Page 16 of Rage’s Rose

I ignore them again, I’m not going to get into that with anybody. They don’t need to know what is going on and who I stick my dick in. Even though apparently it has been more and more of a concern for my brothers lately. They seem to be more interested in who I fuck than the shit going on at the club. Before anyone else says something I feel a hand run up my arm and then both hands run down my chest. I swear these bitches don’t know boundaries or respect. This is part of why I’ve got such a bad view on women. It’s bitches like these. Yes, I know not all women are like this, but a majority are and who has the fucking time to figure out who is who anymore. Are bitches patch chaser or are they not?

“Hey Rage, baby, it’s been awhile. How about while you are waiting I take you up to the playroom and give you a little something to relieve all this tension.”

I scoff and then remove her hands from me. I turn around in my chair and look at the bitch who is thinking she has a right to put her hands on me. Kitty. Fucking figures. The bitch is causing problems and going up to my room. She fucking tries to get with me whenever I am fucking here. Yeah, I tried to hookup with her one time after this shit started with Rose to try and get Rose out of my fucking head, but turns out my dick wants absolutely nothing to do with that fucking whore or any of them for that matter. It’s like I’m fucking broken. Sure I haven’t tried any of the other fucking shit, just tried to have a couple of bitches go down on me, but nope he didn’t want to fucking play. Which brings me back to my current dilemma and the viper who thinks that her shit doesn’t fucking stink.

“You need to get the fuck off of me. You don’t fucking touch a brother unless he tells you you can. I don’t fucking what your hands one me. I don’t know why you can’t get that through your head. But next time you put your hands on a patched brother without his permission I will make sure that this gets brought to pres and you won’t have a fucking place to stay.”

She puts her hands on her hips and pops one out to the side thinking that she is sexy or what the fuck ever. I roll my eyes at the bitch before I begin to turn around. I don’t even make it where I am back to facing the table when she continues to run her mouth.

“You never had a problem with me touching you before. Is this about the fat fucking bitch you keep hanging around. I thought the last time you had me suck your dick she didn’t mean anything to you. You always come back to me.”

With that I stand up and look down on her, “No I don’t always come back to you. I fucked you a handful of time. One of the worst fucks of my life. The bitch I lost my virginity to who hadn’t known what she was doing was better than you.” I hear a cough come from the table I am standing by and you can tell that all the brothers are trying not to laugh, “I don’t know what delusion you are living in, but bitch you were just there when I needed to get off. I could fucking careless if you got yours. You were nothing but a warm hole to stick my dick in. A hole that by the way is not even tight enough to give me the satisfaction I need. Your pussy has been run through by so many fucking brothers. It is not about some magical connection. You came here knowing the score. You are never going to be someone’s ol’ lady. You are not a prize for anyone to fucking win. Now leave me the fuck alone.”

She screeches at me and before she can say anything else you hear a deep voice holler through the common room.

“KITTY! Get your ass away from that table and go fucking do some cleaning. Your ass is not going to be spreading your legs for anyone any time soo. You are on probation. I told you that the last fucking time your ass tried to start shit. You do not get to fucking touch a brother without permission. Do it a-fucking-gain and I will throw your ass out. Now go clean the bathrooms.” Pres yells. “Wrench, Ledger, Rage, Smoke, Knox, Jinx, Flicker, Drift, Twist, Blitz, and Slickback with me. Need you all in church.”

We all get up and head into the room where church is held and he instructs us all to sit down. Rocky and Riggs, my dad, Chains and Stone are in their assigned seats.

“Alright, brothers, I’ve asked you to come in because we have a couple of runs that need done. You know the holidays are right around the corner and you are the ones that placed yourselves on the volunteer list if something comes up and we need it done. We’ve got a shipment coming in for the Moretti’s that we need to do a run for that is happening around Thanksgiving. You will be gone for a couple of weeks. So the week prior and then the week of. You will be bringing the shipment up to Pennsylvania. Then there will be another one in December. You’ll be gone the week before Christmas and into January. That one you will spend some time in Ashford, Maine. We are going to be doing more shit like that to help the chapter up there. Once shit gets closer, you will get more information and what council brother will be coming with you. Until then you can head out unless you have any questions.”

Perfect, I’ll be out of town for a good chunk of the next two months. Some space is just what I need to try and get this shit with Rose out of my head.

Chapter Eight

Rose

Two Months Later

October and November came and went so fast. I felt like I blinked and it was over. Rage had been gone during Thanksgiving on some club business and I really did miss him while he was gone. He kept in contact with me when he could and honestly that had surprised me. I thought for sure while he was off on these runs I wouldn’t hear from him. I had Thanksgiving dinner with Liza and her boys which was truly a little bit of chaos. Peyton ended up showing up while she was here dropping the bomb that she was pregnant and not just pregnant, but really fucking pregnant. She’s having fucking triplets and that shit is crazy.

