Page 21 of Triple the Secrets
They all made their way back out into the common room, and Rogue watched as a few of his brothers grabbed some of the club whores and hauled them off, while others went to the bar. He was one of them and nodded at the prospect, Connor, as he set a glass of whiskey in front of him.
“Hey, Rogue,” Harlow, Steel’s Old Lady said from her position at the end of the bar.
At six months pregnant, her belly was already quite large, and her hormones were so damn unpredictable, he tried not to talk to her unless her man or one of the other women were around. She had the blonde hair and blue eyes going for her, and he had seen her use them to get her man to do anything she asked.
“Harlow,” he said with a nod. Steel moved in behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist and laying his hand protectively on her rounded stomach. “How you feeling?”
“Pregnant,” she pouted. “This baby is already driving me nuts.” She glared at Steel over her shoulder. “It’s all your fault too.” Steel smirked at her. Then she grinned at Rogue. “But Royal and Savage are going to find out what they’re having in a couple of weeks and we’re starting a bet. Want to join in?”
Rogue chuckled. Leave it to Harlow to come up with that kind of idea. “I’ll bite,” he said easily. “What’s the stakes?”
“Everyone chips in fifty bucks. Winners that picks the sex and the number of babies accurately, share the pot.”
“What are you betting?”
Harlow grinned wickedly. “Twin girls. Identical.”
Rogue looked at Steel. “I said boy and only one,” he answered. “Just like my woman.”
They had found out the sex of their baby only a few weeks ago, and Steel had been strutting around like a damn peacock ever since. Harlow had been excited, but he had heard she was hoping for a little girl, just to stick it to Steel.
“Put me down for twin girls, identical too,” he said to Harlow.
Steel shook his head. “Savage is going to kick your ass for going against him.”
Rogue smirked. “Brother, it’s not hard to figure out that Royal’s probably going to have twins, being one. Betting they’ll be girls is just to piss him off.”
Steel chuckled. “Your funeral. Come on, woman, let’s head to bed and I’ll rub your back.”
“Oh thank God,” she moaned, letting him help her to her feet. “And you need to have a talk with your son about kicking me in the damn ribs.”
Rogue watched them walk away and shook his head. He was happy for his brother and Harlow, but that did not sound like a pleasant night. What he would rather do was grab one of the club whores and work out some of this frustration burning in his gut.
He looked around, but not one of them interested him. He gripped his whiskey tightly in his hand and bit back a growl of frustration. What the hell was wrong with him? He had never turned down a night with one of the club whores. Hell, a quick fuck was all he needed to take the edge off.
He drank the rest of his shot and slammed the glass down on the bar before stalking to the front door. He ignored the glances he got and headed for the garage. He needed something to take his mind off everything, and if he wasn’t going to fuck, he was going to work. The aggression riding him wasn’t good for anyone.
Especially anyone who got the bright idea to piss him off or get in his way.
Yet, when he got to the shop, he stared at it, and he knew he wasn’t going to walk into it. He turned, stomped towards his bike, and revved it up. He needed the open road, and he needed to clear his head.
Except that instead of hitting the highway, he found himself making the drive towards Scarlett’s place and setting up in the exact same place he had every night for the past week. He didn’t give a shit if they could see him in their cameras. Instead, he sat in the dark, watching the house in front of him that was now cloaked in darkness, and stewed.
What the hell was it about these women that kept pulling him here? The longer he thought about it, the more irritated and restless he became.
The answers that he was coming up with weren’t the ones he wanted, and yet here he sat.
Whatever was going on with Scarlett Roarke, he was going to figure it out, and he was going to understand this pull he had towards her and then make it stop.
So why wasn’t he leaving? That was the only question in his mind for the rest of the night.
CHAPTERTEN
SCARLETT
She laid her head down on the desk in defeat. How the hell had the day gone to such utter shit so quickly? Between the girls being over the top drama queens this morning about the one bathroom situationagain, to coming in to work and finding out that the other employee at the library wasn’t coming in today and leaving her to do everything by herself, now she had to figure out how to get her car fixed.
She had heard it making a weird noise this morning when she started it up, but then it just up and died the moment she parked in the lot. She knew she had plenty of gas, so whatever the issue, it was something mechanical. And not one shop around here could help her. All were either too busy and had no one to look at it until later in the week. Maybe even next week.
