Page 74 of Ruckus

He could have finally taught me how to surf. I always used to enjoy watching him when I was younger, Back then I would never have admitted to him how good he was, or how much I liked how he looked doing it let alone ask him to show me how he did it.

“Honey, I’m home.” Cam chuckles as he opens the door and my stomach instantly somersaults. I have to think of a plan, fast, because I can’t let it happen. Tomorrow, when it’s light, I’m going to find a way to get out of here, and Cam can tell my sordidsecrets to whoever he likes because no one who they hurt will ever see me again.

“You’ve made a good impression with the guys,” he tells me, kicking off his boots and lifting his shirt over his head.

Cam is nowhere near as big as Ruckus, but he’s much bigger than me. I have no hope in fighting him off and even if I did, I wouldn’t know where to run. I need to use my brain for this, and I’m relying on there being a little of the Cam I used to know still inside him.

“I’m glad.”

“You are?” He looks taken aback by my enthusiasm.

“Of course, I am. I don’t want to come here and not be liked by your men. I’m your old lady.” I give him the best version of a smile I can put together.

“You know, I’m really pleased with how you're handling this. I expected the Freya I knew to put up a fight.” He laughs and I laugh with him.

“I guess it was all part of my dad’s plan, I was always supposed to end up with a president, be taken care of. I’m glad it’s you and not Chop,” I tell him, trying to not let my nerves get the better of me when he pulls back the covers.

“I could never have loved him, he wouldn’t have been patient and understanding, like you are.” I replicate the dreamy little look that Alicia’s always staring at Vike with as he gets into bed beside me.

“Right?” Cam frowns like he’s thinking something over as he rests back against the pillow, and when I see that his cock is already hard, I inwardly cringe as I place my hand on his chest.

“I want to try and make the best of this situation, Cam.” I twist my finger around the hairs on his chest. “I want to try and love you the way an old lady should, but for that to happen I need that patience and understanding.” I lean across and feel my lips tremble as I kiss his cheek.

He remains still as I turn my back on him to rest on my side, still in his clothes and above the covers

I count the seconds in my head, praying that he will be considering what I just said. I wasn’t stupid when I was younger. I saw the way Cam would look at me. He was like a love-sick puppy, but I only ever had eyes for one man, and that was Ruckus.

My dad told me that my part in his plan was to keep the person he made president in line. He wouldn’t have given me the role if he didn’t think I could do it. So, for as long as I need to make an escape and ensure I’m never found, I will keep Cam in line and ensure that cock stays away from me.

“Night, Freya,” he whispers, sounding a little like the prospect who took care of me.

“Night, Cam.” I let a tear drip onto my pillow when I let myself think about Ruckus and everything that led me to here.

Five Years Ago

I watch Ruckus playing pool with Dev and wonder what he’s thinking while he waits his turn and stares so intensely at the table. Every time he goes to take a shot of his own, I catch his eyes lift up from the ball to look at me and instead of smiling, I scowl.

There’s no way I would ever allow him to know that I like his attention, even if it is always cold and full of hatred.

“Hey.” I look up and see Cam.“Your dad said you need a ride to the mall.”

“Sorry.” I smile through my teeth as I grab my purse and stand up. “I’ve told Dad I can drive myself but…”

“I don’t mind, at all.” If Cam’s pissed he does a great job of hiding it. He never complains about having to take me places, and I’m sure that has a lot to do with the crush he has on me.

“Guess I’ll have to get used to driving myself around, soon.” I nudge him playfully as we walk out the door. Cam is sure to get his full cut any day now, he’s been a prospect for over two years and from the whispers I hear, he’s proven that he can be trusted.

“Do you know somethin’ I don’t?” He sounds hopeful and I can’t resist one last glance over my shoulder toward Ruckus before I answer him. I get a warm, fuzzy feeling in the pit of my stomach when I see that Ruckus’s eyes are following me out. As I watch those eyes narrow into a cold stare, that warm, fuzzy feeling turns into a deep, aching, throb…

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Come on, you’ve done more than your fair share of grunt work. My dad is gonna patch you in real soon.” I smile sadly when I get the feeling that when that happens we’re gonna lose him. I see the way he looks at my father, and I know he’s suspicious of him. All my instincts tell me that as soon as Cam earns his cut, he’ll bail just like my brother did. It’s a shame because he and Finn are the only members here who treat me like a human. Everyone else acts as if I don’t exist.

“I don’t know, there seems to be a lot goin’ on, right now.” Cam shakes his head as he opens the passenger door of one of the club's cars like a gentleman. The sound of a bike pulling in has me looking toward the gate, and like always I have that split second of hope that it’s Aaron. My heart sinks heavily into my stomach when, instead of seeing my brother, I see Chop.

It’s been months since he was last here, and suddenly I wonder if my time is up, and he’s come for me.

“Beat it, Grunt.” Chop gets off his bike and dismisses Cam with a nod of his head toward the arch.

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