Page 12 of Property of Necro
She was a brunette with brown eyes.
I’m obviously not that.
Thankfully, I must take after my sperm donor.
Thank Heavens for small miracles.
Leaning against the headboard on Rot’s bed, I cross my ankles and wait for their brotherly spat to fizzle out. I’ve been around enough bikers to know this happens a lot.
“Suit yourself,” Rot says as the bathroom door opens, and the naked hottie with the nice cock saunters back into the room.
It’s a simple, clean space, and it smells good too. It’s not the room I pictured him having when we first met. I expected half-naked posters of women all over his walls and dirty clothes all over the floor. Not a comfy chair in the corner that looks like a reading nook. Or a dresser with two large stacks of books on top. The walls are painted a deep red—think Merlot, not firetruck. The personal touches are non-existent. There’s not a single photo or keepsake. Nor is there a television. It’s just a bedroom. A place to sleep and fuck. I like it.
Bouncing on the bed like a child, Rot winks before he settles beside me against the headboard. Our hips touch, and he lifts my leg to drape over one of his and rests his hand on my knee. “Soooo… What do you wanna do, pretty lady?” He sidelong looks at me, flashing me a row of pearly whites.
“I dunno. You tell me.” I shrug and glance at the open bathroom door, waiting for the men to emerge.
Rot notices and drums the inside of my knee with two fingers. “They left through the other door in the bathroom. It connects to Coffin’s room.”
“Coffin?” I ask.
“The blond asshole.”
“Ah.His name’s Coffin.” Another unique name I’ve not heard before.
“Technically, it’s John, but yeah, we call him Coffin. Kinda like I’m Rot, but my name’s James.”
I smirk at his explanation. “I know how road names work, Rot.”
“Well, you’d be the first. Most don’t get it.”
“My name’s not Sola, either,” I note, so he doesn’t think otherwise. “It’s the name I gave myself.” It means alone and suits me just fine.
“After you joined the sisters?” he asks.
How does…
“Wait… what?” My voice quivers in surprise.
“I know all about what you ladies do. I did my research. Dark filled in the rest.”
“He…” I start, then clear my throat, but the words aren’t wording.
“Told you that you were here to spy on us to gather intel for the club,” Rot fills in for me.
I stop breathing.
What in the crazy hell is happening?
When I don’t confirm or deny his statement, Rot keeps talking as if a bomb hadn’t just dropped on my shoulders. As if this isn’t a big deal at all. “He didn’t tell you anything about us, did he?”
Eyes widening to the size of the sun, I blow out a harsh breath and shake my head.
“You’re not here for intel, Red. You’re here ‘cause we need the feminine energy.” He winks.
Feminine energy, my ass.
A short laugh bubbles out of my throat. “You mean you need someone to fuck.”
