Page 57 of Rogue's Path

“Show me the way. I’ve always wanted a tour of your place.”

That won’t ever happen. Though maybe we could dump him in the pit until the weekend is over. No one would notice. They’d probably think he was drunk in his room the whole time.

The woman trails behind him with her head down.

I’ve seen that subservient walk all too often in outlaw clubs. It makes my blood boil.

“This will do.” He sneers at the guest suite. At most clubs, they’re closets with a bed in them. Ours are the size of a large hotel room with an ensuite bathroom, kitchenette stocked with food in the living room with a couch that pulls out for ones with kids, and a california-king-sized bed in its own room. “It’s too bad that you’re always coming up short. Like that little bike-building hobby of yours. I designed my own bike. Did you see it? That took me fifteen minutes to design.”

That fits. Though a three-year-old could have done a better job in those fifteen minutes.

“I think I’ll start my own shop.”

Customers are sure to flock to you with a bike that terrible.

“The funeral starts at noon.” Havoc's voice remains calm.

“You be sure to tell Rhys that she can stay with me when she arrives.”

The only way she’d get near you would be to kill you.

We step out of the room, closing the door behind us.

“You didn’t kill him,” Havoc whispers under his breath. “You didn’t kill him.”

“We just need to make it through the next forty-eight hours.” It’s going to feel like a lifetime.

Rhys

Rogue

“Are we going to have enough room if another club shows up?” Havoc and I stand together, staring at the almost full field.

“We can move them into the west field.” It’s mowed. But we don’t have half as many bathrooms back there. We had no idea so many clubs would show up. I know Berzerker has made a ton of friends at rallies, but never would I have imagined that this many people would have come.

“That’s a hike to get back to the main compound, especially for some of the older and younger ones.”

Havoc isn’t wrong. “We have a few golf carts. But I’ll see about renting a few more.”

“Don’t rent them; buy them.”

“Will do.” They won’t match our others, but we can give them a paint job after everyone leaves. “I’ll do that and stop in for a coffee.”

“Coffee, eh?”

“I haven’t seen her in two days. She might have given up on me.” Leaving her waiting there was torment, but we hadn’t made any official plans, and the club needed me.

“You mean you haven’t kissed her in two days.” Havoc smirks at me.

“That too. Something about that woman is addictive. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”

“Then why this game? I’ve never seen you like this with a woman.” Havoc steps back and leans against his desk.

“Have you ever just seen a woman and known she was someone special? Just in a single moment, you thought, my whole world could be that woman standing in front of me. Then you find out she came over on a dare and would have happily kissed any of my brothers. The way she was staring at you…I thought you would have been her preference.”

“Once she looked at you, she never saw anyone else.”

No, she didn’t. “That’s the only reason I kissed her.” I almost didn’t, which would have been the stupidest mistake that I’ve ever made. But one kiss solidified all those thoughts. “Then she walked away. Without even telling me her name. And she did it again at the Ivy Café. I don’t know what she wants, but it doesn’t seem to be a relationship.” And now I’m talking about my feelings. This woman messed up my head already, and we aren’t even in a relationship. What’s she going to do to me when we’re together?