“Damn that’s a big boulder.” Rose held her hand up to examine it.
“He got this for me on our sixth anniversary. We were married with dime store gold bands. He still wears his. I have mine put up after I wore the band so thin I was afraid it would break.”
“That’s so sweet.” Rose longed to have the relationship Raven and Chief had. It was unrealistic, but she couldn’t fight human nature.
“Enough of that gushy shit,” Chevy joked. “So, what about you, Rose? Are you considering becoming one of the bitches? You’ll never find a more tight knit family than the Savages. Once you are in, they will look out for you until you die.”
“I don’t know.” She looked down. The idea of hanging on to something she wouldn’t ever reach was disconcerting. Unlike her mother, she wasn’t going to sleep her way around in hopes someone would take her in as an ol’ lady. Being a bitch meant fucking…a lot. She didn’t want that. Some women had the open sexuality and drive and used it as an outlet, no strings attached. She wasn’t one of those.
“I get the feeling you aren’t here for the parties, are you?” Chevy pushed farther.
“I’m here for the work.” She smiled, closing off the topic politely.
“Well, can’t argue with that. Come on, we’ve definitely got enough of that around.” Raven turned and walked toward the back, and Rose and the others followed.
*****
Tonto waited for Raven to report on Rose. For the first time, he found himself hoping she checked out instead of the opposite. The little waitress had been on his mind since the first day she had started at the diner. After he had her checked out and knew her background, he wanted her more. He never imagined someone so innocent appearing to be so open to his lifestyle, and to being shared with his best friend, Sandman. Sure, other girls had been and begged to fuck them both, but none were ol’ lady material. Rose was.
Raven called late into the evening, announcing they were taking Rose out for a girls' night and promised a full update the next morning. He didn’t want to agree to it, but Raven wasn’t a broad to argue. Of all the females in the club, she ruled the hens' nest, even over the other ol’ ladies. She had the most seniority, and when push came to shove didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger if a rat got out of line. He might not deny her a night out, but he would be amongst the security detail attached to them. Seeing her with the others would be a huge help in deciding her fate. He wanted to put her working at the Pit, but inside jobs like that were only permitted to members. Rose wasn’t, and she probably wouldn't ever be a bitch. That didn’t bother him as much as it should…but the latter. Strangely enough, the idea of her fucking anyone else pissed him off. He lied to himself and thought it was because she wasn’t like the bitches or whores, but it had nothing to do with her tight cunt and more to do with her.
Sandman walked in just as he was headed out. “Hey, where you off to in such a hurry?”
“Girls' night out.”
Sandman arched a brow. “Wear the red dress. It suits your skin tone better.”
“Fuck you. I guess that means you don’t want to tag along and help me spy on a certain flower we picked last night then.” He turned and walked out the door, counting silently to three before he grinned, turning to glance back at Sandman right behind him. “That’s what I thought. Wear the pink one. It matches your pussy.”
Sandman grumbled something under his breath but kept it to himself. The two were loaded in his truck and en route to the bar on the outskirts of town with a new mission…Rose.
Chapter Seven
Rose had enjoyed working at the flower shop, and even more hanging out with the girls. For tough ass biker bitches, they were funny and sweet, welcoming her with open arms and not claws like the rats had her first night at the fights. They were easy to be around. She didn’t have to keep her guard up and worry about getting a knife in the back every time she turned around.
“Hey, Mic! We need a bottle of Jack and shot glasses over here!” Raven yelled. Mic, as she had called him, was a stocky man well into his fifties with tats that covered every visible inch including his bald head. Their bodyguards stood close by, watching anyone who got within a three-foot radius. Being protected by two leather-clad Prospects that could use half the men in the bar as toothpicks was something she wasn’t used to. She had always had to look out for herself. Being able to relax and just have a good time without worrying about some perv dropping mickeys in her drink or manhandling her was refreshing…and something she could get used to.
