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I am. Iā€™ll be unreachable. If you need me . . . life or death need . . . you know where I am.ā€

We never turn our phones off, so it was a big sign that I was fucked up. I didnā€™t just ghost everyone, and theyā€™d been handlinā€™ everything while I was out west anyway. Hazard knew how to find me.

I was just cominā€™ up on my office when I heard noises from inside. What the fuck is that about? When I walked in, Rattler was slamminā€™ Candy from behind. She was wearinā€™ the silly nun costume and holdinā€™ on to the sides of the St. Andrewā€™s Cross. Blind rage took over instantly when I thought of Gingersnap and what could happen to her. I grabbed Rattler by the shoulders, ripped him outta that skankā€™s pussy, and pulled him toward me. He was still wearinā€™ his jeans in the middle of his legs, so he fell back and I pounced hard on his chest and started to pummel his face. After the first hit, I got nothinā€™ā€”no memory of how many times I hit him. I just kept seeinā€™ Gingersnap beinā€™ poked and prodded by the greedy priests as they examined her to see if sheā€™d been tainted by the unholiness of my cock. I could see disgust and shame on their faces when they realized she wasnā€™t a virgin in front of a room full of high-bidding scumbags. In the midst of the horror show in my head, I felt hands yankinā€™ me away and Hazard was up in my face, yellinā€™.

ā€œWhat the fuck, man? I thought you were gonna crash out when Candy came screaminā€™ down to me that you lost your mind!ā€

I wasnā€™t thinkinā€™ straightā€”lost my mind a long time ago and left a huge chunk on the floor of the champagne room. I couldnā€™t be held accountable for any of the shit I might do after what Iā€™d heard about Fi. When I spun around and saw blood cominā€™ outta Hazardā€™s mouth, my face musta given my thoughts away.

ā€œYeah . . . you caught me with an elbow in the face. Crucifix, broā€™, you gotta chill the fuck out!ā€

That wasnā€™t the time for me to walk into my office and see a nun gettinā€™ her cork popped by Rattler or any other motherfucker. I wouldnā€™t have fucked her at that moment even if ya paid me.

ā€œEveryone get the fuck outta my office! Tend to your battle wounds anywhere but here. Spit-roast the bitch if the three of ya wanna, I donā€™t fuckinā€™ care. Just donā€™t do it here! Iā€™ve seen enough fuckinā€™ nuns for one night!ā€

I didnā€™t apologize to Rattler. Motherfucker shoulda never been in my officeā€”he has his own fuckinā€™ corner and coulda gone just about anywhere else in the whole club. Fuck him!

Thank God I had a bottle of JD in my file cabinet ā€˜cause I spilled the whole fuckinā€™ glass when I lost my shit. I needed to drink and knew I wasnā€™t gonna sleep anytime soon. I kept tryinā€™ to think back over the sisterā€™s words for somethinā€™ that might help. She said sheā€™d give me more info when she got it, but it didnā€™t sound like we had time to sit and dick around. I told her Iā€™d handle it my own way, and thatā€™s what I was gonna do.

Wealthy parishioners.

B.I.N.G.O. and FOCUS was his name-o.

I lit a smoke and pulled out my phone. It was 1:13 AM in California and FOCUS would still be up and causinā€™ someone grief. I dialed and waited for him to answerā€”two rings. Dependable as fuck.

ā€œHey, brother! Whatā€™s shakinā€™ in the big olā€™ Rotten Apple? Ya miss my hillbilly ass or what?ā€

I slammed a mouthful of Jack and said a prayer that he could help.

ā€œOf course I miss ya, that goes without sayinā€™, but this ainā€™t a social call. I got an issue.ā€ I took a drag of my smoke and sipped at the whiskey. ā€œYou been talkinā€™ with Bish at all lately? That guyā€™s like smoke and I can never get a read on whatā€™s happeninā€™ between you two.ā€

The Bishopā€”Bishā€”was one stealthy and sly motherfucker. I wouldnā€™t want him anywhere but in my corner. He could kill a guy and sit down, pour a drink, and use the guyā€™s head like a table. If I have less than zero fucks to giveā€”The Bishop just never had any to begin with.

ā€œOf course, Iā€™m always in touch with Bish. You should know that, brother. Why? Whatcha got goinā€™ on?ā€

I turned my chair to look at the monitors and saw the rest of the place was dark and empty. I didnā€™t want any surprise guests and maybe I shoulda checked before callinā€™ FOCUS, but at least I was actually alone.

ā€œI wonā€™t go into it in any great detail on the phone . . . but youā€™ve said he has some kinda special boardinā€™ school upstate, right?ā€

Read between the lines, motherfucker.

The Bishop buys, sells, and trains slaves at his place, Rosethorne Academy. Even though that cold-blooded, sadistic, combat vet has a colorful rep, heā€™s still well-known and respected in the BDSM community. Although it sounds bad, he doesnā€™t do anything without full consent. Itā€™s all straight up. Heā€™s not like the fuckinā€™ priests even though he seems to be lacking some fundamental pieces inside.

ā€œUmm . . . yeah. Thatā€™s a strange thing to call about at one somethinā€™ in the morninā€™. You lookinā€™ for someone to beat? Donā€™t you have enough chicks to punish at the Mounds?ā€

There was too much that could come back to haunt us if I said too much, but Iā€™d give him just enough. I wish you wcere fuckinā€™ here, man.

ā€œYeah . . . yeah, nah, itā€™s nothinā€™ like that. All I can tell ya, and Iā€™ll trust you to catch my meaninā€™ here, so pay attention, ya thick

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