Chapter 5
Five
Roxanna
“Roxy, I don’t want to ever lose you again,” Beau whispers in my ear.
My heart stops, and starts pounding fast, with the elation of his words. I feel his love deep in my soul, and I know that he’s true.
“You never did,” I say, leaning into him.
“I want you to meet my family,” Beau says.
“Okay, but I need to shower,” I say, biting my lip.
“Come on, let’s take a shower,” Beau says, sliding out of bed.
He takes my hand, and I get out of bed, following him to the shower.
I’m surprised that he has his own shower in his room.
“Do your Brothers live here?” I ask as I enter the shower stall.
“Yes, but they’re not staying here since they now have an Old Lady. My Brothers bought a house, so they don’t stay here often,” Beau says, grabbing the body wash.
“Why does the patch on your Cut say Shade?” I ask, rinsing my hair.
“That’s my road name,” He says, smiling.
“Interesting. Why,” I say, nodding.
“Because I’m the MC’s Secretary. I handle finances and take care of all MC records and books. I’m so damn white from always being in the office, sort of like a ghost, so they started to call me Shade,” Beau says, shrugging.
I can’t help but laugh.
“Oh, Beau! You’ve always been so damn white! It’s crazy reasoning,” I say, rolling my eyes.
“Yeah, it could have been worse,” I say, smiling.
“I have a feeling that I’m going to be laughing about the MC lifestyle,” I say, wrapping my arms around his waist.
We finish showering, get out, and pat down. I walk to the bedroom and look at my clothes.
“Baby, let me get dressed. I’ll get some clothes for you from Pixie. She’s basically my sister. We grew up together,” Beau says, pulling on clean jeans.
“Oh, okay. Is Pixie here,” I ask, holding the towel close to my chest.
“Yes, she’s on the third floor. She’s home for the weekend,” Beau says, pulling on a clean t-shirt.
I watch him, pulling on his socks and his black biker boots.
Gosh, he looks so hot.
“Is she going to school,” I ask, running my fingers through my wet locks.
“Yes, she’s in Chico State and is almost graduating,” Beau says, nodding. “I’ll be back.”
He walks out of the room, leaving me with so many questions.
But most of all, I feel joy and hope that he will be in my life again.
Plus, the man wants me.
I look around the room, chewing my lip. I sit on the bed, staring at the windows. It’s sort of odd that the windows are up high on the wall, close to the ceiling. The room is clean, with a masculine bed, desk, and chest.
This apartment is 100% better than my apartment.
I gather my clothes and fold them. I wonder if Roseanna is okay. The door opens, and Beau walks inside holding a pile of clothes.
“I got you some clothes. My sister wants to meet you,” Beau says, smiling.
He places the clothes on the bed next to me. I look through them.
“Oh gosh, these are still new,” I say, biting my lip. “Why don’t you return these and ask her to give me some of her older clothes,” I say.
Beau smirks, shaking his head.
“Baby, she has tons of new clothes. Don’t worry, it’s all good,” Beau says, leaning against the door.
“Okay,” I say, nodding.
I pull on black leggings, a cute, oversized t-shirt, and my boots. I shake out my hair and grab my crossbody purse. I pull out my lip gloss and apply it.
Beau stares at me, walks over, and hugs me.
“I’m so happy to have you back in my life,” Beau says, hugging me tight.
“Oh, Beau, I’m so happy,” I say, leaning into him.
“Baby, come on. Let’s get some food and meet my family,” Beau says, taking my hand.
“Pixie, this is Roxanna,” Beau says.
“Oh my god! She’s so pretty,” Pixie squeals, hugging me.
“Hi,” I say, smiling.
I can feel the blush rush up my face, and I close my eyes.
“Oh, wait! I remember you! You’re Shade’s girl from high school,” Pixie says, clasping her hands.
“Huh, yes,” I say, nodding.
I don’t know if I was Beau’s girl; maybe I was. We were young, and I didn’t bother with titles. I only know that he was mine.
“The girls will be here soon, and I can’t wait for you to meet them,” Pixie says, nodding.
“Baby, she means my sisters and Mama Bear’s girls,” Beau says, smiling.
“Oh yes, I would love to meet them,” I say, nodding.
“Pixie,” a tall biker walks over.
Geeze, these bikers are gorgeous, not like those bikers that I see downtown.
“Slash,” Pixie says, looking at him.
Pixie’s eyes light up; she actually glows. I know that she likes him. He looks at her, and he likes her, but he’s being more reserved. I bet that there is something there.
“I need help with some Brothers that were shot on a run,” Slash says.
“Of course,” Pixie says, nodding.
Another biker walks up, stands looking at Slash. He looks harder, with a strong commanding presence. I look at his Cut, the patch, Prez. Demon.
Ha, he’s the Prez and that means in charge, right?
“What the fuck happened,” Beau says, taking a few steps closer.
“It was a drive-by at the strip club,” Slash says.
“Who got shot,” Beau asks.
“Fierce and Savage,” Slash says.
“Fuck! Are they okay,” Beau asks.
“They’re alive,” Slash says.
“Did they see who it was,” Demon says, resting his hands on his waist.
“They didn’t see because it was a black van,” Slash says. “Spy and Menace brought them in the cage. I need to take care of the gunshots.”
“Fuck,” Demon says, shaking his head.
Pixie and Slash walk away, over to the steel door, and enter a code.
“Fuck! I’m going to get Spy to look at the street cameras for the fuckers,” Demon says, walking away.
“Baby, I’ll be right back,” Beau says, looking at me. “I need to talk to my Brothers.”
“Okay, I’ll wait here at the bar,” I say, nodding.
Beau kisses me and walks away. I lean against the bar countertop and look around the room.
It’s starting to get busy; the club whores are strutting their goods. I don’t see my sister, and I want to know if she’s okay.
“Would you like a drink,” the biker behind the bar asks, resting his hands on the bar countertop.
“Yes, a beer,” I say, nodding.
I watch him grab a bottle, pop off the cap, and bring it to me.
“Thanks,” I say.
I grab the beer and take a drink. I slide onto the stool and pull my cell phone out of my purse.
No missed calls or messages.