Page 61 of Ruthless Obsession

“Hello darlin.” he smiles. His long thick black beard hits his belly that stretches the t-shirt fabric to the limit.

“I’d like to sit here,” I tell him.

Karla places my drink in front of me.

“Is that so? You can sit on my lap,” he offers.

“I’ll pass. Your stool will suffice.”

His buddies, chuckle at our exchange and the fact that I won’t back down.

“Maybe I want to keep you company, sweetness.”

I cringe at his pet name for me. If Mavis heard him, he’d lose his shit.

“I’d like to chill, and when I stay here, I prefer this stool.”

His dark brows rustle together then his eyes move over my shoulder.

His face pales as he hops off the stool. His gray eyes meet mine. “There you go Ruthless’s OL’ Lady.”

I glare at him. “I shouldn’t have to mention his name to be respected and treated like a lady. If men are seated at the bar it’s only right, they offer their seat to the ladies. I guess I’ll mention that to Ruthless.”

He doesn’t say another word. He stalks off. Three other seats become available. I sink onto the stool.

I meet the bartender’s gaze. “They only left because someone told them I’m Mavis’s OL’ Lady?”

Karla’s eyes widen and she tongues her lip ring. “You’re his OL’ Lady?”

“Yeah, unless he gives his hook ups his credit card.”

“He’s never been a one woman kind of man,” she says.

It’s clear she has it bad for Ruthless.

“He kidnapped me. Kept me as his captive. Now I’m his OL’ Lady.” I sip my drink.

“Don’t get me wrong I’m happy to be with him. It just feels like a lot of bikers are afraid of him. I don’t need our relationship status hanging over my head all night.”

Her smile rises and falls.

I turn to the band playing a classic heavy metal song. Bringing the glass to my lips, I smile.

Two women walk toward the bar. I glance at them before turning my attention back to the band. I feel eyes on me throughout the club. Maybe the word is spreading about Ruthless’s OL’ Lady. Chatter about us doesn’t bother me. As long as I’m treated with respect, I’ll give that same respect.

“That’s a fucking lie. She can’t be his OL’ Lady,” One of the women says to my left like I’m not sitting here.

Or she wants me to hear their conversation and react like a crazy bitch.

“No, I won’t chill. Everyone knows he’s single. How could it possibly happen that fucking fast? If he’s really with her.” She practically spits the last words on my skin.

She’s so close now I can smell her cheap perfume.

“Did you say all that to get a reaction from me?”

She looks me up and down. “Where the fuck did you even come from?”

Oh, this bitch wants to fight. I slam my glass on the bar. “You want my attention?” I stand barely leaving any space between us.