Page 20 of Ruthless Obsession (Royal Bastards MC Chicago, IL Chapter)
“Marcy and Lillian, if you’d like to continue being a club fox and a club slut respectively, you’ll show OL’ Ladies respect.”
Tonya nods at me. “This is Sophie. Ruthless’s OL’ Lady. You might feel he got with Sophie too fast. You love who you love.”
“Love,” Lillian snorts.
My blood boils. “Aww, what’s the matter? You fucked Ruthless but got no skin to skin contact?” A devilish smirk curls the ends of my lips.
Anger flashes in her blue eyes. “Oh, so you’re bragging now.”
“I’m simply telling you he’s with the person he wants to be with. Me. He’s mine now.” I lean closer. “And I don’t fucking share.”
Her evil gaze roves my skin.
“Oh, and Marcy, don’t worry about cleaning our quarters. I have it under control.”
I smile sweetly, “Nice meeting you, ladies.”
Tonya claps a hand on my back and sits beside me. “You almost got jumped.”
“I would’ve gone down swinging.”
We roar with laughter.
My food is finally placed in front of me. I inhale the seasoned fries. “I love a good burger and fries.”
Tonya rattles off her drink order to Karla.
My heart is in my throat. Mavis has been gone for hours and I haven’t heard anything. It was hard not going to Tonya’s room and asking her if she’d her from Legos.
“Have you heard from Legos?”
She smiles. “No, I haven’t.”
“Right,” I sigh.
“This is apart of the life. Sometimes their gone for days. I usually hear from Lego when he’s on longer runs.”
“I remember when my brother went on runs. My mom would be worried.”
“So you grew up in the life?” Tonya asks.
“Yeah, kind of.” I pop a fry into my mouth. “I’m very familiar with biker life. But my brother didn’t allow me into the club until I was eighteen. I have a bike. It’s a Ducati though. Those are the bikes my brother’s MC rides.”
She knocks her shoulder against mine. “You’ll fit right in here.”
I grin before biting into my burger.
“Ruthless and I have a party to attend. If you don’t mind a little trouble I’d love for you and Legos to come.”
“I’m always ready for trouble.” She winks.
“Good. Come over to the house Wednesday evening at five. We’ll need to get fitted for evening gowns. Oh, and we’ll be strapped.”
“Fuck yes,” she beams.
“I’m going back to my room to relax. I want to be ready for Legos when he gets in. “Are you going to be good?”
“I’ll try.”
I squeeze Tonya’s arm. “It seems everyone knows I belong to Ruthless. So, I’ll be fine.”
She gulps down her whiskey. “Behave,” Tonya says before walking away.
Between bites of my burger, I peek at the stage. A slow ballad is playing and a few bikers dance with their OL’ Ladies.
My eyes fall on Jennifer. She’s standing near a couple of bikers playing pool. I smile and turn back to my meal.
It looks like she’s moved on from Mavis. Good. I miss him.
Sophie think good thoughts. He and his brothers are safe. I exhale.
“Hello.”
I glance at the woman. “Having fun tonight?”
“Yeah, the guys are cool. Came to grab another drink. It’s Sophie right?”
“Yes.” I point at her. “And your Jennifer, right?”
She nods, then rattles off her drink of choice to Karla.
“You’re all the buzz around the clubhouse tonight. Everyone’s in shock that Mavis has an OL’ Lady.” She visibly swallows. Jennifer looks close to tears.
“We were together not that long ago,” she sniffles.
Damn, she developed feelings for him.
She gulps her screwdriver.
“I had no idea we’d be together.”
“He doesn’t like skin to skin contact, kissing, or gazing into each other’s eyes.”
How could I tell her hookups aren’t about emotional contact? Yeah, most people like skin to skin contact. At least that’s what my friends said they got a lot of while we were in college. The friends I hadn’t talked to once things got serious between Toby and me.
“Some men struggle with connection,” I say.
“So he’s the same way with you and you just deal with it?” she inquires.
I won’t go into detail. She seems a little fragile.
“He kisses me.”
The big brooding man loves to kiss me and cuddle. And loves eating my pussy. I instinctively squeeze my legs together at the thought of how good that man eats my pussy.
Jennifer’s eyes briefly fall on my thighs then back to my eyes.
