Page 18 of Rage’s Rose

Me: Wait, wait! Hold up! Since when were you planning on moving? You’ve never said any of this to me. We have been friends our whole lives. You have had your shit mapped out since you were a baby. What is going on?

Abby: Yeah, well I’ll explain everything at a later time. I’m sure you’ll understand later. But seriously, are you ready for us? We are currently checking in at the hotel and let me tell you your daddy did not hold back on spoiling all of us. Really, I know he’s happily married, but do you think he would still be my sugar daddy? I have always wanted to travel like this and really don’t ever want to stop lol.

Me: You’re messed up in the head. Seriously. He already treats you like another daughter. So gross. Just gross. When do you think you guys will be ready to meet up? Or should I just come to the hotel?

Abby: Can you tear yourself away from tall dark and hot as fuck? By the way, I want to see him. Pictures. Please.

Me: He’s not here and won’t be back until after the holidays. Club business.

Abby: bummer. I want to meet a biker. Take me places.

Abby: Come to the hotel. I think you’ll want to stay here with us. Big old sleepover. Plus this suite is fucking amazing.

Before I can respond my phone rings, I see it is Rage and I smile.

“Hello?”

“Hey, what’s going on?”

“I was just trying to figure out the plans with my family and girlfriends who came into town for the break. How was your ride?”

“We just stopped for gas and a break. But it’s been smooth so far. I wanted to get in touch because Dragon hit me up about a phone call he got from Missy this morning.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Yeah, what happened? What girls were they, do you know?”

“Um, as far as the ones that were pestering me, it was the same ones as always, Kitty, Sin, Tiff and Ash. I don’t know about the ones bitching at Liza.”

“Are you okay? They didn’t put their hands on you?”

“No, but they probably would have if Missy didn’t step in when she did. They had talked about how they were going to not be so nice about making sure I knew I was stealing their man away. Which is fucked up. I mean you told me that you had fucked them before, but they act like you made them some unspoken promises or some shit. Are you still fucking them?”

The first time I’ve ever asked him this question and I don’t know why but my heart is beating rapidly in my chest. I’m praying that the answer is what I am hoping for, but terrified that it won’t be.

“Fuck no.” I breathe a fucking sigh of relief after he says that. “I haven’t fucked those bitches since long before I met you. I don’t know why some of the new club girls are like this. I don’t know if you heard, but a bunch of them are causing problems with Lash and Sophie too. I just wanted to know if you knew which ones they were so we can bring it up to Pres. I don’t know if Missy knew all of them or not. We want to make sure that there is some sort of punishment. The brothers can’t have this happen every time they bring a woman back to the clubhouse.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t really seem like it would be great. I guess they just think all the single brothers should only take them to bed.”

“Yeah, well apparently they think the taken brothers should also be theirs too.”

I don’t know if he is talking about himself and part of me hopes he is, but I don’t bring it up because again, stupid.

“Alright, I’ve got to head back on the road, but I’ll let you know when I’m back.”

“Sounds good. Have a safe trip.”

We hang up and I decide to head over to the hotel to see my family, but before I get out of the door I get a text and I see it is from an unknown number.

Unknown: He is not good enough for you. You need to stop whoring yourself out to that disgusting biker. We both know that you are not meant for a man like that. The things he does to you in bed, the way you pretend to like them, that shit needs to end.

I look around the room and I feel very fucking violated. Is there someone in my apartment? Is there someone listening to me? I grab my phone knowing there is someone that I can text that can see if there are any type of electronic signals other than my own coming from inside my apartment, but I know my ass is not going to be waiting around here to find out. So I grab my coat and rush out the door with my phone and purse in my hand. Making sure the door is locked I look both ways down the hall and do not see anyone. I screenshot the message from this unknown person to make sure it doesn’t get unsent and disappear as I head towards the elevator. I then send the screenshot to the one person I know has the ability to hack into anything that could be in my apartment that is working off my network. I don’t even make it to my car before my phone rings.

“Finn?”

“Hello my little cousin. It has been a long time since I’ve heard from you. Now I am getting messages from you like this and I’m sorry, but what the fuck is going on down there?”

“Yeah, well, I don’t know. I’ve felt like someone has been following me. Then I get that. I don’t know it's freaking me out.”