Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Midas
I hate my job. I hate being away from the clubhouse all day, knowing that’s where Legs spends most of her time.
We’ve reached an understanding now. I had to dig deep to stick to it.
Turns out being fucking friends was more complicated than I ever thought it would be, so like a dick I downgraded us to acquaintances who occasionally fuck.
It’s made it easier to keep my distance from her all these months, or at least that’s what I’ve been telling myself.
Lately, though, I’ve been finding it harder and looking for any excuse to have her near.
She’s been here over a year now. I thought I’d have lost interest ages ago, but instead, I’ve drip-fed this growing obsession I’ve had with her and somehow made everything worse.
With a groan, I brace myself as I walk into the clubhouse.
After a long-ass day dealing with dickheads, the first thing I do is scan the room, finding Legs sitting on Probe’s lap.
I start to move toward her when Blade calls me.
I turn and see him sitting at the bar with King.
King glares at me before looking away. What the fuck’s his problem?
“Prez?”
“How’s the shop?”
“Good. Busy. Really busy.”
He sighs. “I figured you were going to say that.”
“Why? What’s up?”
“We need another prospect or two. The new ones are okay, but the originals are fucking hard work, and losing one every day to Au isn’t helping. It might be time for you to take on an employee.”
And just like that, he gives me the perfect excuse. “Leave it with me. I’ll figure something out. Tell the prospects I won’t need them anymore.”
“You sure?”
I nod. “Good luck with that last one you sent me, though. Motherfucker has selective hearing.”
“What the fuck is it with this batch of prospects?” he mutters. King looks amused but keeps his mouth shut. As a former club president, he’s probably had his fair share of prospect headaches.
Personally, I think it’s time to cut our losses and start fresh with the three newbies. I leave them to figure that shit out, glad Blade’s the president and I’m just a patched brother.
I make my way over to the table where Legs is sitting, watching as she laughs at something. Motherfuckers. I grit my teeth, and I see a couple of brothers look up as I get closer. Legs must sense the shift in the air, because she turns and sees me coming straight for her.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“I need a word.”
“Um… okay,” she says, getting off Probe’s lap with his help. He pats her ass and flashes me a shit-eating grin when he sees me scowling at him. Fucking bastard.
I grab her hand and lead her out back. There are a couple of brothers out here drinking, but otherwise, it’s pretty quiet. I sit on one of the benches, and when she goes to sit beside me, I tug her down until she’s straddling my lap.
“Did you really need a word, or were you just trying to get me alone so you could have your wicked way with me?”
“Babe, I’m always trying to have my wicked way with you.”
She grins, her eyes moving over my face like she’s trying to figure out my angle.
“Okay, so I know you do most of the cooking here—”
“Did someone complain?” she asks, looking worried.
“What? No. And fuck anyone who does. The only thing better than your cooking is the taste of your pussy.”
She rolls her eyes, but I see that grin poking through.
“Like I was saying, I know you do most of the cooking, but how’d you feel about taking on another job?”
She cocks her head. “It depends. What’s the job?”
“I want you to come work with me.”
“You want me to work at the pawnshop?”
I nod and watch her as she bites her lip, resisting the urge to lean in and bite it myself.
“Why?”
“Blade needs the prospect, and I trust you. You’ve already helped out a few times, so I know you’ve got a handle on how shit works. Plus, you’re a quick learner and good with people.”
She looks away for a minute, and I can see her thinking it over. I wasn’t expecting her to jump for joy—the job’s hardly glamorous—but I didn’t expect I’d have to sell it, either. I grab her hips and pull her closer, letting my hard cock rub against her.
“Is this so you can get your dick wet on your lunch break?” she jokes. Or at least I think it’s a joke, but there’s a serious look in her eyes.
“If I told you I never plan to fuck you at the shop, I’d be lying. But that’s not why I’m asking. I do need the help, and you’re my first choice. My only choice. You know how much I hate people.”
She chuckles at that. I wouldn’t say I’m antisocial. I’m just anti-people unless they’re part of the club.
“I’ll pay you, of course.”
Her face lights up at that. I’ve got no clue what club girls actually make, but I know they get their room and board for free and an allowance for essential shit. I should’ve realized that money was the angle to push.
“You’ll pay me? Like a real wage?”
I grin. She sounds so innocent right now—so unlike the club girl she is.
“Yes, Legs. I’ll pay you a real wage. I’ll also get you to work and give you a ride back, and if something comes up, I’ll get a prospect to drive you home.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
She squeals, throwing her hands in the air, catching the other guys’ attention. They laugh at her excitement before going back to whatever they were doing.
