Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Legs
The knock on the door changes everything in an instant. A wall springs up between us, and the man from before becomes cold and indifferent. It’s nothing I’m not used to, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t sting just the same.
He gets up and heads over to the door as I scramble off the bed and grab my clothes. My cheeks heat with embarrassment, which is ridiculous, really.
“Don’t get dressed on my account, sweetheart,” G says with a wink as I look up and see him leaning against the doorframe, watching me.
I offer him an awkward smile and pull on my T-shirt. It barely covers my pussy, but it’s better than nothing.
Midas looks over his shoulder at me before turning back to G. “We’re done here anyway. Do me a favor, though. Fuck her anywhere but my bed.”
I freeze, and he walks out without a backward glance. Which is fine. I don’t want him to see the hurt and shame burning my skin anyway.
“And lock up behind you,” he calls out as G turns to look at me, the open leer from before replaced with something almost like sympathy, but I shake it off. I have one job here—to fuck.
My heart’s still bruised from the last biker I developed feelings for.
But no more. I’m done. They can have my body, but I don’t have it in me to keep giving away pieces of myself and not get anything in return.
Eventually, there’ll be nothing left of me to give, and then what?
Will I simply just fade away? Will anyone even remember me when I’m gone?
“Hey, you okay?”
“Huh?” I blink and look up at him.
“You kinda zoned out there for a second.”
I shake my head and force a small smile. “Sorry. It’s been a long day.”
He eyes me like he knows I’m lying, but he doesn’t push it.
“You wanna get out of here for a while?”
Figuring it’s safe to get dressed since he’s talking about leaving, I bend down and pull on my underwear and shorts, then grab my bra and shove it in my pocket before facing him again.
“What did you have in mind?”
“I don’t know about you, but I could really go for a burger.”
My eyes must light up because he chuckles.
“Go get dressed for the slide, not the ride, and I’ll meet you downstairs in ten.”
I smile and nod. “Perfect.”
He turns to leave, but I step forward. “G, wait.” He stops and looks back at me.
He’s handsome in that classic bad boy way.
Not that he wouldn’t look hot in an expensive suit but those tattoos and piercings will always draw attention.
He’s just my type, so where the heck are the butterflies I just experienced with Midas?
Maybe I’m just over thinking it. Yeah, that must be it.
“Just… thanks.”
His mouth curves. “I get to spend the evening with a sexy woman on the back of my bike. Sounds like I should be the one thanking you.”
I laugh. “Okay. I won’t be long,” I say as I brush past him into the hallway and head toward my room.
“No rush, sweetheart. I won’t leave without you,” he calls after me.
I look back, but he’s already gone, and my shoulders slump. Releasing a breath, I make it to my room and open the door. Walking in, I shut it behind me and lean against it, letting my eyes slip closed.
I wish I’d never walked into that stupid pawnshop.
I almost didn’t, but I saw a necklace in the window that caught my eye, and for a second, I thought it might be the one I’ve been looking for.
I never expected to see a man like Midas behind the counter or to feel such a strong attraction to him when I still had feelings for a Chaos Demon. Or maybe I don’t.
I mean, if my feelings for Kaz were real, I wouldn’t have felt anything for Midas, right?
Though I’d have to be fucking blind not to see how insanely hot he is.
It’s fitting that his name’s Midas, because his hair looks like it’s spun from gold.
Then again, after that little show he just put on, maybe Rumpelstiltskin would be more appropriate.
I could feel his anger bubbling beneath the surface, and despite what people might think about me, I’m not dumb. I know it’s because I’m a club girl.
Opening my eyes, I strip out of my clothes and head to my bathroom, grateful I have this room all to myself. At the other clubhouses, I had to share with at least one other club girl, but most of the time, there’d be three or four of us crammed into one of the dorm-style rooms.
I pull my hair up into a messy bun so it doesn’t get wet and turn on the shower.
Not bothering to wait for it to warm up, I climb in and quickly wash myself, scrubbing far more vigorously than necessary.
Rinsing off, I let the water ease the ache in my muscles for a moment before turning the shower off.
With no towels, I grab my robe from the back of the door and wrap it around myself, the soft fabric clinging to my damp skin as I walk back into the bedroom.
