Page 59 of Ruthless Obsession

"The kitchen was my sanctuary. Then Joanne came to the window and said table eight had a problem and wanted to talk to me. I refused. There was no way I was going out to deal with a group of bikers. But a little while later, most of them left… except him.I could feel him watching me.

When my shift ended, I stepped outside and there he was—leaning against his bike waiting for me.

Her expression softens, like she’s right back in that moment.

"He stuck around town after that. Got to know me. That man’s protected me ever since… even killed for me. I know exactly why they call him Legos." Her voice wavers slightly, emotion rising.

“We met when I was twenty-five. Been together ten years now.”

She glances at me, smiling through the tears building in her eyes.

“You two are the cutest biker couple.” I grip my fingers together and swoon.

Tonya chuckles. “Ready for your tour?”

“Yes, then I need to order something to eat.”

I glance down at my outfit—hot pink tank, black shorts, and fresh biker boots.

“All right.” She waves a hand over her shoulder.

“It’s weird not having to hold a gun on you,” she teases with a smirk.

“Real funny,” I mutter, locking the door behind me.

My eyes scan the clubhouse. Bikers lounge on the couches in the gaming area, some with women curled up beside them. The place hums with low chatter, clinking glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter.

We head up the stairs to the second level. She nods toward the far end of the club. “That room above Prez’s office? That’s his personal quarters. He’s got stairs inside that lead straight up.”

“When he gave us his blessing earlier, I noticed the staircase. I wondered where it went.”

“Yeah, his office is half biker command center, half man cave.”

“I picked up on that,” I reply, a grin tugging at the corner of my mouth.

“Legos and I are the only couple that lives in the clubhouse. Barlowe our VP’s quarters are straight down this hallway on the right. He likes having a view of the mechanic yard and where the guys hang out.

She shows me several bedrooms. Some are occupied and several aren’t.”

“On the weekends these rooms fill up quickly. One of the club foxes and a club slut are paid to keep the bedrooms clean. Marcy and Sara.”

“Were they cleaning Mavis’s room too?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“I’ll let them know I’ll clean it for now on,” I tell her.

“I don’t want any random woman going through our things and stirring up drama between me and Mavis.”

Tonya lets out a knowing laugh. “Hmm, sounding real territorial right now.”

“I just want it known—I’m the only woman cleaning up after my man.”

“Girl, say less.” Tonya holds up her hand, and we slap palms with a shared smirk.

She leans in slightly. “If you don’t put your foot down the club sluts sometimes try to be side chicks to the bikers who have OL’ Ladies. That doesn’t go over well. Just causes woman to start fighting.”

Our tour wraps up upstairs, and we make our way back down to the first floor.