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“Wait? You think I want to leave?” Topaz asked.
“You’ve been pulling away.”
“I’ve been down in the dumps lately. Kind of depressed. I thought maybe it might be time for a change.” Topaz didn’t want to tell Roadkill too much, she’d wanted to leave, but not because she didn’t feel like a part of the club. She would never want to insult her in that way.
“What kind of change?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, until you figure it out snap out of it. We need you on the top of your game. These women will run over the top of you.”
It wasn’t a lie, Roadkill had put more than one woman back in her place with the club, but Topaz was far from being misconstrued. Thankful she’d never had to reach out to Roadkill to get backup when a girl stepped out of line. In fact, she intended to have a little facetime with the bitches who went to Roadkill once she’d left for the day. Topaz may have the face of an angel according to her clients, but she was a fallen angel which meant she didn’t suffer fools. “No, they won’t. I’ve been doing my job just fell behind on a few things because Freaky and Dreamer don’t believe in long engagements. I finished it all this morning. I do need to find a few more women to dance though. Should I send out feelers?”
“Sure, why not. Put an ad up that were looking, talk to Freaky he got subs while we were at the bachelorette party. I’ll call Dell and see if she has any girls wanting to do a change.” Roadkill glanced down at her watch.
“Have to be somewhere?” Topaz pointed.
“Yeah, back to the clinic. I’m on my lunch break.”
“Let me go and make you a sandwich.” Topaz got up and walked toward the kitchen.
Roadkill followed. “I’m coming too, this conversation isn’t done yet.”
“Really? I thought we settled it. I’m getting my shit done, more people need to elope and that’s about it.” Topaz’s voice stayed monotone as she washed her hands, the fact she said she’d been a little depressed was an overshare she worried was coming back on her.
Looking over at Roadkill, Topaz could tell she was irritated, but the woman remained calm even when someone defied her. A trait they shared and made it hard to spar with her. She didn’t feel like she had said anything out of bounds to the President of the MC’s wife, but that didn’t mean Roadkill would tolerate insubordination.
“I’m sorry. Was there anything else that I forgot to do?”
“No. But Topaz something isn’t right. I want you to call Dr. Olson.” Roadkill reached into her jean pocket and pulled out a business card. “Here’s the number. Before you do anything else today, call her and set up at least two sessions. You need to talk to someone. She’s a really good listener.”
“Seriously? The shrink? You keep her card on hand?” Topaz went through the prep station to make Roadkill a club sandwich as Manny, one of their prep cooks, ducked in the walk-in freezer to avoid the women. “I’m good, really.”
“And yet…” Roadkill’s hand didn’t drop.
“Do I really have to?” Topaz asked with a sigh and took the card, tucking in her pocket, before Roadkill forced it on her. “I hate talking about my feelings and all that.” Bringing shit up hadn’t really been a good look for her over the years. Instead, stuff away, maybe work out frustrations in the makeshift gym the women used to keep shit tight.
“Yes and I want you to do it today. If I talk to Doc and she hasn’t heard from you, I’ll be back here.” Roadkill’s eyebrow raised as Topaz slipped the sandwich in a to-go box. “Do you want me to come back today?”
“Anything for Red?” Topaz replied as the two de facto female leaders of the club squared off.
“Maybe when Manny’s got the fryer going you can run over a burger and fries.” Roadkill left.
Topaz went to the office and shut the door. Sitting in the office chair, she leaned back and stared at her cell. Shifting, she dug in her back pocket and removed the card. Dialing the number, she waited for someone to answer.
She didn’t have to wait too long after the second ring it was picked up, “Hello.”
“Dr. Olson?”
“Yes,” the woman’s professional, but soothing voice replied.
“This is Topaz—Sarah from the Steel MC. I’m one of Roadkill’s girl—” the door to her office opened and she jumped up, slamming it shut. “Door’s closed for a reason.”
“But I need to—” Lyna began to whine.
“You’re on thin ice, want to fall through?” Topaz waited, holding the phone tight to her chest with one hand and the other pressing hard on the pressed wood door. The click of heels and mumbled words let her know Lyna was gone and word to stay away had been issued. “I apologize, are you still there?” Topaz settled back in her chair.
“Yes.”