I head over to my dresser and pull out a pair of cotton underwear and a matching bra.
Then I grab a plain white tank top, skin-tight black leather pants, and a matching jacket with lots of silver zippers.
I might sweat in it at first, but if G’s serious about taking me for a ride, I’ll be glad I wore it.
If there’s one thing I’ve found pleasure in over the years, it’s being on the back of a bike, hurtling down the highway so fast it takes your breath away.
With my arms thrown wide and my eyes closed, it’s the closest I’ve ever come to flying.
Hell, it’s the closest I’ve ever come to feeling free.
After getting dressed, I pull on a pair of black ankle booties and head back into the bathroom to reapply my makeup.
Pulling the elastic out, I run a brush through my hair before French braiding it.
Satisfied, I walk back into the bedroom and grab my wallet and keys from the dresser and my helmet from the chair in the corner.
When I arrived with it, I got a few strange looks but pretended I didn’t notice.
I know some bikers won’t put anyone behind them that isn’t their old lady, but others just don’t give a fuck.
So I have a helmet—because whenever I get the chance to ride, I always take it.
Ever since a crash when I was sixteen, I haven’t ridden without one.
One traumatic brain injury is enough, thank you very much.
Not that it holds me back much—though I still get migraines. But it could’ve been a lot worse.
Making sure I have everything; I open the door and step out into the hallway.
This time, I lock it behind me and slide the key into my pocket.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, I head downstairs, keeping to the edges of the crowd, not wanting to get sucked in.
It’s a tricky thing, navigating the rules of being a bunny.
Having someone pin me down and force me to have sex is against the rules, but my role here is to please the brothers in any way they see fit.
Blade took us aside earlier and gave us the rundown on the rules, and it felt good to know that we could say no and nobody could force us to do something we didn’t want to do.
While we were technically here to fuck, we could say no at any time.
If we stopped fulfilling our role altogether, then it would be a problem and we’d be asked to leave, which was fair enough.
He also made it clear that if we left, we would face no repercussions.
We just had to keep our mouths shut about anything we may have learned or overheard during our time here.
The thought of leaving without repercussions almost seems like an alien concept. When you’re in survival mode, you don’t think about the future; you only think about the here and now. If you’re particularly brave, then maybe a few tomorrows too. Anything beyond that is asking for trouble.
This life is not for the weak, after all. It can flip on a dime, and everything you believe is safe can and will shatter—if only to remind you of your place in the world.
Coming here is a fresh start I so desperately need, but there’s a voice in my head that keeps telling me that it isn’t enough. I ignore it because it has to be, at least for now.
G spots me and grins, waving me over. I head his way, passing Midas without letting him know I saw him. I can feel his eyes on me, though. My skin burns and my body aches with need all over again.
Dammit, I don’t need another man complicating my life.
“You look good enough to eat,” G growls as he wraps his arm around my shoulders. “Are you ready to get out of here?”
“Absolutely.” I nod.
He tugs me toward the door, holding it open for me when we reach it. Unable to resist, I glance behind me. Midas is with another club girl—his hands on her ass, her lips on his jaw. But his eyes... they’re locked on me.
I let the image sear into my brain, knowing I need to remember exactly what he is and what I am to him: nothing more than a convenient fuck.
After driving for about an hour, G pulls into the parking lot of a diner, and we head inside. The bell above the door jingles as we walk in, and we head to a booth by the windows. As we take our seats, a waitress walks over, and G orders us both a burger with the works, fries, and a chocolate malt.
“I’ll be back in a moment with your drinks,” she says before she walks away to place our order.
G leans back, resting his arm on the back of the bench, and I sit quietly as we wait. It doesn’t take long for our waitress to return with our drinks.
Thanking her, I swirl the straw around, mixing the whipped cream in before leaning forward to take a sip.
“Mmmm,” I hum happily as I drink half the malt.
“I haven’t had one of these since I was a kid. I totally forgot how good they were,” I admit.
“What a travesty,” he says, his eyes on my mouth.
I chuckle, the straw still between my lips.
“You’re wishing this straw was your dick, aren’t you?”
He grins. “You don’t beat around the bush, do you?” He takes a drink as I lean closer.
