“That’s because most big sisters aren’t as bad ass as me. Thank you very much.” She takes a bow and closes the door behind her.
“Crazy ass,” I mumble and settle on a yellow lacey thong and matching bra. My sister is a fucking nut, but I love her to pieces. I have missed her so much. Being here and spending so much time with her has me wondering if maybe I don’t need a bigger change besides ending things with Sam. There is nothing keeping me in Clevela
nd. I could move here if I could find a job. I do miss getting to see Pam all the time. I need a clean break. I need away from Sam for good. Maybe her and Link will let me stay in the spare bedroom until I can get on my feet. I hate to ask her, but I don’t think they’d turn me away.
I pull the jeans up and she’s right they are snug on my ass, but I like the way they look on me. I slip the top over my head, it’s a black sweater that hangs off my shoulders. My bra straps show though it’s not like a bunch of bikers will give a shit or even notice. I twist around in the mirror double checking that none of the bruising on my back is visible. They look worse than they are. I’ve been popping over the counter pain relievers to alleviate the discomfort. I drove here with ice packs between my back and the seat of my car hoping to get the swelling down. It helped a lot.
I finish my look with the black silver studded heels she laid out for me.
“Is it safe to come in now? Link is getting antsy,” Pam calls out.
“I’m ready.”
“Thank fuck,” Link grits. “Let’s go.”
I grab my purse and while they get their jackets on, I pop a couple more pain pills for my back.
Chapter 2
Roane
I roll up to the clubhouse, known to most as The Devil’s Playground. I came here tonight for two things. To get drunk and get laid. Hopefully Murder brought some new girls in. I’m tired of the same old busted up pussy all my brothers have had a go at. It’s New Year’s Eve. A night for new beginnings and forgetting old regrets. Like my bitch of an ex, Leah. Cheating cunt. She had me fooled until I came back early from a run and caught her in bed with the fuckin’ neighbor. I gave her the house and said fuck it all. I simply wanted rid of her. That was three years ago.
I’ve sworn off relationships. I’ll never be another woman’s fool. I walk in and to my frustration it’s the same shit different day. I nod to Grudge and make my way to the bar to grab a beer. I spy my buddy East sitting at the end looking like someone kicked his damn puppy.
“Hey, Roane,” Daisy purrs from behind the bar. Her nipple is hanging out of the black leather bikini top she’s wearing. I doubt she even knows or cares for the matter. She’s a club bunny. I’ve tapped her ass a few times but tonight I’m not feeling that desperate yet.
“Gimme’ a beer.”
“Sure thing.” She winks and when she bends over to grab my beer from the barrel of ice, she flashes me her bare ass from under her denim skirt. East doesn’t bat an eye at the sight either. It’s nothing we don’t see daily around here. Her ass is no longer new or special.
“What’s eating you, man?”
“Nothing. Just not feeling this scene tonight.” I look over his shoulder at his flashing phone screen. Wylla Mae is calling him. She’s the daughter of one of his ex-girlfriends. Seventeen and a real beauty queen. I’ve never said shit to East about it but we both know the girl is crushing hard on him. Fucked up thing about it is, I’ve seen them together and they have this spark. I’ve never felt that with anyone in my adult life but if anyone deserves that kind of happiness its East, but he’s fucked. Wylla Mae is about twenty years too damn young for the poor bastard. He slides his finger over the screen, hitting ignore.
I shake my head and accept my longneck bottle from Daisy. “Not much longer that shit’d be legal,” I tell him.
“Fuck off with that bullshit. You know I don’t look her that way.”
He can lie to himself all he wants, but I’m calling it now. The damn minute Wylla Mae is legal they’ll be fucking.
“You need to grab you a whore and go fuck that temptation out of your system.” His eyes cut to me in warning. “I’m just saying, man. Girl has it bad for you.” And he’s got it just as damn bad for her. He can deny it, but I see it. We all do.
“Last warning before I put your head through the fucking bar,” he growls, and I know I need to leave the poor bastard alone. I watch as he goes behind the bar, grabs a bottle of Jack Daniels, and stumbles upstairs to his room alone.
I shoot Daisy a smirk. “You should go see if he needs a Coke to chase that with.”
“That’s not a bad idea, but I’m covering the bar till Pam and Link get here.”
“Go on. I don’t have shit else to do.”
“Thanks, Ro.”
“Fuck his brains out. He needs it.”
“Will do.” She gets a can of Coke from the cooler and hesitates by the end of the bar. “You know you could find a friend and join us.”
“You know damn well East and me ain’t into that shit.”