Page 16 of Chaos
However, we are not at the clubhouse yet. I’m still unsure of what my role will be once we do get there. Am I to be a club girl? No way could I sleep around like that. I mean more power to the girls who can but it’s just not for me. Do they expect me to clean and fetch for them as Dyno did? I don’t want to be someone else’s slave. I’m brought out of my musing when Chaos touches my shoulder. I hadn’t noticed we’d reached the bikes as I’d been quiet as we crossed the car park.
“You okay,” he asks, concern written across his face.
“I’m sorry, I zoned out there for a moment,” I explain, dropping my chin.
“Hey, don’t hide from me. I can hear your brain working, do you have some questions?” he asks, as he lightly grips my chin and lifts my head up until I’m looking into his handsome face and beautiful blue eyes.
“Be honest with me” he demands, seeing right through me and knowing I didn’t want to tell him what I was thinking.
“I don’t know what you expect from me once we get back to your clubhouse. Am I to be a club girl or keep the clubhouse and brothers?” I finally ask.
“How do you mean keep the clubhouse and brothers, Sweetpea?”
“Well, my dad used to ask that I keep the clubhouse clean and stock the kitchen. Maybe do some cooking now and then as the brothers struggled to boil water, plus make sure the bar was stocked too. Dyno also made me clean the full clubhouse including bathrooms and the brother’s room and do anything else he deemed a woman’s job.”
“So basically, be is fucking slave?” the anger in Chaos’ voice makes me step back.
Within seconds Riot was beside me with his arms around me, plus Mayhem and psycho are standing next to Chaos but more so they were in front of him, shielding me.
“What the fuck Chaos, take it down several notches. You’re scaring Liv,” Mayhem tells him.
His face instantly changes from one of anger to regret.
“Sweetpea I would never hurt you. If I ever hurt you, Riot and Psycho have permission to beat the shit out of me. I’m so sorry I scared you. RWMC treasures women and treats them with respect. We do not treat them as slaves. The fact your dad allowed his VP and his brothers to treat you as if you were a fucking slave like that, enrages me,” Chaos says with remorse and guilt in his voice. He looks so sincere when he says this, that I want to believe him.
“Are you fucking joking me? They treated you as a slave?” Riot asks as Mayhem also looks at me. I notice Psycho is also watching me with anger in his eyes.
“Yes, Dyno made me scrub the bathrooms and toilets, plus the brothers’ rooms., Well, only a few brothers that I refer to as the Wanker crew.”
This gets them laughing, even Psycho chuckles.
“Wanker crew. I like it Liv,” Mayhem chuckles as Riot is hanging off me laughing.
“You’re a hoot Liv baby,” Riot finally says when he stops laughing.
“Who is part of the Wanker crew?” Psycho asks.
“Well Dyno is head Wanker, then there is Rattle who is one of the Enforcers but Dyno pushed for that, and Guts and Lizard. Guts is the worse one, to be honest, I avoid him as much as possible.”
Chaos comes towards me slowly like I’m a scared animal and might bolt any moment. The others step back to give us a little privacy.
“Sweetpea, I am so sorry I scared you. Please know I would never raise my hand to you in anger.”
He looks so guilty and hurt that I thought he would hurt me, it makes my stomach sink. This man and his brothers have done nothing but show me kindness, and yet I keep comparing them to the Wanker crew.
“I’m sorry,” I say
“No Olivia, I’m the one who is sorry. You don’t have to apologise for your feelings. This is the way you feel and you should never apologise for that. I just need to do better at showing you we’re the good guys. That I’m a good guy.”
“You’ve already shown me that you and your club are the good guys. Sadly, old habits die hard, but I’ll to do better” I reassure him. I hate to think my actions or reactions have caused him or the others to think they are bad guys.
“Olivia, Sweetpea. Please don’t apologise for reacting the way you do. The more you are around us all, the more comfortable you will be. Now let’s get back on the road,” he says as he guides me back to the bikes.
Getting settled behind him, we hit the road. I love the feeling of being on the bike behind Chaos. Watching him control the bike with such power is making me a little hot. He is simply not just riding the bike. The bike has become an extension of himself and does this with such ease that it is hard not to feel safe with him.
The last part of the ride back to the clubhouse takes a few hours and finally we are pulling into the front of the clubhouse. Chaos taps my leg, which is biker speak for its time to get off. Dismounting, my muscles scream at me. I move to Chaos can walk the bike backwards into his spot. I take a moment to stretch my muscles, reaching as high as I can and then bending to touch my toes., then a few yoga stretches. Once I stand back up, I notice all of them are sitting on their bikes, just watching me stretch. I can’t stop the blush that creeps over my face.
“Fuck Liv baby, you need to teach me to bend like that,” Riot calls out, while making a few rude gestures
