Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Stepping in his personal space, I lean over, “the woman you came for, she’s mine. This was never just a job, it’s always been personal.” I give him the fatal stab, “I’ll see you in Hell too motherfucker.”
CHAPTER 11
Michele
Standing on the porch like a lovesick fool isn’t helping anything especially since I’m not in love.
I am, however, in heavy lust.
Kitty smiles sweetly at me lifting a duffle bag. “Got you some goodies, girlie.” She takes me by the hand leading me inside like we are the best of friends rather than complete strangers.
The man on the motorcycle stays outside calling to us, “I’m right here, you need me Kit.”
“Got it, Prospect. We won’t need you though. Girls are tough too.” She fires back.
Once she closes the door and locks it, she stands there looking at me like she’s waiting.
“Alarm?” she points to the box, “I know Rogue, if that alarm doesn’t get set, we’re gonna have angry sailor in front of us before we can blink. I don’t have the code, but I image you do.”
“He’s not a super hero, he can’t walk through walls,” I tell her as I input the code.
She laughs a cute dainty laugh. “You don’t know the Kings. All of those men, broke the damn mold. Each one, telling you, broke that mold when they climbed out of it. Whether it’s from their muscled bodies, the way they can fuck, or the level of loyalty they believe in, I don’t know but God doesn’t make ‘em better than a King.”
I gasp at her brashness.
“Honey, you’re in this world, you better clue in quick. Everyone is gonna give it to you straight. We all got our places. Don’t step out of line.”
“Places?”
She takes me by the hand to the living room where she sits down on the couch and pats the seat beside her. “Consider me your biker God-momma, I’m gonna give you the talk no one ever gave me.”
“I don’t think I need a talk. When things get fixed I’ll go back to my flower shop and Jennings will do what he does.”
She smiles with pride, “he lets you call him Jennings. I love this for him.”
“Umm, I’m not sure I follow.”
She pats my leg. “Alright here it is, your man Rogue, he is a strong man and until I got the call today, I thought he was the one that couldn’t be reached. He has that American hero thing down pat. Absolutely, down to his soul the kind of man to run into a burning building to save someone’s damn goldfish. Been around him more than once, know he’s got some serious demons. But the man Rogue is, he puts everyone before himself, even a whore like me.”:
Gasping, I take in what she said. How can she casually call herself a whore. I shake my head at her words, “have you?” I pause, “ya know? With him?”
She pauses and it tells me all I need to know. God, I’m an idiot and a slut.
“Not what you think, Michele.”
“I’m not judging,” I tell her the truth. They are consenting adults. Hell, I fell for his charm like a fool. He kisses that damn good.
“Look, you’re gonna learn this one way or another. I’d rather you learn it from someone like me than an outsider or one of the guys.”
“What do you mean someone like you?”
She takes a deep breath, “come from shit. Don’t know you or how your family is. Me, though, my family is dysfunctional. Grew up with a mom who thought she had to have a man to survive. Needless to say she didn’t choose the best partners. More than one of them decided I should be their play toy too.”
I don’t even know how to process what she’s telling me.
“Left home at sixteen because I was tired of it. Life on the streets ain’t no different in how men see women. Learned some things, not all of them good. Found my way into Creekdale. The guys took me in. I get a place to stay at the clubhouse and I have choices, but bottom line, I service the guys as they need it and I get a safe place to live.”
“I don’t think I understand. The clubhouse is a brothel?”
She laughs, “Oh lord, no. There are only a couple of us. Clubwhores, that’s what some of the guys call us. Bunnies is what others say. Either way, we only fuck or suck the ones who want it. Soon as Tyrant got himself committed, he stopped foolin’ with us. Same thing with Creed.”
My stomach churns thinking about Jennings sleeping around. She gives my arm a squeeze.
“Rogue, he handles us different. He doesn’t choose me anymore. And the occasions he sees fit to have a girl, he doesn’t spend time with her. It’s release. And not one of us calls him Jennings, ever.”