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“I’ll see if I can get a night off this weekend?” I offered, pleading inside my head that Optimus or Blizzard were feeling generous.
Rose’s grin lit up. “Thank you! I’d love that. Honestly, I need to get out.”
“Your family really that bad?” I asked as I pushed through the classroom doors.
She sighed. “Demanding, controlling, bossy bastards.”
“I hear that!” It sounded exactly like what I had to deal with at the club.
“Chelsea, I wasn’t expecting you today,” our lecturer, Mr. Davis said as he walked over from his desk.
I frowned. “I’m sorry. What?”
He dipped his eyes and scanned the piece of paper he had in his hands. “I got a letter from administration this morning saying that you’d withdrawn from this semesters papers. Is that not the case?”
I looked over at Rose, who just stared at me wide-eyed. “No, that is absolutely not right. I never …” I paused. There was only one other person who had the authority on my file to do that because he paid my fees. I gritted my teeth and hiked my backpack higher onto my shoulder. “I’ll sort it out today and be back in tomorrow.”
“I’ll take notes for you,” Rose called. I gave her a quick wave before I stormed from the classroom and headed for the parking lot, my feet slamming against the path and angry, violent thoughts clouding my head.
Asshole.
Fuckhead.
Cocksucker.
I was going to castrate him!
The drive back to the clubhouse was fast and rather erratic. I blared my horn on more than one occasion and almost flattened a little old lady on a motor scooter.
I stormed down the hallway toward Optimus’ office. I knew he was there, and he was about to get a piece of my mind.
Optimus was the president of the Athens chapter of the Brothers by Blood Motorcycle Club. The club were outlaws of the sexiest kind. They rode Harley’s, owned clubs and strip joints and were the ultimate alpha males. The Brothers by Blood lived by their own set of rules with leadership and ranks amongst them. They were dangerous, intimidating, and bad to the bone, but most of all they cared about their family and their brotherhood.
I threw the office door open with enough force that the pictures on the wall rattled and threatened to fall. Optimus may be quiet, brooding and hard to understand, but one thing everyone knew about him was that he was proud of his family - blood and brothers alike. And because of that, his office was filled with framed pictures. It was like a gallery of his life.
“Who the hell do you think you are?!” I boomed in the small space.
His head was down as he studied some type of papers, but he lifted only his eyes to look at me, his gaze so intense a weaker woman would have crumbled.
“I was about to ask you the same thing, coming in here and screeching at me,” he said slowly, menacingly. “I may have had my dick in you, but don’t forget who you’re talking to.”
I forced my feet to stay glued to the floor and not retreat like they were desperately fighting to do. I cared about Optimus and I respected his position in the club, but I wasn’t going to let him get away with this. It was unfair and uncalled for.
I held my shoulders back. “You canceled my college papers?”
He sat straight, taking his time as he folded those thick sexy arms across his chest and narrowed his chocolate brown eyes at me. “Since I pay for them, I believe that’s well within my rights.” His voice was smooth and calm like he was asking me to lose it – challenging me.
“One semester, Optimus! Not even six months and I’ll be done. What the hell?”
“We’ve got trouble brewing. In case you’ve forgotten – it’s my job to protect this club and the people in it. I’ve got men everywhere, and with Caleb gone, I’m a man down. I can’t have someone on you.” His voice softened a little but still left no room for argument.
We’d had some drama with the club over the last few weeks. My best friend and former club girl, Harmony, had been claimed by Kit—the president of another Brothers by Blood chapter from down south. She’d been taken—a long story with slave traders and abusive long lost fathers. When the brothers went to retrieve her, one of our boys, Caleb—who was fondly named Shield—protected Kit and lost his life in the process.
I had thought the drama was over, but never a dull moment and all that.
“Optimus, you can’t do that. I’m almost done and if you cancel my papers for this semester, I’ll have to resit next year.” I felt tears brimming in my eyes. School meant a lot to me. I wanted to be there. The club girl lifestyle wasn’t everything to me like it was for some of the other girls. They intended on sticking around for a long time—some with Old Lady ambitions. Others, just too lazy to go out and search for a real job. Drinking someone else’s alcohol and fucking a bunch of sexy bad boys was just too easy.
For me, it was a way to fill the time and have fun, a way to get by while I was getting my degree. But one day I wanted something more.
