Page 12 of Triple the Secrets
“You sound like Royal,” he griped, but did as ordered and closed out the files on Scarlett and the girls. “She seems to think I’m wasting away in here. She hasn’t figured out that I come in here to get some damn peace and quiet.”
Rogue chuckled. “Brother, women are pains in the ass. Just accept it.” He clapped him on the shoulder and they made their way back out into the common room.
One of the club whores, Nari, immediately headed their way. She was relatively new, but she was a hell of a lot more tolerable than most of them. While the others were angling for an Old Lady patch, and catty as all hell, she was still finding her footing, and didn’t come off as overly pushy. “Hey, Rogue, Code,” she purred at them. “Want to have some fun?”
Code eyed her appreciatively. “I just might,” he leered at her, reaching out and grabbing her by the waist and hauling her up. She laughed and wrapped her legs around his hips before burying her face in his neck. Code glanced at him. “You gonna join us?” he asked.
Rogue shook his head. “Have fun,” he said absently as he headed for the bar. He wanted a damn drink.
When he reached the bar, he went behind it, ignoring the prospect who gave him a wary glance. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey and a glass then headed back out around the bar and looked around. He needed to talk to Ice about the other prospect to find out if he had kicked the sorry asshole out. But Ice was still fucking the club whore, even though from the look of things, they were going to be wrapping up soon. So he slid onto the stool next to Razor and poured himself a shot.
“Don’t want to hear it,” Razor said grumpily.
“Wasn’t going to say shit,” Rogue returned mildly.
“Fuck,” Razor hissed. “The damn woman is a pain in my ass. I’m about ready to say fuck it and be done with her.”
“Then do it. Grow some balls and either let her go, or figure out how to make her stop giving you the runaround.” He had little sympathy for this kind of dramatics. If he had a woman—not that he wanted one—he wouldn’t be chasing her like a little puppy.
Razor glared at him. Rogue held his stare. Finally, Razor looked away and grabbed his beer, chugging the last half of it before he said, “There is nothing I can do to make myself give her up. Not even knowing she’s at her damn job right now and made it perfectly clear that I’m not to show up there. But I know she’ll call me later and tell me I can go to her apartment and fuck her, but insist there’s nothing more between us. It’s damn confusing, but I can’t stay away.”
“Again, grow a pair or let her go,” he said pointedly. “Women don’t want a pussy, brother. She’s probably waiting for you to take charge and show her who’s got the final say in the relationship.”
Razor snorted. “You met her, right? You think that’s going to work? I’ll end up with a bullet between the eyes if I try to pull that shit.”
“Put you out of your misery, wouldn’t it?” Rogue rolled his eyes and continued, “Man, I don’t know what you want to hear. You want advice about Karissa, talk to Esme. It’s her best friend, after all. She’s probably got some insight for you.”
Razor eyed him for a moment. “You might have a good idea,” he said thoughtfully.
“Wouldn’t suggest doing it tonight, but best I can offer.”
Razor chuckled. “Fury’d kick my ass. I made a crack about Esme coming back to the office looking nice and calm for a change and he about took my head off. Well, after she chewed my ass out.”
Rogue shook his head. His friends were pussy-whipped and he would never understand the appeal. Women were nothing more than a giant headache. They might help take the edge off, but otherwise, they did nothing but nag and need your attention. He had neither the time nor inclination for either, and he was perfectly happy to spend his days on his bike or working in the garage. At least when he worked on them, he could make them purr and not get sassed.
He turned his head when the stool next to him scraped on the floor to find Ice sitting there, expression a bit less cool than normal now that he’d gotten his rocks off. “Dealt with the prospect,” he told him calmly as he nodded at the prospect behind the bar when he gave him a beer. He took a long gulp. “Caught him and Polly going at it in the woods not far away from the kids. Both are out on their asses.”
Rogue nodded. “Good. Bastard wasn’t worth his salt around here if he thought more about pussy than protecting the kids. Luckily I didn’t have time to deal with his ass.” He’d have made the prospect very sorry, probably sorry enough that he would have spent a few days in the hospital.
Ice smirked. “I made mention of that and I'm pretty sure the kid pissed himself. Polly just cried and begged to stay, but I made her get her shit and get gone. She knew the rules.”
It was well known that the club whores were for the brothers’ enjoyment, no one else’s. Everyone knew the rules, and the two of them fucking each other broke more than a few of those rules. He had no sympathy for her, or for the prick she had been screwing. “You let Savage or Fury know?” he asked Ice.
Ice nodded. “Savage was pissed that the kids were without protection. Fury mentioned tracking down the kid and kicking his ass himself, but Esme talked him out of it. The kids were fine and the prospect has to worry about seeing us out and about around town anyway. That was punishment enough.”
Rogue and Razor both snorted. Oh, they’d be paying the little prick another visit, and the way he was feeling, it would feel damn good to get some of the aggression out. “Kid would be smarter to get out of town,” Razor remarked.
“Something tells me he’s not that smart,” Ice snickered. “I’m heading to bed. Might be able to sleep tonight.” Then he was gone.
“Think I will too,” Razor said, clapping him on the shoulder. “Thanks, brother.”
Rogue nodded. He was comfortable and didn’t feel like spending another night lying in bed wide awake. He rarely slept these days, catching just enough to keep him going.
Even after everyone had gone to bed, and the clubhouse had gone quiet, Rogue sat there and drank his whiskey. He wished he could say that he drank until he was sleepy enough to go to bed, but instead, his mind strayed to a woman he had no business thinking about, and the trouble following her.
CHAPTERSIX
SCARLETT