“Coming up.” He reached under the counter and pulled out the glasses and bottle of whisky, lining them up on the bar. Raven handed Rose one and took one for herself, holding it up in the air.
“To Rose—a new friend and sister. May she kick ass, and tame the two assholes who own her heart.” Rose stopped and looked around, hoping no one heard the overly informative toast and sighed in relief. The music pumped so loud and everyone was busy doing their own thing to care. So, she did like any rational person would do—slammed the shot and set it back on the bar for a refill.
“Wooo! And she can drink too!” Chevy reached over and hugged her, holding one arm up in the air. The bartender refilled each shot glass and they all emptied them once more.
“Now, we need to get you official so we can give you the rundown. I know you don’t want to be like some of the other girls…and I get that. But being a bitch doesn’t mean you have to spread your legs for everyone. You choose who and what you do, not them.” Raven took the chance to prod her a little farther, getting a feel on where she stood and her intentions. It was natural for them to be guarded, and until she proved herself and that she wasn’t a threat, it was her job as head ol’ lady to find out. The club came first and foremost.
“I thought that was the whole purpose of becoming a bitch…no offense, Heaven.” Heaven smiled.
“None taken. I like to fuck. I’m not gonna apologize for that…and I mean, come on. Look around. There isn’t a guy here who stands up to our boys.” She let her eyes gaze around the bar, almost falling off her bar stool the moment Tonto and Sandman came strolling in, towering above most of the crowd. “Except maybe them…” The other girls followed her line of sight.
“Well, well. It looks like the big bad Prez has come to check you out for himself. I say we have a little fun with them, don’t you?” Raven glanced back at them with a wicked grin.
Rose watched them, not sure what to think. Of course they were checking up on her. It was to be expected, but it still irked her, considering they didn’t do it before they slept with her. She was touched the girls had taken to her and wanted her to hook up with the dangerous leaders, instead of shoving her away in jealousy. They were friendlier than most the people she had been friends with all her life. “Oh yeah. What exactly do you have in mind?”
Sandman sat with his back against the wall in the farthest dark corner of the room he could get. Mandy, their usual waitress, brought over their normal order and served it up with a grin. Normally on the nights they visited the bar, he visited her bed before heading home. Tonight he didn’t give her a second glance. “Anything else I can get you boys?” she said seductively, leaning down against the table far enough the top of her blouse gaped open and gave them a clear shot of her bare tits.
“No, just keep ‘em comin’,” he barked. She stood and scowled, nodding curtly before disappearing into the sea of bodies.
“What, no candy from Mandy tonight?” Tonto teased.
“Not in the mood. She’s too needy. I need a warm body and wet hole tonight without all the fuckin’ playing.” He took a pull off his beer and kept his eyes locked on the group of women at the bar. Tonto didn’t need to ask what was up with him. He knew, because he had the same damn problem. They didn’t need to voice what was on their mind, the two had been close for so long that words weren’t necessary.
Rose seemed to be getting along good with the girls, which was a shock. Raven was known for the hard bitch she was, a
nd the woman didn’t take to anyone. Hell, it had taken Chelsea three years for her to walk into a room without flying at her both fists blazing, and another two after that for her to speak to her. Now the two were best friends but back then, you wouldn’t have ever guessed it. Rose was still dressed in her uniform from the diner, and yet she was the sexiest girl in the whole damn place. Her long hair had been freed from its tight bun, framing her face. She looked younger than her age and hotter than hell.
Half an hour later, the girls made a bathroom trip. Both of his Prospects were on their toes, following behind at a safe distance but still close enough should anyone decide to sign their death warrant. When they came back out, a guy approached. He was ready to bolt, but gave the two Prospects a chance to do their job. Prospect Joe and Prospect Nic both moved in, addressing the guy. Rose stepped to the front of the group and said something that had his two men backing away.
“What the fuck?” Sandman growled, already in motion to go address the situation.
Tonto held out his hand. “Wait.” They watched as the fucker led her onto the dance floor.
