Chapter 3
Three
Roxanna
A few days later.
I take a drink of my water and walk to the room.
I sit in a chair, looking at my cell phone, waiting for a message or a call.
I have submitted applications to several law firms, but so far, they don’t appear interested.
Yes, two replied that they’re looking for someone with experience.
I can’t get experience if no one hires me.
I thought it would be easy to get a paralegal job.
I wonder if I should expand my search into other cities, like down south.
The fucking roaring sound of the bikes makes me jump. Those fuckers are invading my space, my neighborhood, and it’s Roseanna’s fault.
I don’t like it!
I don’t want to be on their fucking radar. Maybe they’re not the same bikers and are only riding down the street.
“Roxy,” Roseanna yells, running into the bedroom.
I brush out my hair and look at her. It’s been a long time since she called me Roxy.
Huh, what does she want?
“What’s up? I’m getting ready to go into work,” I say, gathering my hair.
“I need you! Please, please help me,” Roseanna says, running her hands through her long hair.
“What do you need,” I say, grabbing my work shoes.
They’re ugly as hell, but they work. I pull them on and look at her, raising my brow.
“Well, spit it out,” I say, pushing off the chair.
“Oh my god! I’m in big trouble and I need you to help me,” She says, pacing in our small room.
She looks scared.
“What did you do?”
“I owe lots of money,” Roseanna says, running her fingers through her hair.
“How much money,” I ask, crossing my arms.
“Twenty thousand dollars,” Roseanna says.
“What the hell! Why do you owe so much money?” I ask, shaking my head.
“I’m working with the Satanic Bastards MC. I’m dealing drugs in the clubs, but I got ripped off,” Roseanna says, wide-eyed.
She looks at me with red-rimmed eyes and anxiously looks over her shoulder.
“I can’t believe that you would get involved with bikers and selling drugs,” I yell, shaking my hands in front of me.
“Well, I need the money,” Roseanna says.
“Why would you need so much money,” I shouted.
“Fury asked me to help him get money,” Roseanna says, rubbing her neck. “He needs the money for his mother, who has cancer.”
“And you fucking believed him,” I say, shaking my hand, staring at her.
“Fury is my man,” Roseanna huffs.
“Yeah, right! That’s why you’re so damn scared! Have him pay it,” I say, shaking my head.
“Roxy, he doesn’t have the money,” Roseanna says.
“What do you want me to do? I don’t have that kind of money. Hell, I only have money to pay the damn rent,” I huff.
“Please help me! All you have to do is come with me to the Satan’s Warriors MC businesses and clubhouse,” Roseanna says, looking at me.
“Why the fuck do they want you to do that?” I ask, raising my brow.
“They want me to get information on the MC,” Roseanna says, pacing.
“Well, go and do what you need to do to pay this debt,” I say, waving my hand.
“I can’t go alone! Please come with me. If I don’t do this, they will sell me off to the Cartel. I don’t want to be a sex slave,” Roseanna says, teary-eyed.
I stare at her, shaking my head. I scrub my face and walk over to the window. The fucking bikers are out there.
“Why are those bikers here,” I ask.
“They want me to ask for a job at the strip club,” Roseanna says.
“I can’t fucking believe that you got into so much trouble and you’re dragging me down with you,” I say through clenched jaw.
“Yeah, I’m in fucking dip shit,” Roseanna says, pacing.
“Well, I have to go to work,” I say, looking at the time.
“Okay, when you get off, we can go to the MC’s Friday party,” Roseanna says, stopping in front of me.
She grabs my arms and looks at me with hope.
“Huh! This is fucked up! I don’t want to be near bikers,” I huff, shaking my head.
“Please, Roxy. I need you,” Roseanna says.
“Okay, I’ll go with you,” I say, nodding.
“Oh my god, thanks,” Roseanna says, hugging me.
“Well, I need to leave,” I say, pulling away.
“Let me leave first, so they don’t see you,” Roseanna says.
“Okay, hurry because I’m going to be late.”
“Roxanna, thanks for working a little longer,” Lucy says, pouring coffee into a mug.
“No worries,” I say. “I need to get home.”
“Tomorrow is your day off,” Lucy says, placing the coffee mug in front of our regular customer.
“Yes, but if you need me, I’m open for an additional shift,” I say, smiling.
“No, you need to have some time off. Thanks for the offer,” Lucy says, smiling.
“Call me if you need me,” I say, nodding.
I walk out of Grub Corner and walk home. I’m so tired, and I don’t want to go out to a biker’s party.
I walk up the stairs and down to my apartment. I open the door and walk inside.
“It’s about time,” Roseanna says, looking at me.
“Well, I just got off,” I say, walking to the room.
“Hurry up and get ready,” Roseanna says.
“I’ll be ready in a few,” I say, nodding.
I grab my clothes that I’m going to wear and place them on the chair. I walk to the bathroom, undress, and take a quick shower. I get out, dry up, and walk to the bedroom. I pull on my skirt, top, and boots. I brush my hair and apply a little makeup. Not much, just mascara and lipstick.
“Okay, I’m ready,” I yell, grabbing my crossbody purse.
I walk out of the bedroom and into the living room.
“Great, let’s go. We should get an Uber,” Roseanna says, smiling.
Roseanna is wearing jeans, boots, a tank top, and a jacket.
