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The whole room erupts into laughter as he raises his eyebrows at me.
“Yes, you fucking would. Now, stay out of his way so we can keep your arse outta prison.”
“I reckon he might like taking it up the ass,” Slider shouts from across the table, and everyone looks across at me, sniggering.
“You have something to tell us, Slider?” I smirk, and his face turns steely.
“Shut the fuck up, the pair of you,” Drifter shouts, silencing the room.
“Last night, the workshop got hit,” he grunts out as he runs his hands over his face. “They smashed the window and took a load of cash that this moron forgot to bring home.” He points at Gears, who he lowers his head in shame.
“Sorry, Pres,” he mutters.
“Think it might be the judge?” I ask.
“Nah, I can’t imagine it’s his style. More like The Steel Delinquents MC trying to broach on our patch again.” I nod, but I still find myself wondering if it was Darius. “We need to increase security at all our businesses. Can you arrange that, Rock?” I nod again, taking my phone out my pocket and dropping a text to our connection to start the ball rolling. “These idiots have been upping their game for a few weeks now, so be on your guard. We all know they want this side of town and they’ll do anything to try and rattle us. Be sure to watch the women, even the club whores. No mistakes.” He glares across at Gears as he bangs the gavel on the table and brings an end to church.
We pile out the room, and I find Red in her usual spot with Rochelle, talking animatedly. It’s nice to see her so relaxed, reminding me this is exactly where I need to be.
“What are you pair laughing at?” I bellow as I make my way over to them, making Red jump as I approach. She looks over at me and shakes her head, swiping away the tears of laughter.
“Mind your business, dickwad.” Rochelle chuckles, giving me the side-eye, which sets off a fresh wave of hysteria from Red.
She snorts. “Dickwad?”
“You’re lucky you’re the Pres’s ol’ lady, Rochelle.” I smirk at her shaking my head.
“Well, don’t be fucking nosy. Us ol’ ladies have to have some secrets from you guys,” Rochelle says, lifting her glass and taking a sip.
“What’s this about secrets?” Drifter asks as he approaches the table. He grabs Rochelle by the back of her neck, turning her to face him, then he leans down and places a gentle kiss on her lips.
“I was just introducing Rock to the fact that the ol’ ladies need to have some secrets together.” She smiles across at him.
“Never, sugar,” he whispers just loud enough for us to hear at the table.
“Okay, we were really talking about how small your dick is,” Rochelle quips, and Red’s laughter, which had been beginning to subside, comes out in a complete belly laugh. I place both hands on her shoulders and lean down to her ear.
“We both know that’s not true,” I whisper, ensuring nobody else can hear, and I watch intently as a blush sneaks up her cheeks and she crosses her legs. That simple touch and my words already have her unravelling. “Maybe we should go upstairs and double check?” I lift her from the chair and throw her over my shoulder as she squeals out in shock.
CHAPTER SEVEN
LIZZY
My phone vibrates across the bedside table, waking me from my slumber, and I stretch out to release my muscles after last night’s workout. Rock really can’t get enough, and I’ve never known a man to have so much stamina. I reach over, picking up my phone, and as I slide it unlocked and open the text, I feel the colour drain from my face. A video automatically plays and my stomach twists in knots. On the screen is me having sex with Darius. He’s got me bent over his work desk as he pounds into me, tears streaming down my face as he grabs my hair roughly, grunting out his release. The video has a message attached.
Darius: My dirty little bitch, if you don’t want the world to see this, I suggest you get your skanky fucking arse home.
I hold the phone shakily in my hands as Rock stirs beside me and sits up. He snatches the phone out of my hand as I stare into the distance in complete shock that Darius would stoop so low.
“What the fuck is this?” he growls, standing from the bed, watching it all unfold in front of him. I rub my hands over myface before running to the bathroom and emptying the contents of my stomach. Rock stands in the doorway, and I can feel the anger radiating from him as his muscles tense. The phone still firmly gripped in his hand, his jaw ticks as I look up at him, completely ashamed.
“Red, I asked you a fucking question.” He throws the phone on the floor beside me. “What the fuck is that?” he shouts as he points at the offending message that’s now replaying, the sounds echoing around the tiled bathroom. I angrily swipe at my tears as I try to compose myself. Rock towers over me, making me feel as if I’ve done something wrong, but I will not be made to feel like this is my fucking fault. I straighten my shoulders as I stand, ready to take on this hunk of a fucking bloke.
“That,” I say angrily, “is my fucking narcissistic ex trying to get me to go home.” I barge past him, and he grabs my arm. I look at his hand and then up at his face. “Take your fucking hands off me,” I spit, and he drops his hand instantly, a look of regret filling his face.
I storm over to the bed, not sure what my next move should be.
“Red,” he whispers. I don’t want to turn and look at him because I’ll break into a hundred pieces right here. “Red, look at me.” He gently places his hands on my arms, and my body sags into his touch and I sigh.
