so damned difficult. – Camille*
Trigg looked over as Toad suddenly fell backwards. Before he could register what happened, a large fist knocked him off his feet. The chair that Gator was sitting in, tipped backwards and he joined the two Saint’s presidents on the floor.
“What the hell-“
Brute did not get to finish his statement before he was also on the floor. All four men looked up at a very angry Molly.
“If any of you *ever* disrespect a patch again like you four just did, I will remove you from your position, *permanently*.”
Rubbing his jaw, Trigg understood exactly what the angry man just threatened. Other then Dom, Molly could make a body disappear without any issues. The pigs would be fed and sent to slaughter, all evidence of their deaths would find its way onto a grill or griddle somewhere in the world.
His best bet would be to hope to make it to the pig’s belly. If he was going to be fed to the pigs, he wanted to end up being bacon.
Trigg nodded his understanding at Molly as did the other three when those angry blue eyes were aimed at them. No one stood to stop Molly, not even the enforcers or vices. When Molly turned and walked away, everyone moved out of his way as he headed for his pretties and the rest of their family.
Even more telling, no one moved to help the four men to stand back up. Even when Gator reached out to grab Zydeco’s chair to pull himself up, the vice stood up and walked away. The Cajuns’ president fell back on his ass and the chair smacked him in the face. He swore in Creole as he placed the chair back upright.
“Well, fuck,” Brute grumbled. “I’m never going to live that down.”
“I think that’s the least of your problems,” Darkness said looking down at the four men. His anger was clearly written on his features and dripped from his voice. “And since I’m not allowed to help *my woman* because of you fuckers, I’ll go confine myself to my room.”
“Darkness,” Trigg called out from where he still sat on the floor.
“Don’t!” the larger man warned as he turned back to the four presidents. “I kept my hands to myself as long as I could. When you told me to show up on your doorstep, I did. Then you changed the rules and said it did not count, and I accepted that. You told me to have a plan to take care of her after she graduates, and I do. I even plan to move away from my club for her.”
“I don’t see why, though. She earned her patch, but you don’t treat her like an equal.” With that declaration, he stormed off and left the ballroom.
The four men made it to their feet, with no help from anyone else in the room. When they sat down at the table where the Cajuns had been, the few that were still there stood and left.
“You ever do something and afterwards you wonder if it was the right decision?” Trigg asked.
“Oh, yeah,” Brute agreed. “I’ve never seen my little Worm so mad at me.”
“I’ve never seen her so hurt,” Toad mumbled as he rubbed his jaw and wondered where his wife was going. “I’m just glad she didn’t have a gun.”
The other two Saints gave sounds of agreement. Before anything else could be said, Triggs’ phone lit up with a message from his wife. *We need to talk, room 1324*
“I’m hoping that this is my daughter’s room, and I can go apologize.” Trigg grabbed his phone and stood up. He rapped his knuckles on the table as he left.
Trigg went to the elevator bank, and one opened just as he reached out to push the button. There was no one in it and no one around the elevator. There was a little tingle at the back of his mind, but then he remembered that Dom did not deal with electronics.
If she did, there was no way that he would get on the elevator. At least he wouldn’t go to the pigs.
He had plenty of time to think about what Dom would do to him and how she would dispose of his body. The elevator went really… fucking… slow… And it stopped at every floor, but the doors never opened.
Once again, the little tingling feeling was back.
At the thirteenth floor, the door finally opened for him to step out. He looked at the sign on the wall and turned towards the left to go to the room his wife had indicated. Aramis stood outside the room, and he opened the door. Trigg entered and looked around expecting to find his wife.
The click behind him sounded ominous as he pulled his phone out and sent his wife a message. *Where you at?* The little circle under the message took a long time to show that the message was sent.
As he waited for a response, he walked around the small room, opening the drawers and searching for a remote. He was going back through the drawers when the door opened again.
“Babe, where’s the remote?” Trigg asked without looking towards the door.
“Not a clue, sweetheart,” Toad replied. “Snookums?”
“I’m Puddin’ Cup,” Brute chuckled, “you must be Snookums.”
“I must be,” Gator replied dryly.
Trigg turned and looked at the other men. “Where the hell is my wife?”
The door opened a third time, they watched as Sid stepped inside and headed straight for her husband.
“Sid, babe, I need your help-“
“You’re on your own,” Sid shook her head. “As far as I’m concerned, she can go fuck her way through the clubhouse. You had no problems with some of your other daughters doing that.” She turned and jabbed manicured fingers into Toad and Brute’s chests. “You two sure as hell didn’t have a problem with your sons fucking anything that spread their legs.”
“Sid,” Trigg pleaded.
“NO!” she yelled as she turned back on her husband. “Do you know why Camille wanted to go to college *anywhere* but close to home? You! And you!” she poked Trigg and then Toad in their chests before turning and pointing at Brute. “And you! The three of you have practically put her in a fucking chastity belt!”
“It has nothing to do with what happens in the back hallway, or her insomnia. She’s a fucking virgin and she holds the reigning title of Deep Throat Queen because she can swallow a fourteen-inch cloned willie. Karan can’t even do that to the real one!”
Sid took a deep breath and swiped the tears off her cheeks. “You didn’t have to tell her not to have sex, none of the Saints or Eagles would ever consider it with her. They’ve all protected her like their own daughter or sister since she was little. It wasn’t like with Priss because Molly and the pretties made sure that she knew she was free to do what she wanted.”
“But you guys treated Camille like she’s a damned porcelain doll, one that’s cracked and will break with the slightest touch. She gets in the damned ring with an MMA fighter. You taught her to shoot not just with your damned rifle but a fucking musket! I *know* how hard that is. I’m lucky if I can hit a target one out of a hundred times.”
Angry eyes were then aimed at Gator. “And you are just as bad!” Sid walked over and shoved him. “Would you tell any of your men to keep themselves in their room while they’re in Vegas?”
“No…”
“Right! Men can walk around and fuck whatever they want, but women need to stay home, keep their legs crossed and remain virgins,” with an angry laugh, she stalked back to the door. “Well, tables have been turned.”
At the door, she knocked, and it opened for her to leave.
“What the hell?” Trigg asked and followed his wife. Turning the handle, he yanked, and the door remained closed. He flipped the lock, but the door remained locked and closed. He pounded on the door, and it opened.
“Dom.”
He knew that he should have listened to that little voice in the back of his head.
“Evening gents,” she stepped inside, and the door closed. Leaning against the wooden door, she removed the long blade from the sheath against her thigh. She grinned at them as she toyed with the blade.
Brute stepped forward, “What-“
“What’s going on? So glad you asked.” She grinned. “I’ll give you an option, you be my playmate for an hour, or you suffer the same punishment you gave Worm.”
“She’s not being punished,” Brute said.
“Not?” Dom chuckled. “Then neither are you.”