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“I was in the Viking, talking to Jessie. They were in the bar, too. Tori came over and asked me if my name was Rory. She had heard about me, I guess.”
I knew it. “Fucking Tori,” I seethe.
Rory rolls her eyes.
“So, you’re gonna stick around, huh?”
She purses her lips, looks around. “I just got here. It would be rude to not stay for a little while.”
For a hot second, I consider just grabbing her, tossing her over my shoulder, and marching her off the damn property. But then, as I’m contemplating whether it would work, she surprises me by changing the subject.
“Brody?” she says quietly. “I ran into Thorpe Summers on the street.”
Thorpe is one of my buddies from high school. The two of us ran with the same crowd, back in the day, so Rory knew him, too.
“Yeah, he’s still around,” I say. “He works for the MC, actually. At our garage.”
“Oh.” Her eyes widen. “Does that mean he might show up here today?” she whispers.
There’s a weird look on her face. She looks kind of scared, somehow. Nah, that doesn’t make any sense. She hasn’t seen the guy in forever.
“Nah. Today is for theclub,” I tell her, putting emphasis on the word. “He’s an employee.”
“Oh. Good.” She visibly relaxes at my words. But still. She’s gone kind of pale. I don’t know what to make of it.
“Who’s this?” A familiar female voice says just then. Sassy comes sidling up, with a couple of the other club girls, Toni and Mandy in tow. Sassy’s dressed in a tight-as-hell red leather skirt and sky-high heels. Her tits are on full display in a tiny cropped Harley T-shirt that looks like it’s sized for a five-year-old. She looks damn good, to be honest.
“Hi, there,” she says to Rory, the words coming out sickly sweet. “I’m Sassy.”
Rory blinks. Her eyes travel up and down Sassy’s form from top to toe.
“I’m Rory,” she replies, in a voice tinged with ice.
“Are you with the Wretched Souls?” Sassy continues. She inches closer to me, and puts a possessive hand on my forearm. “I haven’t seen you around here before. You don’t look much like a club girl. You a house mouse, or something?”
Rory’s eyes flick to mine, her expression searching. She doesn’t know what club girl or house mouse mean, but it doesn’t take her long to figure out Sassy means to insult her.
My jaw tightens at the verbal slap. Sassy’s being a jealous bitch. I take her hand off my arm.
“No, I’m not with the other club,” Rory retorts. “I was invited by Eden and the other wives. I’m a friend of theirs.”
“Aww, afriend. Well, that’s sure nice of them,” Sassy coos, but there’s an edge to it that makes it clear she doesn’t think it’s nice at all. “Isn’t that nice, Rogue, the old ladies taking in a stray?”
“Leave it alone, Sassy,” I warn.
She stares up at me and moves closer again, until her tits are brushing up against my arm. She ain’t wearing a bra, and I can feel her nipples hard on the skin of my forearm. I ain’t gonna lie, the sensation gets me a little hard, even though I don’t want it to.
“Are you Rogue’s little plaything, then?” Rory asks Sassy. “Or do you just want to be? Cuz it looks to me like you’re just a wannabe.”
“Ooohh!” Toni and Mandy chorus.
Sassy looks pissed, but tries to hide it. “She really is a mousy one,” she remarks to me cattily. “Don’t you think?”
“No, I don’t,” I growl, pushing her away just hard enough that she stumbles a little. “And neither do you. You’re just bein’ a cunt. That shit ain’t gonna work on me, Sassy.”
“What shit?” she asks, batting her eyes.
“You know damn well what I mean.” I poke a hard finger at her. “Your games are gettin’ damn tiresome.”
