Page 2 of Ruckus

She eventually excuses herself and stands up, walking toward me, then acting like I don't exist as she lifts up on her toes and leans over the bar to get Polly’s attention.

“We’ll take another one of these, when you're ready,” she tells her, placing the empty bottle on the table before turning her head to me and smiling with satisfaction. It’s the kind of satisfaction that tells me she knows… She knows exactly how much she pisses me off, and she fuckin’ lives for it.

“Hey.” She talks in that sweet, innocent voice of hers.

Why the fuck does everything she does feel like some kinda test?

Freya must know she’s beautiful, she must know every man in this room would have had an unholy thought about her at onepoint in his life, but she also knows that she’s untouchable, and I guess that must make her feel mighty powerful.

“Take it steady, sweetheart. You’ve been going pretty hard at it. Do you want me to get Sonny to drive you home?” Polly reluctantly passes over the bottle because no one dares to say no to Princess fuckin’ Freya.

“Sonny can drive?” Her eyes widen in shock.

“Got his license last week,” Polly tells her proudly. “He’s just studying tonight so I’m sure he’d be happy to take you home, it’s getting late.”

“Tell him congratulations.” Freya unscrews the lid and knocks more vodka back. “I was actually thinking about staying here tonight. I think this party’s going to go on for a while. Drew and the boys did their last show today. They leave in the morning.” She turns her back on the bar and looks across the room to where they are all waiting for her. “Don’t you think it’s hot?” She rests her elbows on the bar behind her and leans back, making her pert, round tits stick out from under the far too tight tee she’s wearing.

“You talkin’ to me?” I question her, lifting my eyes up to hers and seeing how smug she looks to have caught me staring at them.

“Yeah, I’m talking to you.”

“They ain’t my type.” I turn my back on the losers and tap my glass on the bar.

“And what is your type, Brody Jones?” she leans closer and whispers in my ear. It makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up when they shouldn't. “Those skanky little whores that suck your cock like starved animals?” Her lips are almost touching my jaw and just hearing her say the word cock is gettin’ a reaction outta mine.

“That ain’t ya business.” I pull my shoulders back and refuse to let her weaken me.

“There’s already a room made up on the third floor, honey,” Polly interrupts, handing Freya a key, who smiles politely as she takes it.

“You should tell your buddies it’s time to leave.” I give her no chance to argue back, picking up my glass and heading over to join Griller and his brother Greaser. Right now, even their company is better than watching her.

The night goes on, and Freya drinks more vodka. She continues to allow that dirt bike riding prick to touch her and it doesn’t escape me that she keeps looking over to check that I’m watching every time he does it. What bothers me most is that, every fuckin’ time, she gets me.

“What’s botherin’ ya, Ruck?” Greaser asks, passing over the tray of coke that’s found itself in his hands.

“Just thinkin’ about Finn. The first time inside ain’t ever easy,” I lie, because there’s no way I’m gonna admit that I’m wishing it were my hands that were all over my best friend’s sister rather than the scrawny stunt guys.

“Ya worryin’ he’ll rat?” Grillertakes the tray from my hand and hoovers up one of the lines his brother just tapped out.

“Finn won’t rat,” I assure them both, I get that what happened to his father will be hurting him, he’s bound to be feeling betrayed, but he’s loyal to his friends, and he’s got good friends here.

“Do you know where Cliff is right now?” Greaser frowns at me accusingly.

“Could be anywhere?” I shrug my shoulders. I don’t trust these brothers who transferred here from Kansas six months ago. They may not get invited to Cliff's exclusive jobs yet, but they’ve given me bad vibes since the day they arrived.

“Well, I for one think we should be on our guard. That boy got left behind on the roadside by his own club brothers withhis father bleeding out, he owes us nothing,” Griller reminds me, before snorting another thick line up his nostril.

“Finn knows there are men here he can trust, he knows if we’d been on that run, they would have never been left behind.”

Griller laughs and sits back in his chair. “You underestimate the power of a man with a grudge.” He blows the smoke from his cigarette into the air. “They're capable of anything.”

His words fade out when I notice Freya stand back on her feet and wave the key Polly gave her in her new friend's face. He gets real close, like he’s about to kiss her, and she shakes her head and walks away. But the look she gives him over her shoulder tells him he should follow.

I wait for her to leave and while he downs what's left of his beer and gets ready to go after her, I head over to their table.

“That’s your cue to get on your plastic toys and get the fuck outta here,” I tell them, focusing on the guy who thinks he’s getting lucky tonight.

“We’re comfortable here.” The cocky shit lifts his foot up onto one of the chairs and smirks at me.

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