“Right. So that means that you fuck them,” Roxy asks, as we walk into my small apartment.
“Roxy,” I say, pulling her into my arms and pushing her against the door. “Let’s get something clear. I did fuck them, and I fucked other girls. But if you stay with me, that’s something that I want, I won’t touch any other bitch.”
Roxy stares at me, her eyes tear up. She then blinks, and I can see that she’s thinking.
“You want me to stay with you,” Roxy asks, staring at me. Her eyes wander from side to side, searching for the truth.
“Yes, I do. I’ve always wanted you,” I say, gazing into her eyes.
“I have never been with another man,” Roxy says, blinking.
A tear rolls down her silky cheek. I know that she hates that I’ve been with other bitches.
“Seriously, you haven’t,” I ask, pulling her into my arms.
This fucking makes me so damn happy. Yeah, maybe double standards, but fucking hell, she’s mine. I did take her virginity back in school.
“I haven’t had time,” She says, holding onto my arms, resting her face on my chest. “Beau, I don’t want you to be playing me.”
“I’m not playing you,” I say, cupping her face.
“I didn’t know that you were a biker,” Roxy says, gazing into my eyes.
“Is that going to be a deal breaker,” I ask, raising my brow.
I never thought about that. We never talked about my family or that I’m an MC brat.
“Ah, I don’t think so. I don’t know much about bikers. But, I know you,” She says, biting her lip.
“Why are you here,” I ask, gazing into her eyes.
I need to see her truth.
“My sister dragged me here,” She says.
Fuck!
Roseanna has always been more wild and not as sweet and innocent as Roxanna.
“What do you know about bikers?” I ask, looking at her.
I need to know if she’s going to fucking hate me. Then I’m going to let her go because I can’t have her hating me, my lifestyle.
She bites her lip and looks around the room.
“I don’t know anything. I’ve seen some bikers riding around downtown where I live and work. They look scary,” She says, looking at me.
“You’ve seen these bikers downtown,” I ask, raising my brow.
“Yes, they were vests, but the patch in the back is a devil,” She says, looking at my Cut.
“Baby, it’s a Cut, not a vest,” I say, smiling.
“Oh, okay. Well, their Cut is not the same as yours,” She says, nodding.
“Baby, I’m MC, through blood. You can’t get any more MC bred than me. But I still have my standards. I don’t fuck around on any fucking level. What you see is who I am. So don’t fucking lump me in with any other motherfuckers,” I say, raising my brow.
“Wow! Well, let me tell you what I think! I know you. I know who you are. I’m not sure that I love that you’re a biker, but I don’t know much about this lifestyle. I will not share you with any other bitch! That’s a deal breaker! You will respect me if you want me in your life,” Roxy says, lowering her eyelids.
