Page 25 of Crash and Burn
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Rascal
After textingMarley for two days, her not responding is making me feel some type of way, and I don’t fucking like it. We pull up to the clubhouse, and I’ve never been more thankful to be here.
“Damn, I forget how much I hate making that run every time.” I climb out of the car, stretching my arms and popping my back.
Shade laughs. “It’s not that bad, ya pansy.”
I flip him off and walk inside. I glance around for Marley, but she’s not in here. I turn around as Chains walks into the main room.
“Yo, where’s Marley at?”
“She’s outside, reading,” he says.
“I just came from out there. She’s not fucking there,” I tell him.
His eyes go wide. “I had to take a piss. She was out there when I came in.”
I storm down the hallway to her room, pounding on her door. I wait thirty seconds, and when there’s still no answer, I do it again.
“Marley, it’s Rascal. Open the fucking door!”
There’s movement in her room before she opens the door. She’s standing there, tears pouring down her make-upless face.
“What the hell? What’s goin’ on?”
“Nothing that concerns you, so leave me the hell alone,” she bites out, closing the door.
I stick my foot in front of it, stopping it from closing. “Uh-uh, Princess. Don’t do this. Talk to me.”
“Stop acting like you give a fuck. We both know you don’t.” She spits the words out like venom. Stung by her words, I pull my foot back, and she slams the door in my face. I stand there, staring at it for a minute. I turn around and walk toward the main room.
“Rascal.” Bull stops me. I turn to face him as Nikolay, Sovietnik of the Orlov Bratva, is walking away from him. “Let’s talk.”
I walk toward his office. “What was Niko doing here?”
I sit on the couch as he closes the door and sits at his desk.
“Niko is in town for Bratva business and decided to stop by. He’ll be around for the foreseeable future,” Bull says. “Tell me how the run was.”
“Everything went as well as planned. Got everything we ordered from Blaze, talked with Ace and the guys about becoming Riders, and Ric introduced us to some guys who want to be Menaces,” I explain to him.
“What did you think of the guys wanting to be Menaces?”
“They were cool. I think they would fit in great,” I tell him.
He mulls it over. “Have them come for a visit. We’ll have Tech vet them and see how they do with the rest of the club.”
“You got it, Prez.” I walk out of his office, coming face to face with Tink. “Hey! Where are you off to in such a hurry?”
“To see Marley,” she tells me.
“Do you know what’s wrong with her?”
Tink glares at me. “Yeah, and if you want to know, talk to her yourself.”
“I tried, and she slammed the door in my face.”
