71 - Gun Range

_If you, Alana and Siobhan want to continue to have sex lives, get dad, Brute and Toad the fuck out of mine. - Camille_



Thursday night was church night. And that worked out perfectly for Camille.



On Sunday afternoon, after they got back from having lunch with Momma Dee, Camille called her mom. Sid promised to get with the other women and then call her back. It wasn’t until after they hung up that Camille got a text that had her laughing.



_Even if Alana is not fucking Brute, she will still have a sex life._



Sid then listed out several brothers that she knew for certain that the other woman was seeing. Although the term seeing was being used very loosely. Camille had replied that as far as she knew, but she had also been gone for nearly two years, Alana was only seeing Brute, Ryder and her neighbors across the street.



_Check with Karan for verification_



But then her mother responded with a statement that she laughed at and completely agreed with.



_Not checking with anyone about Alana’s sex life. I’m not old enough to hear see that shit_



Camille knew that the other women were aware of the request because they sent a few messages on Sunday. The Mother House had their church meetings on Monday night, her dad had his on Tuesdays and Toad had them on Wednesday. After each meeting, she received messages from each president, vice and enforcer that the brothers were warned.



On Thursday afternoon, her phone rang after her last class, and it was a call with all three presidents on the other end of the line. Having anticipated the call, she was at a local dog park allowing Tink to run around while she got updated on everything that they had to tell her.



After ending the call, she sat on the bench fuming with anger. The officers were no longer sending ‘reports’ to any of the Saints, but some of the Cajuns’ brothers were. And so were some of the old ladies.



Her phone started dinging with incoming messages. Names of the Cajuns and old ladies and who they were sending their ‘updates’ to were listed for her. Some of the names did not surprise her, but others did.



The silent anger that she was known for back home settled around her. If she were back home, even the musketeers would be searching for cover. Giving a command in German, she headed for the gate and Tink joined her.



Camille sent a message to her coach stating that she did not feel well and was headed home. It was not a complete lie. It was not the complete truth either.



She had taken her Jeep today and on her way home, called her mom. Sid knew better than to try to calm her down.



Pissed did not even begin to explain how Camille felt.



And when her mother found out how deep the betrayal went, she was angry for her youngest child. By the time that she arrived at the Cajuns clubhouse, the calmness settled in around her and Sid had to remind her not to shed any blood.



With a promise of no bloodshed, or at least for it to be minimal, Camille parked in her spot and headed into the house. With a terse command, she sent Tink to go find Rosie.



The old ladies that were sitting in the main room watched as she stormed through on her way to her room. When she came back down the hall, she was not in her pajamas as usual. She still wore her jeans and t-shirt, and now wore her Saints cut and a hip holster with a gun and two extra clips on the belt.



Going through the back door leading out to the gun range, Camille let the door slam shut behind her. The brothers turned to see a very pissed off Camille walking towards them drawing her weapon.



She aimed as she approached the shooting line. Emptying the first clip into the first target, she effortlessly changed clips before emptying it into the next target. She did the same with the third clip and the last target.



“Cher?” Gator asked as she holstered her gun.



“Just got off the phone with my mom.” She said, her body almost vibrating with anger. “It seems you’re not the only one reporting my activities to my dad and Toad.”



“When, where, who, how I have sex is none of their fucking business. And unless you’re involved, it’s none of yours either. That,” she pointed at the targets, “will be the next fucking son of a bitch that reports a goddamned thing about what’s going on with my pussy.”



“No offense, little girl,” Peanut snickered, “might be a little more intimidating if you hit the target.”



Camille looked at him with an evil gleam in her eyes and a slow smile. “I hit exactly where I was aiming.”



Turning back to the targets, she reached under the back of her cut. They all heard the slight pop of a snap being undone. Withdrawing a thin throwing knife, she flipped it before hurling it at the middle target. It sank into the plywood behind the target.



As all the men gulped and stared at the knife hilt buried in the crotch of the target, she walked back to the clubhouse. The old ladies and club girls parted for her to pass. Tink pulled away from Rosie and nudged Camille’s hand.



“What the fuck did you boys do?” Danielle asked and Camille let go of the door and stepped up in front of her.



“Don’t act innocent.” Camille warned. “I know everyone who called or texted any of the fucking Saints.”



Danielle’s eyes widened, and her mouth made a surprised O. A few of the other old ladies fidgeted nervously.



“Are you going to shoot us too?” Peanut’s wife, Vivian, asked.



“I’m not that nice.” Camille spit out before yanking the door open and she and Tink went inside.



“You really want to know what she would do?” Rosie asked with a knowing grin. The old ladies nodded, and the club girls snickered.



“She would do the same thing that you’re doing. You called her dad to tell him that Darkness stayed in her room last night. She would call your dad to tell him who fucked you last.”



“And how you took it.” Candi added. “She knows all of our preferences.”



“And keeps us stocked up on condoms and lube.” Gloria smirked. “You were all so scared of offending her and thinking that because she’s young she’s fucking innocent, that you never really got to know her.”



“She doesn’t sleep. She sits in a corner and watches people.” Rosie laughed. “Camille knows which one of you girls comes to see us. Who is taking more than one dick at a time. Who’s getting dick on the down low.”



“And yes, she can get your parents' phone number.” Candi said, and the other girls laughed at an inside joke. “Or your boss. Or kids. Or whoever.”



With a shake of her head, Rosie led the girls through the door leading to their rooms. Gator motioned for the old ladies to leave also.



“Hey, dad.” Swamp Thang said to Gator. “She shot the balls off the target. With a hell of a grouping.”



“This one too.” Santa laughed.



“I advise no one reporting to Toad or Trigg unless it’s something important. Like life-threatening or some shit like that.”



The door that led out to the upper deck of the house opened, and they turned to see Camille step out with a custom M39 EMR, or Enhanced Marksman Rifle, that the Marnes used. She chambered a round and aimed at the gun range. The suppressor made it difficult to hear the shot.



But there was no doubt that she had shot when the crotch of the target next to Swamp Thang exploded. Dropping the knife, the younger brother dove for cover. The last target where Santa stood received the same treatment.



“Camille!” Gator yelled. “Your point has been made.”



She locked eyes with the president as she slid the bolt back and the spent cartridge popped out. In the stunned silence, the cartridge could be heard as it landed and pinged on the decking.



Her finger switched on the safety as she set the rifle aside. The men and women beneath her sighed a breath of relief. Until she lifted a 50-caliber rifle and obliterated the first target.



“Now,” she declared as she shouldered her guns, “my point has been made.” Turning on her heel, she reentered the building.



Darkness couldn’t help but smile. They had talked about it, and she said that she would put a stop to it. This was not what he had expected. Trigg had warned him after Austin that all his girls were a little crazy.



Werewolf had added, “Crazy, possessive and vindictive. Don’t piss her off.”