Page 33 of Rattler's Revelation
“Because you look like you’re ready to kill someone.”
I smirk as I open the front door. “You aren’t wrong. Jasmine was giving Bianca a hard time.”
Randy scowls. “I thought you were going to have her kicked out.”
“I plan to bring it up during our next Church. She’ll be out then. Puma won’t put up with Kutte Bunnies who don’t know their place.”
“Their place?” Bianca asks.
“We give the Kutte Bunnies free room and board in exchange for helping out in the clubhouse. They don’t have to have sex with the brothers. They can choose to cook, clean, do the laundry, and perform other household tasks. Even if they choose to have sex, they can still say no. However, we have rules that they must follow or risk being kicked out. One of the rules is that they have to show respect to Old Ladies and the children.”
“I’m not an Old Lady,” Bianca reminds me.
“No. You’re not. But you are my guest. She knows the rules, and she’s choosing to break them. I don’t think anyone will havea problem with her leaving. We have women lining up to become Kutte Bunnies.”
“Wait,” Randy interrupts. “Is there a waiting list?”
I chuckle. “There is. We get applicants all the time. It’s one of the perks of having our clubhouse in Las Vegas. Although the other clubhouses don’t have trouble getting Bunnies, either.”
“I thought when you brought me to the clubhouse, I’d see naked people having sex out in the open,” Bianca says.
I chuckle when I remember Bianca asking if the clubhouse was like what she’d seen on television. “Before Alisa showed up with Elina in tow, it was kind of like that. Most of the guys took the Bunnies or their guests to their rooms for the finale, but that doesn’t mean they didn’t give everyone a preview. The day Elina moved in, Puma made it clear that everyone had to keep their sexcapades behind locked doors.”
“Did he get any pushback?” Randy asks.
“Puma? No. Most of the guys didn’t want to have sex in front of the little girl. She was a quiet little thing when she showed up. Everyone was very protective of her. Everyone still is. Besides, no one has the balls to say no to Puma.”
“Wait, Elina was shy?” Bianca asks in surprise. “The little girl who asked if I was your girlfriend?”
I chuckle. “It’s hard to believe, but yeah, Elina was shy. Alisa came to us to hide from the asshole who killed her husband because he wanted her. She didn’t know it, but the asshole gained access to her father’s organization and pretended to be her bodyguard for a short time. He was always trying to make Elina conform to the old standard of being seen and not heard. As soon as she arrived here, Puma went out of his way to make sure she was not only seen, but heard. The attention he gave her built up her self-esteem. He encouraged her to be the little ball-buster that she is.”
“That’s good,” Randy says approvingly. “Girls should be taught to stand their ground. Too often, young girls have been taught to be sweet and demure. They’re taught to be accommodating. That’s what makes them easy victims.”
“You think so?” Bianca asks him.
Randy nods. “I do. Think about it. Girls are taught not to make a scene. They’re taught to hug strangers by their parents. Of course, that goes for boys, too. I always cringe when I see a parent force a child to hug someone the child obviously doesn’t feel comfortable with. I don’t see Elina hugging anyone she doesn’t like.”
“No. Elina wouldn’t. She won’t ever be a victim, and not just because she has Puma and the rest of us ready to fight her battles. She’s very confident and self-assured. It’s one of the things I love about her. You never know what she’s going to say. If she doesn’t like you, you’ll know it. No one will make her do anything she doesn’t want to do.” I stare out the window as I remember Elina’s transition from the shy girl who hid behind her mother’s leg into the opinionated leader she’s become.
“Were you upset this morning because I forced you into something you weren’t ready for?” Randy asks.
“What?” I ask, dragging my attention from the past to the present. “What are you talking about?”
“You were upset this morning when we all woke up together. I figured you were having second thoughts about what we did,” Randy explains.
I run my tongue over my teeth as I consider his statement. “I was having thoughts, but I don’t know if I’d call them second thoughts.”
“What do you mean?” Bianca asks, unbuckling her seatbelt so she can shift forward to study my face as Randy pulls into a guest parking spot at the first apartment building on our list.
I shift in my seat so I’m facing both of them. In an attempt to assure them, I reach out and take each of their hands. The move works. Randy and Bianca both relax as they squeeze my hands. What I don’t expect is the courage I gain by tethering myself to them both.
“There is something I should have told you last night before we had sex. However, I didn’t know how to say it. Even now, I’m hesitant.”
“We’ve been intimate,” Bianca says. “You can tell us anything.” Her words give me the opening I needed.
“Last night was the first time I’ve ever been intimate with anyone,” I finally admit. “Unless you count what happened with my uncle.”
The silence that follows my confession sucks the air out of the vehicle. It all comes rushing back in a cacophony of angry responses from Bianca and Randy.
