Sin - Blood Wolves Old Lady's (3)

Claira

    For months she'd played it safe giving no one a reason to look closer at her.  She'd been the perfect nanny to the bitches little spawns.  No one had even suspected the mole they were looking for was the quiet, sweet natured nanny. 

    Two years before she'd been working the streets of New Orleans when her pimp got into trouble with the club.  She'd watched them kill him and the other women as they'd kneeled crying for mercy.  Claira hadn't begged but had looked right in the eyes of the devil.

   Crispy had smiled as he lifted the gun to her forhead.  Sick fuck that he was.  With a gun to her head Claira had offered herself to him in service.  And lived because she was a survivor.  Like then she'd survive this because she had value.  They didn't know all the things she did.  She would use that to get out of this.

   Elliot had fucked it all up.  He could die and would painfully for it.  It didn't matter.  He was just another bargoning chip to her now.  And when she got out of this that Irish bitch who shot her would die.  That's if Elliots connections didn't do the job first.

Sin

    "This is bullshit" Brinn yelled from her bed after hereing Liz and Sin explain what had happened the night before.  She'd wanted to be present to see Claira go up against Momma Demon but they just shot that idea down.  No way was she going anywhere near that shit.

    "Listen B it's not happening.  No way will mom ever allow you anywhere near.  Not since Kaiah explained why your on bed rest.  You though momma demon was mule headed.  Well Nanna demon it ten times worse.  I'm not even sure she'll go banshee for this one" Liz calmly explained while Angus grunted hunrily at her breast. 

   "It's still bullshit" Brinn growled but atleast stopped arguing.  She'd lost and was pissed.  Sin decided to change tactics as the women needed to calm down. 

   "I took three bullets to to keep that little bun in the oven safe" she began pointing at little Angus and knowing this convo was long overdue. "I wouldn't change it as he's here because of it but....one of those bullets did a fair amount of damage.  I may never get to have children because of that bullet.  But if my some small blessing I get to have what you two have I'd do everything a doctor told me.  I'd protect that child inside me just as fiercly as I would you now and little bun there" she offered steel lacing every word as she reached a hand to brush Liz's arm.  This would hurt her friend but it would save another from making a stupid mistake.

    "Sindal" Brinn murmered tears pooling in her eyes.

    "I'm so sorry" Lizzie whispered tears in her own eyes.

    "I don't blame either of you.  I would do it again in a heart beat to protect anyone I love.  I'm telling you only so you'll understand that the best place for you to be right now is here.  Brinn protecting the child you carry and Liz the two who for months have been in that bitches grasp" she ground out the last of it and finally saw the understand from Brinn.  Liz on the other hand was back to being pissed but that was okay.  Sin could deal with anger better than tears anyday.

   "You and mamma will make her suffer?" Liz questioned needing the assurance and Sin could easily make that promise.  Claira would suffer because Nana Banshee would make sure of it. 

  "That women will suffer every loss we've suffered due to her.  She will scream and bleed.  And then she will die slowly and painfully" Sin promised.

Sara

     It was late afternoon before her husband gave her the green light.  The men had wanted to question Elliot as he was the unknown in this.  Crispy had never mentioned him only the women so she had to agree.  Instead she'd taken that time with her grandbabies before arguing with two of her three girls.  Yes she lumped Sin in with them now as in her mind and heart their was no difference.  Finally it was Sin who had got throught her sisters thick sculls.  From the hall she'd heard how and her heart had broken a little.  Could the girl not get a break in this life?

   Sara could only hope that after today Sin could start working on her happy ending.  After a brief motherly conversation with the clubs enforcer she now knew he had plans to make that happen.  With Sin now by her side they headed down to the room Claira had been moved too.  Like back home the SC chapter had a special room for such matters.  A room Sin assured was well stocked to meet whatever tools she'd need.

   Entering the outter viewing room Sara stopped seeing the two who stood waiting and watching through the mirror window.
It was the Irish lass who she now new was Sean and Neala Mulligan's youngest Lia.  Beside her stood the ex nomad Irish who she'd also been informed was a distant cousin. 

   "Elliot and his wife were the relations Ella has been living with.  We need to know if and how this connects to the clan Mulligan"  the small women explained their presence and the new intel. 

   The Mulligan's had a branch of family in San Fransico due to the club connection.  Like any mofia branch the family had a long list of enemies.  She also knew this young womens disapearance had hurt the family. 

  "Does Neala know your alive yet?" Sara asked not bothering to hide the slight anger in her voice.  No matter the reason this women should have let her momma know she was alive.

  "My brother made me call this morning.  We're here until the situation with Ella is figured out then I'm ordered home" Lia answered voice strong but her shell cracked a little.  Sara saw the hurt and something else but left it alone for now.  Satisfied that Neala knew her baby was alive and safe with them.

  "I'll take point but I won't stop till we both have the answers needed.  Do no interupt me as the women I'll be in there won't take it well." she warned as Sin handed her an apron which she doned but kept the face shield off for now.

  "Understood.  Waldo was sent to talk to the women this morning.  From his report after the bitch believes she can talk her way out of this.  Buy her freedom with what she knows" Irish offered and had Sara taking off the apron for now.

  It was rare but sometimes they would spill all without a single inflicted pain as motivation.  Sara would play to that now but in the end it would change nothing.  The women was dead for her acts no matter the reason or motivation. 

Note:

I kept this PG on purpose.  What Momma Demon learns will be revealed but the gory is done for this story.  Time to start wrapping up and giving Sin a piece of her happy ending.