“Wait for what? Those two fuckers are going to turn in their cut and get the fuck out of here. They’re out,” he growled.
“For what? She obviously wanted to dance. They are still keeping an eye on her, and on the girls. Rose isn’t one of ours, bro.”
He thought about it and hated he was right. She wasn’t an ol’ lady…hell she wasn’t even a rat. She had no affiliation with the club other than being an employee at their businesses.
“So? Fuck that. I don’t like it.”
Tonto let out a deep breath. “Neither do I. So…what do you purpose? We still don’t know much about her.”
“Then we find out. Get her in the Pits.” Sandman wasn’t big on expressing shit. Hell, he wasn’t big on emotions period. Even when he was interrogating rival gangs or ‘cleaning house’, which meant killing and disposing of the bodies, he remained calm. He didn’t get mad. He got even. It almost was as if he had some sort of switch he flipped off the night when his parents were slaughtered, leaving him all alone.
“Call Rumble. It has to go to vote.” He slumped back in his chair, emptying his fourth glass of scotch.
Sandman didn’t waste time. He flipped out his phone, punched a few buttons, and shoved it back in his pocket. “Done. Tomorrow at noon.”
Tonto nodded, still not peeling his eyes off the pussy fuck who kept easing his hands lower and lower toward Rose’s ass. When they finally landed on their target, he got up and stormed in their direction.
Rose knew the guy she was dancing with was more than a little drunk, but his hands wouldn’t stay put. She fought her temper, hoping to raise some kind of reaction out of Tonto and Sandman. Justin, as he had repeatedly introduced himself and spoke in the third person enough she wanted to stab her eardrums out, yanked her closer against him and went in full force for a kiss. She tried to wiggle out of his grip but the more she fought, the more he seemed encouraged and got handsy. He tugged at her shirt with one hand, reached down with the other, and grabbed her crotch all while shoving his mouth sloppily against hers. Finally she had enough and brought one knee up between his legs with all her force. She braced herself and readied with her fist cocked back, but he flew away from her and landed a few feet away. Rose was stunned, not sure how she had managed to do such damage without ever punching him when two huge arms came around her waist and lifted her off the ground. She jerked, that instant panic one gets when threatened and fought to get free. “Rose, stop!” Tonto roared in her ear. She turned her head around enough to confirm it was him and settled in relief. He set her down and turned her to face him. “You okay?” he asked, still holding on to her.
Despite the fact she was still shaking, she nodded, feeling the full effects of the adrenaline rush. She turned, expecting the douchefuck to come back but saw Sandman ‘escorting’ Justin out the back door. “Thanks,” she answered, her face heating with embarrassment. The whole purpose of her dancing with the prick was to get a rise out of them… but now she felt like she had cheated on them. God I’m stupid. Neither of them are my boyfriend. Hell, if it weren’t for the ol’ ladies being here, they probably wouldn’t have cared. She ducked her head and moved to walk away when he caught her by the shoulder and pulled her back, landing his lips against hers in a brutal claiming. If she didn’t know better, she’d have sworn he was erasing Justin off her and claiming his territory. He kissed her into submission, clouding her thoughts until she forgot everything: Justin, the fact she was mad at them, and where she was. Both hands wound around his neck, relishing in the tenderness he gave for the first time. He wasn’t kissing her just to get in her panties this time. It was so much more. When he finally pulled away, he wrapped his arms around her and leaned his forehead to hers.
“Don’t do that shit again.” He dropped a kiss on her forehead and pulled away just enough to look her in the eye.
“What does it matter to you? You got what you wanted,” Rose lashed out, regretting her words the second they fell off her tongue. She tired to look away, but he wouldn’t let her. His thumb gently turned her back to look at him.
“Mmm. But now I want more.”
“Sorry, I got enough whore treatment for one night.” She stepped backwards to leave, but he didn’t let her.