“So, that’s a yes then?”
“Yes. It’s a yes,” she says, bouncing with excitement before slamming her mouth down on mine.
We both freeze for a second. Kissing has been one of the things I’ve made sure not to do since that day at the tattoo parlor because it blurs the lines.
But fuck me, the feel of her lips on mine makes me want to break every single one of my rules.
She pulls back; her face flushed. “I’m sorry. I was just so excited—”
I slam my mouth against hers, stealing her words and her breath. The electricity that’s always between us sparks bright and dangerous, threatening to combust, but I don’t stop, and she doesn’t pull away.
It isn’t until a laugh sounds behind us that I pull back. I look over her shoulder and see a group of brothers heading our way. Looking up at Legs—her lips swollen, her eyes burning with need—I know I can’t just sit here and watch them flirt with her when I know how turned on she is.
“Let’s go for a ride.”
She smiles, so damn sweet it’s enough to give me a toothache, and climbs off my lap, waiting for me to stand.
“You guys leaving?” Toot asks, dropping down next to me as I get up.
“We’re going for a ride,” Legs says, her eyes never leaving mine.
“Be safe and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Legs smirks. “That doesn’t leave us much to work with, Toot.”
Grabbing her hand, I yank her away before they start flirting.
“It’s like that, is it, Midas?” Toot yells behind us.
I don’t bother turning around. I lift my free hand above my head and flip him off.
I’m laying with my head in her lap while she stares out at the water. Her fingers drift through my hair as we soak in the quiet of the moment.
“I like it here.”
“Me too. I come here to think... or just come here for the quiet.”
“Hmm. How’d you ever find this place?”
“Snake, actually. He proposed to his old lady here.”
“Snake?”
“Yeah. Used to be a friend of mine.”
“Used to?”
“You know who Bear was?”
“That… he’s the old VP, right?” she asks tentatively.
“Yeah. He tried to kill Blade so that he could take over. Well, Snake stepped up to be his right-hand man. I’m guessing he thought that made him Bear’s VP. The whole thing was a fucking mess.”
“It usually is.” She looks down at me with a shaky smile on her lips.
“When Viper took over as president, let’s just say there were some who weren’t happy.
It all worked out, obviously. But for a while, the club felt like it was split down the middle, and I was caught on the side of damned if you do or damned if you don’t. ”
“I get people getting caught in the middle, but that’s not what happened with Snake. Motherfucker was too smart for that. You know if I hadn’t seen with my own eyes what he’d become, I wouldn’t have believed it. It didn’t make losing him any easier to deal with, though.”
“I’m sorry about your friend.”
“Don’t be. He made his bed.”
“Still…”
“No, he made his choice. The way I see it, you’ve gotta stand for something or fall for nothing. Bear would never have been my president. I would’ve followed Blade to the grave if that was the only option.”
“I get it. I’ve had to make the best of impossible situations, too.”
I don’t say anything to that. If she knew the shit I’d had to wade through to get here...
“We should come here more often. It feels like a different world. Almost makes me not want to go back.”
“Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.” I sigh dramatically, getting to my feet. I hold out my hand for her and help her up.
“I don’t know... this feels like it could be the start of something amazing,” she says, then flinches, looking like she wants to take the words back.
Fuck.
“I meant the job. I didn’t realize how it sounded until it came out of my mouth,” she admits.
“Don’t sweat it,” I tell her. But in my head, I’m wondering why the fuck I brought her here. This is more than I’d ever do with a club girl, and we both know it.
“Better get back. The guys’ll probably starve without you there to feed them.”
“There’s nothing wrong with their fingers.”
I suck in a sharp breath and head for the bike before I lose my shit, knowing exactly what she meant. She hurries over and grabs her helmet from me.
“Are you okay?” she asks as I get on my bike.
“Yup. Just got places to be, Legs. You know how it is.”
“Yeah, Midas. I know how it is,” she says softly before slipping her helmet on over her head. She climbs on behind me, wraps her arms around my waist, and holds on tight.
I know I should say something—do something—but I’ll just fuck it up like I always do.
So I stay quiet, finding comfort in the fact that, even though I’ve gotta take a step back again, she’ll be away from the clubhouse every day and in my domain.
I like knowing exactly where she is. It settles something inside me, and I don’t care how much of a bastard that makes me.
It’s like she said, sometimes you gotta make the best out of an impossible situation. And right now, nothing feels more impossible than the possibility of us.