Page 7 of Nun’s Prayer

“Would you mind?”

“No. Clara’s nasty,” Blue stated and shocked the hell out of me.

“That bitch made moves on you?” I demanded, laying a hand on his arm.

Blue held my gaze. “Clara’s got nothing on you.”

“That’s not what I asked, Blue. Has that cunt tried to claim you?”

“Yeah, but I’m not interested,” Blue replied, holding my eyes. Blue had attended the club with me as my sub many times. My teeth ground audibly together as possessiveness rose.

“Did Clara lay hands on you?” I gritted out.

“Yes. I refused her.”

I started to seethe. How dare that cunt touch my property? “Was Clara aware you were mine?”

“Yeah, Nun, I pushed Clara away, okay?”

“No. Where did she touch you, Blue?”

He averted his gaze, and I began to hit Defcon One.

“Blue,” I repeated.

“My ass and cock. She groped my ass and told me she’d love to claim it, and then grabbed my cock before stating what a lucky bitch you were,” Blue admitted.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I was strangely hurt.

“Because it wasn’t the first time it has happened, Nun.”

“What do you mean?” I stiffened.

“Bitches and some men grab us on account of us being sluts; they consider us weak and pretty. They believe they can touch us since you guys do. We’re used to it. It’s part and parcel of being in the stable; they think we’ll sleep with anyone.”

“Get dressed,” I ordered. Blue nodded quietly. I reached out and grabbed his chin. “They’re gonna pay for touching what’s mine.”

Blue held my eyes before nodding.

“Holy shit, Nun’s on a killing spree,” Belladonna yelled as I entered the rec room.

Heart flinched. “Rein it, Nun, even with my shield I’m feeling you.”

I ground my teeth. “Poker, shore up. Heart, get all the stable here now!” I snapped.

Sapphire lifted her head from Wylde’s chest. “What’s going on?” she urged.

“We’re gonna find out,” I snarled as the stable came from all over. As soon as they were present, I pointed a finger at them. They blanched; even non-ability people could feel my anger.

“Who has been touched up and propositioned by bitches and cunts outside the club?” I demanded. The room became charged with energy as my sisters sat up.

“They wear property of RHMC cuts, and someone disrespected them?” Sapphire asked, straightening.

“You know we get shit about it,” Cass said.

“Yes, not being groped and sexually assaulted,” I barked.

“You’ve been harassed?” Birdie inquired.