Page 30 of Rogue

“I’m not judging,” I tell her the truth. They are consenting adults. Hell, I fell for his charm like a fool. He kisses that damn good.

“Look, you’re gonna learn this one way or another. I’d rather you learn it from someone like me than an outsider or one of the guys.”

“What do you mean someone like you?”

She takes a deep breath, “come from shit. Don’t know you or how your family is. Me, though, my family is dysfunctional. Grew up with a mom who thought she had to have a man to survive. Needless to say she didn’t choose the best partners. More than one of them decided I should be their play toy too.”

I don’t even know how to process what she’s telling me.

“Left home at sixteen because I was tired of it. Life on the streets ain’t no different in how men see women. Learned some things, not all of them good. Found my way into Creekdale. The guys took me in. I get a place to stay at the clubhouse and I have choices, but bottom line, I service the guys as they need it and I get a safe place to live.”

“I don’t think I understand. The clubhouse is a brothel?”

She laughs, “Oh lord, no. There are only a couple of us. Clubwhores, that’s what some of the guys call us. Bunnies is what others say. Either way, we only fuck or suck the ones who want it. Soon as Tyrant got himself committed, he stopped foolin’ with us. Same thing with Creed.”

My stomach churns thinking about Jennings sleeping around. She gives my arm a squeeze.

“Rogue, he handles us different. He doesn’t choose me anymore. And the occasions he sees fit to have a girl, he doesn’t spend time with her. It’s release. And not one of us calls him Jennings, ever.”

“This is supposed to make me feel better? How exactly?” I ask feeling ridiculous that sex is so casual amongst these people.

I understand being a consenting adult, but what about diseases, pregnancy, and well, having a relationship not just an orgasm. No wonder he’s so good at giving them.

“I was wrong. Been to your shop before. You’re always nice, inviting, and seeing you here, in his space, totally clueless to his world, I see how this works. Never thought Rogue could be tamed, but you have that spark. You have him smitten. Which explains why I’m here getting clothes to you. Yup, you two totally work as a couple.”

“We don’t work. We aren’t a we.”

She carries on like she hasn’t completely blown my mind already. “Yeah babe you are. Now, everyone has a place, the dude out there, he’s a prospect, he’s here for servitude. Whatever the club asks, he has to do without fail.”

“And you?” I ask thinking maybe I don’t want to know, but since she is the biker babe Godmother, surely she has some kind of role, if everyone has their place like she says.

“I’ll leave that to Rogue. I think you can gather what I am from what I already told you, but I think you need to hear it from him.”

“But I’m asking you,” I challenge frustrated. “We are women, we should stick together.”

“I find most women, especially recently claimed ones struggle with other women in the club, especially women who are not old ladies.”

I laugh, “well good for you I’m not an old lady.”

The she falls back against the couch laughing, “I see why Rogue likes you. An old lady, is a title with respect, and babe, until Rogue decides he’s done with you, you’re his old lady.”

I scrunch up my nose. “I run a flower shop, I am anything but someone’s old anything. I’m only twenty-eight!”

She pats my knee, “It’s a term of endearment.”

“Well, someone should tell bikers it’s not endearing to women to be called old anything.”

“Oh bikers could be told a lot of things, but none of it will stick. They have their code and live by it to the death.”

Her words are ominous and I don’t like even thinking about Jennings and death.

“Here is the thing, Kings above everything. Forever they are tied like a damn blood vow to each other. Brothers before all others, it’s on the damn wall of the clubhouse.”

“Clubhouse? They all live there with you and the other women like you? How many women do what you do? Are their favorites? I feel like I can’t process what you’re telling me, Kitty. Is that your name?”

“Oh, hell, we need to grab some water, I’m gonna be talking a lot until Rogue returns.”

I get up and head to the kitchen with her behind me. Well, until Jennings pops back up, I guess I’m going to be schooled in all things Kings whether I want to or not.

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