“So you deal with his short comings instead of pushing him to give more of himself.”
She shakes her head. “That’s where I went wrong.”
I meet her gaze. “I’m sure there are some good bikers here who’d love to make you their OL’ Lady.”
What a lie I told. She gives off creepy vibes like she might stalk the next guy.
I grab her arm. “Listen, you’re beautiful. Figure out which guy you have your eye on, and I can give advice on how to become more than…”
“You’d do that for me?”
“Jennifer, I would.”
She grins from ear to ear this time. “Thanks. I’ll get back to you.”
Jennifer darts off to the game room.
“That bitch is crazy. I know for a fact she’s obsessed with Ruthless,” Karla mutters, wiping down the bar with a white cloth.
I shoot her a glare. “And you’re not? Your lip was trembling when you found out I was his OL’ Lady.”
“So what if I wanted to be his OL’ Lady?” she snaps.
“Almost every club fox and club slut wanted him.”
“Right. You all fell for the tortured soul, thinking you could fix him.” I shake my head. “But he doesn’t need fixing—he needed someone who’d ride with him,” I reply shaking my head.
Karla twists her lips, and stalks off to the other end of the bar to help a customer.
Fifteen minutes pass before I feel someone take the seat to my right. A man with jet-black hair and piercing blue eyes flashes a charming smile.
“Yellow looks good on you,” he says.
“Thanks.” I grin.
“Wanna dance after you finish eating?” he offers. His skin’s tanned like he works outside. He’s wearing a clean black tee with a pro team logo, crisp jeans, and black biker boots. Does he ride a motorcycle?
“No, I’m just catching up on game highlights. White Sox are playing tonight,” I reply, taking a bite of my burger.
“I hear you,” he says.
“Have you been here long?” I ask because if he has and knows I’m with Ruthless, this guy has a death wish.
“I just arrived with my buddy Cato.” He stretches his hand out for mine. “My names Darran.”
I place my hand in his. “I’m Sophie.”
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
I pull my hand from his rough calloused palm.
“Thank you.” I peek at the TV.
Karla comes over. “What would you like to drink?” she asks Darran.
“I’ll have a scotch on the rocks and whatever she’s drinking.”
Karla narrows her gaze on me.
“Darran, thanks for the offer. I’m good,” I say.
I peek at Karla. “I’ll have another vodka on the rocks. Add it to my tab.”
She lifts a brow then walks away.
“Are you a regular here?” He asks.
“I will be going forward,” I say.
“Like the biker life, huh?” he asks.
“Yeah, they’re all about family.”
“How about you bring your food. We can chill in the game room on one of the couches. When your done eating we can shoot some pool.”
I smirk. “I’d just like to sit here, eat, and chat. You don’t need to get to know me better. Let’s just have a relaxed conversation. If you’re looking for anything more than you probably want to talk to any of the other women here.”
I’d been locked away for awhile. I miss talking to people. I talk to Mavis when he’s home, but he spends most of his time making my ex-boyfriends life a living hell.
“I want to stare into your beautiful brown eyes all night.”
Damn, there goes our sports conversation.
“Darran you can’t. I have a man. His name is Ruthless.”
Karla places our drinks on the counter.
He places cash on the bar, picks up his Scotch and gulps down the contents in one go. His eyes rove my breast and thighs.
Shit.
Did he hear what I said? It’s clear he doesn’t know who Ruthless is.
“You’re man’s lucky,” he says huskily.
I peek at Karla as I sip my vodka.
“Anything else, Ms. Marticon?”
I smile sweetly. “A glass of water, please.”
My eyes fall on Darran. “Have a good night.”
I notice bikers standing around the club. My hand rises low telling them to stand down.
“He rises to his feet and leans into my ear.
“I don’t think you have a boyfriend. I think you’re playing hard to get. I like to play games too.” He grips my thigh.
My heart plummets to my feet.
“That’s all men want to do is fuck,” I bite out.
“With a body like yours. I want to lick every fucking inch.”
I grab his wrist and twist it. “You’re acting like an asshole.”
“What the fuck bitch?” he snaps and grabs my wrist.
“You called my OL’ Lady a bitch?” I hear behind me. “And put your hands on her.”
Oh… shit.