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I don’t know what I was expecting, something grand almost, like the vibe and aura she gives off, something to match that. But Reeves somehow suits her.
“Hey, I just realized something too,” Molly interjects, still remaining at the edge of the booth even though none of us are looking at her. Even when no one instantly turns their attention her way, she continues, “Our new girl needs to do her rite of passage,” she announces with a clap, and Ruthie bounces on her heels with excitement.
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Side-eyeing Scarlett, I don’t know what I expect to see on her face, but it surprises me even more when there’s nothing at all. Not a wrinkle to her forehead, no crinkling of her eyebrows, and no sneer on her lips.
Has she heard of the Ruthless Bitches’ rite of passage? Was it like this at the Reapers?
“And what if I don’t want to be a Ruthless Bitch?” The nickname for our club whores sounds like nails on a chalkboard from her lips, or is it just how I’m hearing it?
Ruthie scoffs this time, stepping closer and finally places herself in the drama. “If you want the Ruthless roof over your head, you’re either a Ruthless Brother, a Ruthless Brother’s old lady and offspring, or a Ruthless Bitch.”
Those are definitely the rules.
Fuck.
My palm flattens against her spine as my other hand balls up into a fist. I’m at war in my own head over shit that has been the club’s way for the longest time. Now I’m suddenly questioning it?
What the fuck is going on with me?
It’s her. It’s Scarlett. Miss fucking Reeves is going to be the death of me.
“The rite of passage at my old club was to fuck a member for all to see. Show you’re worthy and willing to give it your all. Is that the same here?” Scarlett looks unfazed as she keeps her gaze fixed on Molly, but I notice the way she rubs her hands on her jeans.
Is she nervous?
If she was a whore there, she would have done it before.
Shit.
I need to stop thinking of her with other men because that’s pissing me the fuck off.
Sinking my teeth into my tongue once more, my gaze flickers to Ryker who is happily watching this all unfold as Molly confirms that the same rule applies here.
“That’s right,Scar.Now, do you want to wait right there while I go and find Euro or someone or do you want to leave?” Molly’s words ring in my ears along with my pulse as indecision courses through me.
Scar can’t leave. Not just because I refuse it, but because there’s more information we can get out of her regarding the Reapers and potentially the Devil’s Brutes. But staying without doing the rite of passage would only happen if she was… an old lady, and I’m not about that shit.
“Scarlett isn’t going anywhere, not tonight at least,” Ryker interjects.
She’s fucking tonight, and the knowing look glistening in her eyes tells me she knows it too.
I never partake in a rite of passage.Ever. Neither has Ryker, Emmett, or Axel. We might fuck the whores on occasion, but not for everyone to see. I know I have no time to decide when Ruthie moves to find Euro, and I reach across the distance between us and stop her on the spot.
“You don’t need Euro, Ruthie,” I state, and her eyebrows furrow in confusion as I release her arm and drop down into my seat. “If you’re on the rite of passage express, Scar, I have everything you need right here, and with the Prez on the other side of you, I don’t see that being an issue. Do you?”
Scarlett’s chest rises and falls heavier with every breath she takes. She glances to her left to confirm Ryker is indeed nodding in agreement, before coming back to settle those big blue eyes on mine. “I don’t see an issue at all,” she breathes.
My cock is almost painful from the aching and longing I’ve felt all night, but he’s finally going to be put out of his misery soon.
Then I might finally get this crazy infatuation out of my system.
“But, Gray, you never help a girl out with her rite of passage,” Molly shouts, stomping her foot in agitation as she bares her teeth.
“I’m making an exception.”
