62 - Grounded

*Just the fact that you assholes are uncomfortable will get me worked up. – Dom*
“Dom, move the fuck out of the way,” Trigg ordered.
She cocked an eyebrow at him and smirked. “Or what?” she gave a small chuckle. “You’re going to make me?”
“Dom…” Toad warned.
“You fuckers seem to forget that I don’t give a fuck about that presidential patch on the cuts. I’ve taken orders from much higher presidents. I’ve also tortured much higher than you.”
“Cher, we understand that we overreacted,” Gator pleaded.
She chuckled, “Overreacted? Okay, I’ll accept that. Are you willing to go and apologize to Camille?”
They all agreed and asked for Dom to let them go to the room where Camille was.
“Let me see if I have this right,” she shifted her knife to shave off hang nail on one of her fingers, “you want to insult her, banish her to her room where she had to be guarded like someone who broke a major rule and treat her like a child. And do it all in *front* of the clubs – her home club, the club that is hosting her, the sister club and the host club here – so now two- hundred or so brothers and their families all see her as less than.”
Dom slid the long knife back into the sheath and removed a throwing knife from underneath her cut and began to flip it in the air.
“But you want to admit that your wrong and apologize behind closed doors,” she gave a dry laugh. “No. if you want to call everyone back to the ballroom, get on your knees and beg for forgiveness, I’m down for that.”
The four of them shifted uncomfortably. They were all what could be called Alpha males. There was no way that they could do what she had just proposed.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” she shook her head. “What makes you think that she needs this level of overprotectiveness?”
“She’s my daughter,” Trig pointed out.
“I don’t remember you stopping your other five daughters from fucking around. I personally have watched two of your other daughters get gang banged in the main room of the Place. So, try again.”
“She’s my goddaughter,” Brute declared.
“If you’ll remember, I stood next to you during the water ceremony.” She reminded him. “Which one of us knows her secret sexual desires?”
“Everyone knows about the back hallway.” Toad smirked.
“Yup, everyone knows about her voyeur fetish and that she loves to watch a good blow job,” shrugging, she gave a small laugh. “I said secret. Hell, I don’t think that even Darkness knows. Maybe he needs a little nudge.”
“Cher,” Gator tried, “I have a teenaged girl living in my clubhouse. I need to know that she’s safe.”
“I’ll give you that,” she pointed her knife at Gator. “But Papi, she has Tink. That dog failed out of K9 training. He was deemed too aggressive. He ripped apart a Redman suit.”
“And you gave that to my daughter?” Trigg demanded.
“Sure as hell did. Do you think that I would do anything to hurt that little girl? I get off on inflicting pain, on having control, on holding someone’s life in my hand. Hell, some of the best orgasms I’ve ever had were while I was riding a guy and watching him die. I admit it all.”
The four men gaped at her in shock. They knew that she was screwed up in the head, but nothing had prepared them for that declaration.
“But I don’t *need* to protect her. We’ve given her the tools that she needs to protect herself. And she’s a smart girl. She graduated a year early. She’s been on the Dean’s List every semester that she’s been in college. And she’s the youngest of nine kids. She grew up in clubhouses. She knows how to take care of herself.”
Dom looked from one man to the next, meeting their eyes until they squirmed under the cold gray stare.
“You fuckers need to start trusting her, and your men. It wasn’t any of your men who tried to rape her. You need to trust them too. Until then, go fuck yourselves.”
She pushed off from the wall and turned towards the door.
“Dom, let us out of here,” Trigg pleaded softly.
“An hour as my playmate, public apology or experience the same punishment that you issued.”
“I didn’t mean to punish her,” Brute told the assassin, “Just to protect her.”
“Well, you failed in both. She earned that patch. She did her ride time; she did the bullshit jobs, and she never questioned anything that she was told to do. And yet none of you treat her like a patch. If I remember, she was the only unanimous vote. It’s time for you to start following your men’s examples.”
She knocked on the door and it was opened for her to leave. The door closed behind her leaving the presidents in a silent room.
“How the hell are we locked in here?” Trigg demanded.
“Electronic locks,” Toad pointed out. “Most likely, it’s Trevor or one of her henchmen that hacked it.”
“She really kill someone while they were fucking?” Gator asked.
“Yup,” Trigg answered as he went to sit on the bed. He had already been through the room searching for a remote, but now he actually looked at the room.
The wall behind the only bed was padded all the way to the ceiling and the cloth matched the sandy color of the paint on the walls. Maroon and sandy colored pillows with gold trim sat on the bed covered by a maroon and gold brocade comforter. The dresser, nightstands and table were dark brown wood. A small cabinet held a dorm sized refrigerator and small microwave with a tiny coffee pot on a shelf between the two.
Gray carpet tiles covered the floor with similarly colored tiles in the bathroom area. A long cream-colored AC unit sat in front of the long window that was flanked by dark maroon curtains. A TV hung over the long dresser, but without a remote, it was useless.
“Where are the chairs?” Brute asked standing next to the table.
“Where’s this chair?” Gator asked as he stood in an empty corner, the toe of his boot digging into a divot caused by the chair that was no longer there.
Toad walked over and knocked on the door. It opened and he found himself staring at Dom as she sat quite comfortably in a maroon wingback chair. Looking at Knuckles who held the door, a cheap kitchen table chair made from dark wood and with cream colored padding. A large Renegade sat in a matching chair on the other side of the door.
“Something that we can do for you?” Dom asked with an amused smile.
Toad stepped back and tried to slam the door. The closer slowed the progress until Knuckles grabbed it and pulled it close.
“I found the chairs,” Toad declared.
“Might as well make a good situation of this shit,” Brute walked over to the refrigerator and found it to be completely empty. “Were your fridges filled?”
“Yeah, whole damned minibar in there,” Trigg said as he laid his head back and closed his eyes.
“Nothing here,” Brute grumbled as he searched for the plastic and Styrofoam cups that were always in hotel rooms.
Swearing under his breath he headed for the door himself and knocked. The Cajun opened it and Dom sat in the chair, pouring a bottle of water into a clear plastic cup with the hotel logo printed on it.
“Can I help you?” She downed the rest of the bottle and dropped it in the trashcan next to her stolen chair.
“I’m thirsty.”
The Cajun looked at Dom and she grinned and gave him a nod. After receiving permission, he looked back at Brute and offered his hand. “Hi, Thirsty, I’m Peanut.”
“Fucking asshole,” Brute declared as he also tried to slam the door.
Gator picked up the phone receiver and dialed for room service. He ordered a large meal, two six packs, a bottle of Mezcal and another of whiskey.
They all squished together on the bed and Toad downloaded the app to control the TV. He turned on the TV and joined the others.
YOU’RE GROUNDED
NO TV FOR YOU
The messages flashed on the screen no matter what channel the TV was on.
“God damn it!” Brute yelled.
“She’s won,” Trigg said from where he settled in and decided to get some sleep. “Dom *always* wins.”
“At least we have room service coming,” Gator smirked.
Thirty long minutes later, their phones lit up with pictures from the musketeers. The five friends were enjoying the room service that Gator had ordered.
*Thanks for the nom noms!* Priscilla told them.
Chuckling, Trigg pointed to the game sitting on the bed behind the friends, “Is that a game of Trivial Pursuit?”