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I get back to the club around five, I’ve spent most of the day painting Rogue's living room and hall. The place still smells like cherries and syrup to me, despite the massacre I'd cleaned up yesterday and the lingering smell of cleaning fluids and fresh paint.
I park up outside the clubhouse and notice that the garage door is still up. I can just make out Rogue’s pink overalls. She’s folded over the hood of a Chevy, her ass wiggling as she struggles to loosen something inside. She must sense me watching her, and my cock turns stiff when she looks over her shoulder and winks at me.
I’ve spent all day trying to get my head around what she was doing at my cabin, wondering if she’s gonna come over again tonight. The whole situation is really fucking with me. I don’t think I can handle another night lying next to her with a rock-hard cock, trying not to give in to the temptation to touch.
“Heard she’s staying at your place.” Troj appears from behind me, holding out his cigarette pack for me to help myself.
“She kinda invited herself,” I tell him, sliding out a smoke and balancing it between my lips.
“And does Skid know about your little slumber party?” He flicks his Zippo open and after lighting me up, he sparks up his own.
“Ain’t nothing for him to know about.” I shrug. It’s the truth, and that’s exactly how it’s gonna stay. Whatever weird situation this is between me and Rogue, it’s innocent. I just wish I could say the same thing about the thoughts in my head.
“Is it true she took the guy’s leg off?” Troj smirks.
“There wasn't much holding him together,” I answer, too fucking mesmerized by her to take my eyes off her. I’ve always noticed her. It’s impossible not to. But now I find myself noticing everything.
“Girl ain’t right in the head.” Troj joins me in watching her bobbing her head to the up-tempo music that’s blasting from the garage stereo, her hips shaking as she switches tools.
“Can’t deny she’s a hot piece of ass, but hell, Grimm, that's a whole lotta crazy to be keepin' a handle on.”
“Like I told ya, Troj, ain’t nothin’ goin' on.” I flick my finished smoke onto the asphalt and scrape it out with my boot before heading inside the club.
Taking a stool at the bar, I nod for Mel to get me a drink. She reads me well, pouring me out a scotch, then smiles like a temptress as she places it in front of me.
I knock it back, slamming the glass on the bar and pushing it forward for another, then she makes an even better call and fetches me the bottle.
“Hey, man.” Jessie takes the stool beside me, and I can tell by the tone of his voice that he’s looking to have something out.
“Look, if it’s about Rogue stayin’ at mine, we don’t need to talk about it.” I rotate two fingers into my temple, I can't deal with this conversation again, how the fuck am I supposed to explain something I don’t understand myself.
“What I was gonna say…” Jessie looks at me sternly, “…is that the longer we can get her to stick around here, the better. Maddy pulled up some pretty shady shit on the guy she hacked up.” He raises up a hand to Mel, who sneers at him when she snaps the lid on a beer and slams it on the bar in front of him.
Guess she still hasn’t forgiven him for getting himself an old lady that wasn’t her.
“What kinda shit?” I ask, trying not to sound too invested, despite the fact I’m burning for more information.
“Well, she picked up some CCTV of him leaving a bar over in Pueblo. And yes, before you ask, she took care of it. All that shit’s been wiped. But we still don’t know who he was meeting there or if they knew where he was heading after he left.”
I nod slowly, taking in everything he’s saying. None of it sounds good for Rogue.
Since Maddy came to the club, she’s been a huge asset. Cleaning up usually goes far beyond the actual crime scene, and her hacking skills help us be real thorough.
“Look, I got no idea why but Rogue seems to have ‘attached’ herself to you,” he starts, and I raise an eyebrow at Jessie's observation. His arms go up defensively when he notices how pissed it gets me. “We need to keep an eye on her, and if you’re what's gonna keep her around here for longer, roll with it. Skid can't lose anyone else close to him, brother.”
Jessie has a point, and although I call bullshit on the whole attachment thing, I agree that it’s important for us to keep her safe… For Skid.
I throw back another shot, and Jessie reaches into his cut, pulling a baggy from his inside pocket and placing it on the bar in front of me.
“Guess you’ll be needing something a little stronger.” He chuckles to himself as he walks out. VP’s right, ain’t nothing right now I need more than to get out of my own head for a few hours.
“You want me to rack that up for you, honey?” Mel offers, holding a plastic card between her fingers.
“I got it.” Taking the card out of her hand, I tap out a small amount of the bag's contents onto the arch of my hand, forming the perfect line. I then press one of my nostrils closed with my finger and inhale the line in one long swoop with the other. It burns as it travels through my airways, and an instant rush shivers down my spine.
Then taking the bottle from the bar, and the baggy, with me I get myself comfortable on one of the leather couches in the corner.
It’s quiet here now, but the room will slowly fill as the night passes, my brothers will come, some will get high, some will get drunk, or both. The single ones will pick themselves a whore to entertain them, while Jessie, Nyx, and Brax will go back to their old ladies. And me? I’ll sit back and I’ll watch them.