Last night I stayed with Rage and waking up alone in his bed makes me a little sad. We really haven’t spent as much time together since he’s been on his runs for the club, but I’m hoping all that changes when he gets back. He did give me a nice farewell present last night and throughout the morning until we both fell asleep. I hated that I didn’t get to say goodbye because he left while I was sleeping. I can feel all the events from last night on my body when I stretch and feel how sore I am.

When I roll over and look at my phone I notice that it is a little after eleven in the morning. I don’t see any missed messages from Liza so she either left or she is still sleeping. I know that one of our friends kept the boys for her last night so she could come to the club party that they had. Rage and I didn’t stay for it because he apparently had a bunch of other plans in mind. I smirk at the memory of all the different ways he took me last night. It was honestly so fucking amazing. I have never had a man who cared that much about taking care of my body and making sure that I came before they did.

Deciding I should probably get up and head back to my apartment, I head for the shower so I can clean up and get dressed. I’m sure that they have a lot going on at the clubhouse today. Peyton told me that her mom was going to be finishing up for Christmas today and I really don’t want to be in the way. The hot water feels amazing on my body and all the sore areas I have. I clean myself with Rage’s body wash and shampoo. I honestly love smelling like him and I can’t believe how deep I’ve gotten with this man. I’ve seriously fallen hard and I think he feels the same way too. Everything I know about bikers is screaming at me to not tell him what I am feeling. I do not want to ruin the illusion in my head that we are a couple. He hasn’t really put a label on anything that we are doing, which is fine by me. I know we have time. Rage is 25 years old and really I am 20, almost 21. We have plenty of time to figure out what exactly we are to each other.

Also we have not been using protection and that is probably dumb on my part, like my mama raised me to be smarter than this. But I believe that if he was fucking around with other women he wouldn’t be having sex with me bare. I also have said a million times I don’t know where he would be going to get any other action because he is usually with me. I am probably being the dumbest girl around trusting this man. I've had several conversations about it with Liza and my girls from back home, but they all seem to think that we really are in this relationship without actually talking about it. I mean he would tell me if he was fucking other people too. Right? Like he would be informing me that especially since he’s choosing to not use condoms with me? Fuck. I don’t know I seriously need to stop overthinking everything. Maybe we can talk about it the next time we see each other. I keep saying that every time and I never actually do, I’m afraid to pop the bubble we are living in.

Grabbing one of my long sleeve shirts, Rage’s faded Devil’s Chaos hoodie, my black leggings and brown cowboy boots with my knitted socks to go under them, I get dressed. I have been stealing some of Rage’s clothes every time I am here and honestly he never says anything, so I really just go with it. I don’t know what it is about men’s clothing and really being more comfortable than my own, but I’m starting to have a collection after months of doing this. Once I’ve got my hair put up in a messy bun and dressed I grab my bag and stuff my clothes in it from last night. I head out of the room.

I am honestly thankful that this morning I am not being met with any of the club bitches as I am leaving his room. It has honestly been the biggest fucking theme since I’ve started this thing with Rage. They usually wait for me outside of his room, but it looks like they must be bored today. Thank fuck. I do not want to deal with all of that today. As I get to the common room, the hope that I had for a clean getaway is diminished.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” The bitch I have come to know as Tiff says.

I try to ignore her and keep walking, but the rest of Rage’s former conquests decide they also have nothing better to do and step in front of me.

“You realize you are not welcome here right? So why the fuck do you keep coming here? Rage is ours you fucking fat bitch.” says the other bitch Sin.

“Yeah, you stupid hoe. I’ve told you time and time again to stay away from my man. He and his big fucking cock are ours!” Kitty states.

“Can you move out of the way, I’d like to leave.” I say because honestly I do not want to fight with any of these delusional bitches.

I’ve talked to Peyton and Parker about the women at the club because if I am being truthful I have never in my life dealt with anything like this. I never spent any time around MCs back in Texas, I knew about my daddy’s rules and I wasn’t going to break them then. The draw now is really only for one biker. I mean yes all these men are gorgeous it should be fucking illegal and honestly it is so fucking unreal, but there really only one biker that I want.

“No, we want to make shit real clear to you. Obviously talking to you nicely isn’t working, so we are going to try and send you a message another way.”

One of them says and honestly I am not paying attention to who is talking because I look over and see a woman who looks a lot like Peyton and her older sister Sophie walks out of the kitchen. Then I hear a commotion coming from the hallway that I just came from. I see Liza storming out of the hallway with a few club girls yelling and talking to her. Liza looks like an expert at this point as she completely ignores the party of fucking stupid behind her.