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Rascal
Marley isthe first woman to not put up with my shit. Not to mention the first chick I can’t get out of my fucking head either. I chalk it up to wanting to fuck her and not being able to. I’m so used to women throwing themselves at me, I don’t know what the hell to do with being shut down. Multiple times at that. All I need to do is to get her on board with a one night, no strings attached, but she’s having none of it.
As soon as Marley is out of sight, Minx lays into me. “Why do you have to be so crude?”
“Me?” I feign innocence. “Why, Minx, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Diesel and Clutch laugh behind me, and Minx shoots them a glare.
“I’m only havin’ some fun, Lil’ Mama,” I add.
“Well, you’re an asshole,” she says.
“Thanks, I try.”
She slugs me in my arm, making me laugh. A few minutes go by before Marley walks back out. Her dreads are piled on her head, and she doesn’t have much makeup on. She’s wearing a black crop top with the words ‘Trouble Maker’ written across it and cropped waist-high leggings. Not that she needs to cover her waist. She’s got a gorgeous body. I shake the thoughts out of my head.
“Chains,” I yell. His eyes shoot to mine. “Go with them up to the house.”
I storm out of the main room, straight to my room. I grab my pen, taking a hit as I flop back onto my bed. There’s gotta be something I can do to get this chick out of my head. Once the high kicks in, I head to the kitchen to get some food. I walk in, and Hollywood is making a sandwich.
“Go ahead and make me one too, Pretty Boy.” I chuckle.
“Fuck you. Make your own.” He flips me the bird. “Where’s your ball and chain?”
“Ha-ha, asshole. She’s at Minx’s. I put Chains on babysitting duty.”
Once we're both done making our sandwiches, we each grab a bag of chips, taking our food out to the bar. It's the first low-key Saturday night we've had in a long time. Prez even gave Tink and Lolita the night off. Before he sits down to eat, he walks behind the bar.
“You want something to drink?”
“Let me get a beer,” I tell him. He opens two, handing one to me. For the most part, we eat in silence. As we finish, our conversation picks up.
“How ‘bout a game of pool,” he asks.
“How about teams?” Tech says behind us.
“Rascal, my office,” Bull calls out to me.
“Yeah, I’m down as soon as I’m done talking with Prez.” I head to his office, closing the door behind myself.
“Sit. Let’s talk.” He gestures to the chairs in front of his desk. I take a seat and wait for him to talk. “How are things with Marley? Having any issues?”
“Not at all, Prez. She spends about ninety percent of her time in her room,” I tell him. “She’s spending some time with Minx and the girls right now. Chains is up there with them.”
“She needs to mingle with others. It’ll be good for her,” he says.
“Yes, sir. I agree.”
“The two of you gettin’ along alright,” he asks.
I scoff. “Yeah, when we aren’t in the same room as each other.”
Prez shakes his head with a chuckle.
“Any word on the threat against her?” Prez hasn’t shared much about whatever or whoever Marley is running from. Told us it’s a need to know basis and there ain’t much we need to know right now.