“Oh no you don’t. Your happy little ass is coming with me. Now.” He grabbed her, holding her hard enough she didn’t even try to get away. She was about out of fight for one day. He led her over to where the girls were watching as they approached. Raven stood and met them before they approached.
“You okay, doll?”
“Yeah. Thanks.”
“Good. Go over with Heaven and Chevy for a minute. I need to talk to Prez for a minute.”
Raven’s pissed off look had Rose’s feet moving. As soon as she was out of earshot, Raven glared at Tonto. “What the fuck?”
“Might ask you the same question. I asked you to check up on her, not get her felt up by a complete stranger.” He kept his signature stone expression, but the clenching in his jaw gave his anger away. Raven knew him better than anyone. She had worked with them just as much as the guys of the club, and being the oldest ol’ lady of the bunch had her deep in the MC business. She knew things that no other ol’ lady or bitch knew, and never would.
“Jealous? Maybe you should get your head out of your ass. Rose is legit. Swear her in.” Raven didn’t shy away from telling the Prez what to do. It wasn’t the first, and damn sure wouldn’t be the last. She was the mother of sorts to the club, and despite what everyone thought, when shit hit the fan, she was ready to fight and lay her life on the line with the men.
“Raven…don’t.”
“What? Don’t point out the obvious? Someone needs to kick some damn sense into you. I swear on everything holy if you fuck this up, I’m gonna fuck you up. Now call Rumble and get her in.” She knew Rose needed help. Hell, the girl was as loyal as they came. It didn’t take more than one day with her and she had her figured out. It also was clear as day the girl was falling for the two king shit heads of the group. Women had came and went, but none were capable of handling either of them, let alone both. Rose could. She was strong, and didn’t take shit from anyone.
“Maybe you need to remember who you're speaking to. Ol' lady, head bitch, or fucking rat, I don't care but you will show respect. Got me?" Tonto said, his jaw twitching in his effort to keep his anger controlled.
Raven always spoke her piece and damn the consequences but she knew he was right. In the clubhouse was different but in public, everyone showed respect for the club and most definitely the Prez. "Sorry, Tonto. You men just piss me off sometimes."
"Fine, but what makes you so sure about this one?”
“She is tougher than any of the bitches we have. The girl has been through some shit and could use some help, but wouldn’t ever ask for it. And, there is no way she will fuck anyone else but you and dipshit. So, I advise you both to figur
e it out and stop the bullshit. Either fix it or cut the ties. There will be plenty standing in line to claim her if you two don’t.” Raven spun around without waiting for him to respond.
Tonto felt his temper rise. He knew what she said was true, but fuck if he wanted to admit it. The thought of one of the others touching her had him needing to hit something. He stormed over to where the girls all stood glaring in his direction and grabbed Rose by the hand. “Party is over. Raven, get the girls home. Now.” He walked off, leaving Raven pissed the fuck off. He knew he would catch hell later, but right now, he needed to get out of public before he lost his head. Rose jerked, trying to pull away but he didn’t let her.
“Let me go. Now.” Her tone was hard, which was delicate compared to her facial expression. If looks could kill, he’d be a dead muther fucker.
“No. Stop fighting before I have to throw you over my shoulder and carry you outta here.”
“Don’t you threaten me you sonofabit—Eeeeek!” Before she knew what had happened, she was draped over his shoulder with her ass in the air as his hand came down on her ass in a hard smack.
“Now settle your ass down before I heat it up good!” he growled. She was stuck somewhere between shocked and pissed, and a tad turned on. Wait…what? How the hell was she turned on by a man who obviously had missed the lessons on manners in preschool? It made her madder.
“Put me down dammit!” she yelled, landing a few good fists about the spot where his kidneys should be.
“Umph! Dammit, woman!” He yanked up her skirt and smacked the bare part of her ass, switching back and forth between cheeks. The more he spanked, the more her fight settled. She wiggled under his hand, fighting the dampness in her panties. Her clit throbbed. Dear God there is something totally wrong with me. I’m gonna have to get another job just to afford the therapy I obviously need.
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