Page 34 of Mile High With the Bikers
She shakes her head as she walks away from him. “Asshole.”
“I thought…”
“What?”
“Aren’t you supposed to go with whatever guy?” I ask.
“Fuck no!” Opal snaps. “For starters, you see his cut? He’s not an Eagle. And even if he was, we’re not free-use hookers orsomething. We can still say no. I’m here with you guys right now. It’s not my job to play hood ornament on some rando’s lap.”
At the bar, a massive guy with short hair, a short beard, and a nice smile comes over when we approach. “Hey girls. Thought you'd be at the club tonight.”
Opal shakes her head. “Badass, this is Rory. We're giving her a tour and wanted to dance. Make us something that'll fuck us up!”
Cherry looks past him. “Beast working tonight? Just… curious.”
He laughs knowingly. “Not tonight. Sorry, babe. Give me a minute, and I'll fix you girls something strong.”
I probably shouldn't. If Opal thinks it's a fuck-us-up level of alcohol, it's probably going to floor me. But I'm having fun, and Cherry and Opal don't even seem to be angling for anything. They’re just having fun and want me along.
Either the people in motorcycle clubs are more straightforward and honest than average, or I might have to completely reevaluate what I thought was normal for how people act.
So I drink the drink Badass puts in front of me, clink glasses with the girls, and when we finish those, we all get another. By the time the girls drag me out to the dance floor, I don’t even care that I know nothing about dancing. Something bubbles up inside of me. I think it might be joy. I throw my hands up and laugh. Real life can wait.
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Shrapnel comesinto the room and looks around. “Where's Rory?”
“What do you mean? She went out to the common room to find you. Wanted something to drink.”
He looks around. “Well, we’re all here, and she’s not.”
I look at Diesel. “Fuck.”
We abandon the game and head straight to the common room. The party's in full swing when we get out there, with Mad Dog and Piston up on one of the tables, celebrating their return with a couple of the sluts. Looks like a good fucking time, but there’s only one girl we’re looking for at the moment.
“Where the fuck is she?”
With so many people in here, it's hard to tell. I trust my brothers with my life, but not to keep their hands off a hot little piece like Rory if she smiles up at them like she does to us, but that doesn’t sit right. No God damned way she’s wandered off with another guy.
Diesel points. “She wanted something to drink, right? Check the bar.”
Jewel nods when we ask. “Yeah, she was here with Cherry and Opal. Asked about Shrapnel but I don’t know where they went.”
Shrapnel curses. “I was next door talking with King.”
Chef's the one who's got the answer, though. “They went over to the Roost. Seemed like they were having a girls' night out. The noise level dropped at least eighty percent when they left, so I took that as a win.”
“Cherry and Opal? When did she make friends with the sluts?” Diesel and Shrapnel both shrug at my question..
“Who the fuck knows?” Diesel sets a course for the door. “The important question is why we aren't already heading over to drag her back. She shouldn’t be there on her own. Cherry and Opal can’t do shit if someone finds out who she is and is targeting her.”
That gets us speeding up to a jog. Thunder and Lightning nod as we pass through the front door.
Shrapnel points. “There.”
I relax a little when I see her safe and sound. She’s out in the middle of the dance floor, leaning on Cherry and laughing, while Opal shows off a sinuous dance move that somehow emphasizes her tits and ass at the same time as she spins around. And then Rory tries, and almost topples right to the floor as her balance gives out. Only Cherry's grip on her arm and Opal's quick hands keep her upright. And they never stop laughing. Fucking loaded, the three of them.
