Walk Through Fire (Chaos #4)(118)

At the mention of a cop in the same breath as Chaos, in unison, Dot, Justine, and Kellie all looked to me.

“Chaos has changed,” I muttered.

“You said it,” Elvira chimed in. “Vigilante bikers who ride out now to keep their turf clean of bad folk doin’ bad things.”

Again, Dot, Justine, and Kellie in unison looked to me.

“It’s a long story,” I muttered.

“It sho’ is,” Elvira confirmed. “And it’s Chaos and their shit stays tight. Don’t mean we won’t be sharin’ some beverages and wearin’ some little black dresses this Saturday night, communin’ and building the biker bitch bond at the same time me and Millie here lay down some tentative plans about my wedding of the century.” She focused on me. “I’m thinkin’ peonies but I could be talked down from that. I want soft and bling and I don’t care if those two don’t go together. It’s your job to make ’em.”

I’d heard it all when it came to weddings.

But soft and...

Bling?

“Elvira, your mouth,” Tabby said. “There’s a kid present.”

Elvira looked to Rafferty and asked, “You speak English?”

“Gah, goo, dee,” Rafferty replied.

She looked to Tabby. “Got more to say?”

Tabby looked to the ceiling.

Lanie started giggling.

Tyra mouthed to me, “I’m so sorry.”

“Club,” Elvira announced. “Not the biker kind, the Cherry Creek cocktail place kind. Eight thirty. Saturday night. All you all better be there,” she ended, circling her hand through the room. She then turned to Tyra. “Now I gotta get back to Hawk. He’s got three things goin’ down and has his calls forwarded to me. Luckily, no one has called and I wanna keep it that way. Dealin’ with Hawk’s shit not at my desk is a headache. So I need to get back.” She looked to the room. “Awesome to meet you. You.” She pointed at Kellie. “Heels, Saturday, girl.”

On that, she walked out.

“Elvira’s kind of a... character,” Lanie said when she was gone.

“I like her,” Kellie declared.

“Can my wife come?” Justine asked, then added hastily, “We both wear heels.”

“Wear what you want,” Tabby replied. “Elvira’s Elvira but we’re Chaos. Anything goes.”

“Awesome,” Justine said, and put a hand to Rafferty’s back. “Did you hear that, Raffy? Your mommies get a night out.”

He reached out, smacked her face, and giggled.

Everyone giggled with him.

Tyra moved deeper into the room and my eyes went to her to see she was looking at me.

“This isn’t trial by fire, honey,” she promised. “This is the welcoming committee.”

I knew that. I’d done this before.

I didn’t remind her of that. She was queen bee now.

Crank’s old lady had minions. I didn’t get into that kind of thing because Logan protected me from it, but Crank switched her out before Logan and I had ended anyway.

I had a feeling Tyra was not that kind of Chaos queen but one that was a lot different.

“Thanks,” I replied.

“We got off on the wrong foot,” Lanie said. “And Hop was—”

“We talked and I’m good with Hop,” I told her quickly so she wouldn’t worry. “I’m just...” I grinned. “Good.”

She grinned back. “Good.”

I took her in, liking what I saw. She was beautiful. She was classy. Hop was rough. He was a biker. The same could be said for Tyra and Tack.

Obviously that worked for them.

And I knew it would also work for Logan and me.

No halter tops and cutoffs.

Just me.

“I haven’t been a part of a welcoming committee yet,” Carissa spoke for the first time. “This’ll be awesome.”

“Batten down the hatches, Curly,” Tabby advised Carissa’s way. “And that’s not about the Chaos babes hittin’ town. That’s about us doin’ it with Elvira.”

I had a feeling she knew what she was talking about.

It had been a long time since I’d had a night on the town, or at least one that ended well.

But looking through the women, three of them my sisters of the blood and the heart, the rest my sisters of Chaos, I was looking forward to it.

High

“Here they are,” the woman announced, coming back into the room carrying two balls of fluff.

“Oh my God,” Millie breathed, and High turned his attention from the cat breeder to his girl.

When he did, he froze.

She didn’t.

Moving with purpose, but not in a way that would spook the kittens, she made it to the breeder and took both cats from her.

“That’s the boy.” The breeder touched the one in Millie’s right hand. “And that’s your girl.” She moved her hand to the one in Millie’s left.

“Look at you,” Millie cooed to the one on the right that she’d tucked up high on her chest. “You’re my own personal fluff ball, squishy-faced grumpy cat.” She turned to the other one, also tucked up high, and continued, “And look at you, my fluff ball, squishy-faced, pretty-pretty princess.”