Chapter 10
ROGUE
Texting Rebel isn’t how I’d intended to tell her our plans for tonight, but I did. I’ve been patient enough over the past month. The past week, I had attempted to give her a chance to show me she was ready for me.
If I didn’t have to get some work done at the clubhouse, I’d make sure to be there when Rebel gets home.
My naughty woman doesn’t realize I’ve found her stash of toys she’s collected for playing.
One of them being a bench I can easily see strapping her down to while I pleasure her to the point of begging me to fuck her.
Then, of course, there’s the rope still sealed in its wrappings.
The thought of tying her up and leaving her vulnerable to my every will has my cock throbbing.
I remember the first time she’d allowed me to show her the meaning of being tied with the Shibari method.
It wasn’t just about her being tied, but about the connection she’d feel with me.
Dammit. I need to hurry up here so I can get the weekend started. I’ve got everything planned out for what we’ll be doing the entire time.
Sitting at the bar, I’m scanning over some paperwork with Bruiser.
With him being the Treasurer of the club and me being the Secretary, we tend to try and work together whenever we can to make sure everything is good.
Together we handle all of the accounting for the club.
This keeps us from getting an outsider looking into what the club brings in.
Taking a sip of my beer, I hold up a paper for my brother to look at and ask, “Do these numbers add up?” For some reason, as I go over the account for Tip-Top, one of the club’s businesses, something doesn’t add up.
Bruiser takes the papers from my hands and scans them over. “What the hell? Why is it the waitresses and bartenders seem to be making less than they should be?”
“So I’m right. Something’s not adding up with this.” I knew I wasn’t seeing things.
“Yeah, and it’s going to be something we need to bring to Hammer and Malice’s attention,” Bruiser mutters, shaking his head in frustration. “And here I thought this would be a simple night where I did get this shit done before finding a slobber-crawler to sink into for the night.”
“Brother, you’re still gonna be doing that,” I chuckle, picking up my beer and bringing it to my lips. The cool brew goes smoothly down my throat.
My phone chirps next to me, and I lift it up, thinking I have another text from Rebel. Maybe telling me she’s on her way home.
I find it’s not a message from my woman, but a text from some unknown number. Frowning, I open it to see what they say. The first thing to pop up has my blood boiling in rage. There’re three pictures—two of them are of my woman with Grant, the other is with me.
It’s bad enough I know she’s been with the fucker. I don’t need it shoved in my face by having the visuals sent to me. Another text comes in following the pictures.
Unknown Number: Shame if these were to get out.
Unknown Number: Come and find me if you can. She knew better, and so did you.
What the hell is this person talking about? Who is this person?
For that matter, how the hell did they get these pictures?
“You good brother?” Bruiser asks, seeing the way I’m clutching my phone in my hands.
“I gotta go talk to Cy real quick,” I growl, sliding off the stool.
Making my way in the direction of where our rooms are, I bang on Cy’s, not wanting to barge into his room only to see him fuckin’ one or two of the slobber-crawlers. I’d seen him earlier heading off with one on either side of him as he guided them to his room.
This is a typical scenario for him. Always finding him a piece whenever he can.
“What?” Cy demands as he throws open his door in nothing but a pair of unbuttoned jeans. He doesn’t give a damn if the women behind him are covered or not.
“Need you to look into a text I just received,” I smirk, seeing his eyes flare with annoyance for disturbing him for this reason.
“Can’t it wait?” he huffs and runs a hand through his hair.
“Nope, not unless you wanna have some sick fucker toying with your cousin,” I state and hold my phone up for him to take a look. “Don’t look at the pictures.”
“Shit, what the hell’s going on?” he grinds out, and I shake my head to answer his question, because I sure as fuck don’t know. “Fine, give me a minute to kick these two out of my room, then come back. I’ll take a look, see if I can’t find anything else.”
“You do that. I’m going to go talk to Hammer.” I nod. “See if we can’t get a few guys over to Rebel’s and find the damn cameras.”
“Damn, I definitely don’t wanna see the pictures then.” Cy shudders and grimaces.
“Nope,” I say, turning on my heel to head for Hammer’s office. I’m nearly there when Bruiser yells out my name. Furrowing my brow, I make my way back to the main room to find Rebel standing next to Bruiser, looking scared out of her mind.
Closing the distance between the two of us. “What’s wrong?” I demand, pulling Rebel into my arms.
“I—I think someone is stalking me,” she utters, tears welling in her eyes.
Fuck me. Did they send the same thing to her?
“Why do you think that, Duchess?” I ask, wanting to see what she’s going to say.
Rebel pulls back enough for her to tilt her head back to lock gazes with mine.
“Because I received a note on my car not too long ago, and then today. I didn’t just receive a letter in the mail—there was an email with photos attached.
” She looks completely freaked out right now as she goes on to tell me about the pictures.
I don’t like the thought of those pictures. They piss me off more than I like to admit. I know she’s mine now, but it doesn’t make it easier knowing she’s been with Grant. I’ll just have to figure out a way to get the image of the two of them out of my head, and I know the perfect way of doing so.
But first, I need to make sure she’s safe.