“Right,” I say, nodding.
We walk out of the apartment and take an Uber. We get to the bikers' clubhouse and get out. I look at the three-story building. I watch the doors open, and the music is blaring out. I see bikers talking to girls, and we walk to the door. Nobody stops us, and we walk inside the building.
Woah!
It’s like a party, lots of bikers and girls. Some of the girls are wearing very skimpy outfits. I look around the huge room, and it’s a little dark.
Okay, a little crazy here.
Yeah, an orgy.
Geeze.
“Let’s get a drink at the bar,” Roseanna says, smiling.
Well, my twin appears to love it here.
“Okay,” I say, nodding.
We walk to the bar, and I lean against the bar countertop. I look around the room, trying to understand what’s going on. I see the bikers playing pool, and some bikers are fucking some girls.
Huh!
I look at the vests, and they don’t look like the ones that have been riding around downtown.
“What can I get you girls?” A tall, thin Biker asks, resting his hands on the bar countertop.
“Two beers,” Roseanna says, smiling.
“Roseanna, this place is total debauchery,” I say, taking the beer.
“Yeah, the MC’s are always like this,” Roseanna says, shrugging.
Geeze, she’s used to seeing this type of party. I’m not a prude, but this is like, I don’t want to see other people fucking.
I take a drink of the beer, looking around. The bikers are young and hot. They don’t look like the ones I saw downtown. Those bikers looked dirty, messy, and mean.
“So, what are we going to do,” I ask, looking at her.
“We need to meet the bikers, and maybe one of them likes us. I need to gather information,” Roseanna says, staring at a huge biker.
“Oh, you go ahead and do what you need to do,” I say, nodding.
“Right, but you need to do the same. It would help me,” Roseanna says.
“Huh, no promises,” I say, taking a drink of beer.
“I’m going to play pool, and if I get a biker tonight, you need to get home on your own,” Roseanna smirks.
“Right,” I say, nodding.
I watch her walk away, and I stand at the bar watching her. She immediately starts talking to the bikers and is flirting. The bikers like her, and soon she’s playing pool.
I set the empty beer bottle on the counter and look at the other girls.
“Darling, would you like another beer,” the Biker behind the bar asks.
I turn to look at him, and I see that his vest has a patch, Prospect.
“Yes, please,” I say, nodding.
Prospect nods and walks away to grab me a beer. He returns and places it on the bar countertop.
“Thanks,” I say, smiling.
I turn around, lean against the bar countertop, and take a drink of the beer. This place is so busy; it's totally interesting shit happening.
I don’t know whether to laugh, be scandalized, or run. I don’t want any of them. I’m going to enjoy people-watching.
I watch groups of girls and dudes enter the clubhouse.
It’s so damn fascinating that all sorts of people come to the party.
People who I bet don’t usually come here.
It’s like they want a different kind of fun.
The bikers ignore them unless the girl is super hot. I wonder if a biker will talk to me.
Then I see a group of four bikers entering the clubhouse. They’re young, sexy, hot men walking towards me, well, not me. They must want to get a drink at the bar.
Of course, I check them out, but one of them looks familiar.
Nah, I don’t know him.
Ah, maybe I do.
I keep looking at him; his jeans fit him perfectly, and yes, he’s wearing black biker boots. His hair falls over his forehead; it looks soft, and I want to run my fingers through it.
Oh, this is not good.
I can’t get involved with a biker.
But the light hits his head, and ohhh. I love his hair; it’s a strawberry blonde shade. He’s tall, yeah, with muscular arms that I love. He looks at me, and we lock eyes. He gets closer, and I see the amusement in his eyes. His full lips twitch, and his eyes are an incredible cobalt blue.
Oh my, he’s beautiful.
But why does he look so damn familiar?
The Biker comes straight to me, stopping in front, and placing his hands on the bar countertop, boxing me in.
“Roxy, you’re still fucking hot.”
I stare into his eyes; my heart skips a beat. My butterflies in my stomach turn into flutters deep inside. My panties get wet, and I squeeze my legs.
I blink, and I can’t believe it!
It’s my favorite man in the world.
“Beau,” I say, smiling.
I move my hand, resting it on his shoulder, gazing into his beautiful eyes.
“Where have you been? I’ve looked for you and waited every week for you to show up,” Beau says, wrapping his arms around me.
We would meet up after school and at parties. It was a blast, and I loved every moment.
“We had to move after Granny passed,” I say, biting my lip.
“I called you and no answer,” Beau says, pulling me closer.
“I lost my cell phone, and it took me a while to get the money for another one,” I say.
“Hell, I’m so happy to see you,” Beau says, smiling.
“I’ve missed you,” I say, blinking my eyes.
Beau smiles and kisses me. I wrap my arms around his neck, and I return the kiss. He nibbles my lower lip and slides his tongue in my mouth. We tangle our tongues, clashing teeth in a passionate kiss.
My soul soars, and my heart beats faster. I can’t believe that he still wants me.
“Roxy, I want you,” Beau says, kissing my neck.
“Oh, yes,” I say.
“Come with me,” Beau says, pulling away, looking at me.
His eyes roam side to side, gazing into my eyes.
“Okay,” I say, nodding.
“Fuckintastic,” Beau says, taking my hand.