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“The only body I love is my man’s. Sorry, but you do not hold a light to him.”

The guys hanging around cheer, and murmur ‘burn’ at our brother, who just smirks.

“I know I am irresistible, the ladies love me.” He waves his hands down the front of his body.

“Fuck off over there, we are having an adult conversation.” I grin at the fucker.

“We are adults, fuck you very much,” Forge’s identical twin, Flame says, entering the room.

Flame and Forge got their names because they can forge any weapon out of any material strong enough. They even built a massive forge out of the back of the clubhouse.

“At least this twin is dressed,” Jack states.

“Jack, my man, how are things? Dom still boarding?”

“Yeah. Getting really good too,” Jack replies to Flame.

“Good, good.” Then he clocks Logan. “Who is this pretty boy?” I see Logan tense, but he keeps his mouth shut.

Leaning my elbow on the bar, I observe what is about to play out.

Flame and Forge are little shits when they want to be, great brothers, but fuck me it is like wrangling toddlers with them sometimes. Until they turn dark, then you had better fucking run as far as you can go.

“Logan here is transferring to us from Fort Lauderdale. Got some girl shit going on, so he needs to play Disney hero and help her out,” Racer fills them in. Sniggers go up around the room.

Savage is behind the bar, a new patched member, who can fuck like a porn star. Believe me, I have sampled him, with me being bisexual and all.

Being gay or bisexual or any other preferred identity in the Rugged Skulls MC is welcomed and accepted. If not, then you hand in your cut and fuck off.

When I ventured into my sexuality, Ruth was right there with me and offered support when needed. She never made snarkycomments, or felt threatened when we brought a man into our bed; hell, she enjoyed the attention she got from two men.

“I have to agree on the pretty boy thing.” He winks at Logan, who doesn’t show any emotion.

“Nothing you can say will make me blush or uncomfortable, I have just spent the last year around Slide, Luna, and Maverick. Nothing surprises me anymore,” is what the new prospect says.

“We’ll see,” Savage replies, winking again.

Savage is a brother you want at your back; he has this fucked up love for all things death, and horror. Standing at six feet tall, with short hair on top, shaved sides with tattoos, and earrings, most people underestimate him.

I feel sorry for those motherfuckers.

Logan shakes his head but smiles at my brother. I think he will fit in just fine, plus I got the run down from Jack before they arrived.

“Has anyone told you that you look like that driver? What’s his name?” Forge asks.

Logan’s lips thin, Jack and Lilith laugh quietly, kind of loving the discomfort that Logan is in right now.

“I get that, but believe me I can drive better than him,” is what the new prospect says.

“He even shares a name with him,” Lilith murmurs, grinning at her friend, who chuckles at her.

“Alright, leave the prospect alone, at least until he settles in, then he is all yours to toy with. Prospect,” Racer calls and Reid steps up.

“Oh, I can’t wait to toy,” Savage licks his lips.

“Pres?”

“Show the new prospect to the bunks, and around the clubhouse; you have one hour. Logan, we run a tight ship here, which I know goes the same for Magnum. We do not tolerate any bullshit; you fuck up you are gone, you hear me?”