Page 4 of Ruthless Obsession (Royal Bastards MC Chicago, IL Chapter)

“That’s a great question?” I hear Mavis’s voice on the other side of the shower curtain. And my body jerks back against the wall in the small shower. I place the washcloth over my breasts and guard a hand over my pussy.

A towel appears over the shower curtain. That gesture makes me feel safe. Honestly, knowing he didn’t try to hurt me so far makes me feel safe.

I turn off the water and wrap the towel around my body.

“Why would he want to kill you, Sophie?” His voice is deep and commanding but also drips with silk that could make any woman fall to her knees for him. But not me. I’m not into bikers for various reasons.

I peel back the shower curtain and step on the bathmat in front of him. “Because of the fight we got into last night.”

He stands from the toilet seat and caresses my bruised cheek.

A shiver slips up my spine. I should stop staring at him. God, he’s beautiful in a Gladiator biker kind of way. I wonder how many women come to the club just to have him look at them like he’s looking at me.

“He warned me not to think about leaving.”

Mavis removes his hand from my face. I instantly want the feel of his calloused hand back on my cheek.

Can’t be attracted to the man holding you captive.

I move to the sink and line my toothbrush with toothpaste.

Mavis stands behind me. I peek at the black leather cut he’s wearing. His name patch grabs my attention and a few others.

“I think he would’ve collected you before you got far. I believe he knew I was there last night. And circled back this morning to send a message.”

I listen intently as I brush my teeth. Narrowing my eyes, I glance at my forehead. Blood trickles from my hairline.

“Shit, I told Tonya to patch you up,” he bites out.

He crouches down and retrieves items from the cabinet.

I rinse off my toothbrush and rinse out my mouth before placing the items into my toiletry bag.

He sits the first aid kit on the counter.

“You keep a first aid kit on hand?” I ask.

He chuckles. “Yeah, we get into fights sometimes. I have to be able to patch myself up.”

I arch a brow. “You don’t patch yourself up.”

“That’s true. If I get hurt again, will you let another woman patch me up?”

Heat hits my core. What the fuck is this man doing to me?

“I don’t care if another woman patches you up,” I lie.

Why do I care who patches up this lunatic?

He laughs again. “I can say for certain no other man will touch what’s mine.”

“I’m not yours.”

He turns me to face him. Mavis lifts the edge of my apple printed bonnet and pats the blood with a clean towel, then applies antiseptic to my wound.

“This must’ve happened when we hit the ground,” he says.

It’s then I notice he has scrapes and cuts on his arms. “You’re hurt,” I murmur.

“What are you going to do about it?” he inquires.

The heat now circles in my belly and causes my nipples to pebble beneath the towel.

“I-I can clean up your wounds.”

“After I take a shower, I’ll bring the supplies into the room.”

He places a bandage over the wound.

“Why were you crying?” Mavis asks.

“Just past trauma.”

“That Toby caused?” he asks. The scowl on his face is evident. He wants to rip Toby apart.

“Before Toby. But I can’t talk about it.”

Mavis runs a hand across the mirror getting rid of some of the condensation. I stare at my appearance and us.

He towers over me like a Greek God, without realizing it my tongue slicks across my lips.

“Want me that badly, huh?”

“I don’t want you at all,” I spit.

“Now that I’ve taken you from your little boyfriend, we’ll take STD tests. Want to make sure that snake didn’t give you anything.”

My brows lower. “Says the biker who sleeps with everything that walks.”

He chuckles. “Not unprotected I don’t. I’ve only had sex with one woman unprotected. That was with my high school girlfriend many years ago.”

“You can test me. Just know I never fucked Toby and damn sure won’t fuck you.”

His brows pinch together. “How long were you with Toby?”

“Two years.”

Mavis stares at me for a beat. “Did he try?”

I swallow. “We did other things. Just not sex. He said he likes knowing he has his own virgin.”

I thought it was sweet. That’s why I stayed with Toby so long and put up with his weird demands. He never pressured me to have sex.

Mavis’s green eyes darken. He slams his fist against the wall.

I shiver uncontrollably.

“Why are you upset?”

“He’s sex trafficking women, Sophie.”

I stumble back. “No he isn’t. I know he owns night clubs and strip clubs.”

Mavis sinks onto the toilet seat, head in his hands. “He fucks other women, Sophie.”

I gasp. “Why? Because I’m a virgin?”

He places a strong hand on the side of my thigh and for some reason I’m not scared he’ll hurt me.

Mavis meets my gaze. “I believe he planned to sell you.”

My hand flies over my mouth. “No, he wouldn’t.”

“Psycho uncovered some information last night that confirmed he was involved in sex trafficking through an app.”

I shake my head. The weird shit Toby had me doing makes me think maybe Mavis is telling the truth.

“Come on, I’m going to lock you in my bedroom while I take a shower.”

“Mavis, you don’t have to lock me in the room.”

He smirks. “I do. Because I know you’ll slip out and try to run. If you did, just know I’d chase you down and bring you right back. I told you before. You’re mine now.”

I ignore his words as I gather my clothes off the floor.

Mavis keeps me tucked against his side as we head toward his bedroom.

“Turn the fuck around,” he snaps at his brothers.

“If any of you so much as glance at my woman, I’ll cut your fucking eyes out.”

“Chill, Ruthless,” one of them mutters.

“Don’t fucking test me,” he growls, voice low and lethal.