"Gentlemen, gather around," Shawn said.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at their boss Shawn Michaels as he stood with a woman next to him. She was wearing low jeans and a little top that showed a bit too much of her cleavage but other than that, she looked like she couldn't give a fuck about the eight men in front of her.
"This is Sibyl," Shawn introduced her. "She'll be working here from now on."
"A girl?" Dolph asked in disbelief.
"No, Dolph, a woman," Shawn corrected him before introducing them to her. "This here is Dolph, Roman, Seth, Dean, Aleister, Bo, Viktor and Connor."
"Where is she gonna stay? All rooms are taken," Seth said.
"I got room in my bed," Viktor offered with a smirk.
All the men laughed at his little comment.
"Silence!" Shawn bellowed.
The room went dead quiet. She was impressed. They apparently had the highest respect for their boss which was a good thing. Very soon they would respect, if not fear, her too.
"She's gonna be taking over the room from the one of you who has been stealing money from me over the last two months," Shawn said.
They all looked at each other shocked as if they tried figuring out which one of them could have been stupid enough to do something like that.
"You got five seconds to come clean yourself," Shawn warned them.
Everyone was quiet as the five seconds ticked by. Shawn turned his head and looked at Sibyl.
"All yours," he said.
She took a step forward and yanked her top further down, exposing even more of her cleavage, her breasts threatening to pop out if she would lean over just the slightest. A quick glance down the row of men and without warning she took out the gun that had been stuck down the waistband of her jeans on her back and shot Bo. A gasp went through the men and Dean took a step forward.
"Motherfu..." He started.
"Dean!" Shawn bellowed once again, making Dean go quiet. "Sibyl?"
"He was the only one not staring at my breasts," she said dryly.
"You're not that special, honey," Dean spat.
"Viktor, Connor, search Bo's room. We'll wait here," Shawn said.
There was an eerie silence hanging in the air while they all waited. Bo's body was still just lying on the floor and the remaining five men just stared at her, ready if she turned out to be too trigger happy. After what seemed like forever Viktor and Connor finally returned with a locked suitcase they all knew belonged to Bo.
"This is the only thing we can't get open," Connor said.
Shawn took it from him and threw it on the ground in front of Sibyl. One nod to the woman and she shot the lock. The suitcase popped open and the men stared in disbelief at the money inside.
"Listen carefully. Sibyl here is moving into Bo's room. She is your equal, your co-worker and your friend. You will protect and respect her the same way you do each other. If anybody tries crossing a certain line with her, she has my permission to take you out. Do you understand?" Shawn looked around.
The men nodded and mumbled their agreements.
"Good," Shawn said and turned to Sibyl. "Welcome to the team and good work with Bo."
"Thank you, sir," she said.
"Seth will show you to your room while Dolph, Dean and Viktor as the funny guys they were just before get to clean up this mess," Shawn pointed at Bo.
She followed Seth in silence, well aware that he was stealing some glances at her while they walked. He finally stopped in front of an open door and held out his hand.
"Your room," he said.
"Thanks," she gave him a little smile.
"I'm sorry that we came across as assholes in there. We've just never had a woman on the team before," he said.
"I kill just as good as the rest of you," she said.
"You sure proved that," he let out a little giggle. "Welcome on board. You don't need to fear anybody in here. In the end we're all good men."
"We're killers, Seth. None of us are good," she said.