“I’m not a big fan of anyone beating around my bush.”
He chokes on his drink and glares at me. “You’re the one who’s supposed to do the choking around here,” he taunts, and I burst out laughing.
A smile spreads across his face, and something tells me that this isn’t an act. He really is a nice guy. And yeah, maybe I’m wrong—God knows I’ve been before—but that doesn’t mean I am this time.
“I have a feeling we’re going to be really good friends.”
He picks up his knife and pretends to stab himself in the heart with it. “Friend-zoned before I’ve even tasted her.”
“I never said you couldn’t taste me, just that I think I’ll end up liking you for more than just your dick.”
“Aww, Legs, that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me. Though just saying, you haven’t seen it yet. It’s big and pierced,” he waggles his brows.
“Noted,” I roll my eyes at him, and it’s his turn to laugh. Just then, the waitress returns with our food.
“Here ya go. Two burgers with the works and fries,” she says, setting our plates on the table. “Enjoy your meal, and if you need anything else, just holler.” Before either of us can say anything, she’s gone.
Looking at my plate, I pick up my burger and take a bite. Oh my God. I moan, my eyes closing as I savor the taste.
“This is the best thing I’ve ever eaten,” I say, opening my eyes to find G staring at me.
“What?” I ask, blinking at him. “Aren’t you going to eat?
” He just shakes his head but picks up his burger and takes a bite.
After that, we eat in relative silence—the food is just that good.
It isn’t until I lean back and start rubbing my food baby that he asks the one question I’d been hoping to avoid.
“So... what was that with you and Midas?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say, taking a sip of my malt.
“Nope. Don’t do that. We’re friends now, remember? Talk to Uncle G.”
I grimace, making him snort.
“Yeah, that sounded better in my head.”
“I have a feeling that happens to you a lot.” I throw a stray fry at him, but he catches it in his mouth and chews it happily.
I sigh. “Honestly, I don’t know. I met him this morning when I walked into his shop. He wasn’t wearing his cut, so I didn’t know who he was. And I didn’t tell him who I was, so I’m sure it was a shock when he saw me at the clubhouse.”
He rubs his chin thoughtfully. “Still… that was cold. If we were talking about Hannibal, I’d get it. But Midas? Nah. There’s something about you. He doesn’t usually spook that easily.”
“It’s called sex, G. He got what he wanted, and maybe he forgot what I am for a second, but I doubt he’ll forget again.”
“What you do,” he corrects me.
I frown. “Huh?”
“Being a club girl is your job. It’s something you do, not who you are.”
I tilt my head, surprised. “You might be the only person who thinks that.”
“That’s because I’m not stupid.” I can’t help but snort at that, and he grins. “But seriously, it only matters what you think, Legs.”
“That’s the problem—it’s hard not to believe what other people think.”
“Fuck them. Other people’s opinions don’t define you.”
“You might be right. But that doesn’t drown out the voice in my head that agrees with them.”
“Now that, I get.”
He leans over and steals a couple of fries off my plate, and I study him for a moment, curious. “What do you do, you know, when you’re not at the club, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“I’m a computer geek. I work mostly in cybersecurity, but I build websites and other shit, too.”
I blink. “Really?”
He nods, stealing another one of my fries.
“Seriously? I’ve never met a computer geek who looks like you before. So you’re super smart, huh?”
“I like to think so,” he grins. “Though if you think I’m smart, wait until you get to know Capone better. He has a PhD in physics.”
“Wow. So Raven Souls are full of smart and sexy bikers?” I tease, playing with my straw.
He smirks. “Well…I don’t like to brag.”
I chuckle. “Somehow, I find that hard to believe.”
“And you’d be correct.” He winks. “What about you? Do you have any hopes and dreams?”
I try to smile, but it feels brittle, so I take another sip of my drink to give myself a moment.
“It might sound silly to you, especially in this day and age when women can be anything they want to be. But I want to be a mom. I want a family. I want grandkids to spoil eventually, and maybe a husband who’ll spoil me, but I’m not expecting a miracle.”
“Doesn’t sound silly at all, Legs. Besides, isn’t that what most of us are looking for?”
“A family?”
“Somewhere to belong.”