Opal (Rugged Skulls MC Book 2) Page 13

  Sighing, I step over to the stove top and stir the sauce, before turning back around to face the group.

  “I think the food is ready to be served,” I say and walk out of the room.

  I’m not trying to be rude, but I didn’t feel like it was my place to be in there anymore. Walking to the room where I know Sweets and the kids are, I tap the door and she opens it, and the noise comes barreling out. I can’t help but smile.

  “They’re serving the food now. Are you okay to watch Tucker for me for a little while longer?” I ask. She nods.

  “Of course. Are you okay, Jodie?”

  “Yeah, I just need to take care of a few things,” I lie.

  I need to get out of here and have some time to myself. I know Tucker will be safe with the club.

  Making sure I change into my running shoes in Opal’s room, I grab a bottle of water and make my way out the back of the property, passing some large ranch homes I imagine belong to members.

  Off to the right is a large red and black building with a big sign that says ‘Rugged Online Entertainment’ in black and white. We all know what goes on in there. I remember Estelle telling me about it. Do I watch porn? I have before, yes, but not much these days. Everyone has their own right to earn their money however they see fit, as long as it’s not physically or mentally hurting someone. That’s my thoughts anyway.

  Walking into the trees, a calm comes over me as the sounds of the wild take over any thoughts, as the smells of the trees and the grass hit my senses. I hear the scurrying of small animals and smile to myself.

  I sit down on a log that looks like it’s been placed here for someone to think and take stock. The peace takes over. All I can see, hear and feel is the wilderness around me, and it helps ease the tension in my shoulders and thoughts in my head.

  Eighteen

  Opal

  The wind rushes past me as I throttle it down the highway to get myself as far away from the club and Jodie as I can. Seeing her face in my head on repeat is fucking with my riding. I almost hit a car in front of me because the guy braked hard and I wasn’t paying attention.

  The hurt and pain in her eyes fucking gutted me, but I’m a stubborn ass when I want to be, so I need to get away and clear my head before I go back and talk to her to clear the air.

  Her words replay over and over in my head like a record player, and the more I think of them, the better I see that her harsh words were for Snake Heads and not Rugged Skulls. Fuck.

  I see lights up ahead, so I decide to pull in and get something to eat and drink, since I’ve missed lunch back at the club, which Risky will be pissed at me for.

  Titan’s House and Grill looks like a dive bar, but I have no doubt that this place has some amazing food and some good beer on tap. Parking the bike and switching the engine off, I remove my helmet and make my way inside.

  Loud rock music thumps through the floor, and I smile. Can’t go wrong with some classic rock.

  “Sit wherever, hon, I’ll be right there to take your order,” comes a husky voice that sounds like the owner has smoked fifty a day for the last twenty years.

  Walking further into the room, I take a stool by the bar and order a beer from the hot, busty blond bartender. I throw her a wink and she smiles, leaning on the bar, making sure to push her tits together to give me an eyeful.

  “Not seen you in here before, handsome.”

  “That’s because I haven’t been in here before. Are you guys still doing lunch orders?” I ask, taking a pull of my beer.

  “We are,” she answers, reaching back for a menu and handing it to me. I reach for it, but she keeps her grip on it, making me bring my gaze up to hers

  “I get off at three. Want to go back to mine and fuck?”

  If I weren’t a biker and used to the Regs at the club, I would have choked on my beer, but I keep my cool, taking another drink and licking my lips for effect, which she mirrors.

  “Damn, darlin’, if I had met you a few weeks ago, that would be a definite yes. But I’m taken. I have an old lady, so no can do. I don’t cheat,” I explain, but her smile grows even bigger.

  “Well, since you’ve not been here before, I can bet that your old lady is nowhere near here, and, baby, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” Her voice takes on a seductive tone that I have heard way too many times to count, but it does nothing for me.

  I hear Jodie’s moans in my head as I fucked her last night, over and over again. My cock likes the memory, and I moan and push down on him, but the bartender thinks it’s for her. Her eyes light up and she bites her lip.

  “You know you want to,” she says, and I shake my head at her.

  “No thanks. I’m just going to sit over there in the booth. Send over a cheeseburger and fries and keep the drinks coming. Actually, send over a whiskey.” I don’t wait for her reply; her face falling is enough.

  Picking up my bottle of beer, I slide off the stool and make my way over to an empty booth, ignoring the stares from the other patrons. They look on but stay clear of me, and I’m thankful for that, because I need to clear my head and think about how I’m going to deal with Jodie when I get back.

  I know I fucked up by being a dick to her, and I need to work through that with her. Also, I need to make sure Creep doesn’t get anywhere near her and Tuck.

  Me: How’s Jodie and Tuck?

  I finish off my beer, just as Miss Busty brings me my new beer, a whiskey, and food. She drops the plate on the table and pretty much slams my bottle and glass down too. I grin at her and she huffs, resting her hand on her tiny waist.

  “What are you smiling about?” She looks pleased with herself for making me smile, but I’m about to wipe that smile off her face.

  “You,” is all I say, adding salt and pepper to my food.

  “I knew you would change your mind. They always do.” She basks in the thought of no man turning her down. Well, she’s in for a fucking shock because I’m not a cheater, never have been and never will be.

  I’m a one-woman man.

  “I haven’t changed my mind. I’m still a one-woman man. I was laughing at how desperate you look. Honey, you’re trying too hard to be sexy. You’re a pretty enough girl; try less. Stop throwing yourself at men that have no respect for you,” I say, keeping eye contact with her.

  Her eyes widen, then her gaze lowers to the floor. I throw a fry into my mouth, loving the salty taste. She bites her lip and brings her gaze back to mine before she smiles sweetly at me, nodding before she turns and walks back behind the bar.

  Magnum: She’s pissed and hurt. Been quiet. Sarge went out to chat with her. They’ve been gone for an hour or so.

  I know Sarge won’t make a move on her, but the thought of them together pisses me off. Shaking off the thoughts of them together, I sit and look around the room, reading people’s behaviors and characters. This was one of my jobs while I was deployed. It’s a specialty of mine.

  But I was also the one who could keep his cool when shit went down. No one would know what I was thinking or feeling because I knew how to put on the best poker face.

  Once I’ve finished my food and downed my whiskey, I signal for another. Now I don’t have the food to keep my attention from going to thoughts of Jodie, I see her hurt face again, the tears in her eyes that gut me every time.

  As soon as the whiskey glass hits the table, I down it and ask for another. Deciding that the bartender doesn’t deserve to walk back and forth to me, I go and sit at the bar again, ordering another whiskey.

  My tab is going up and up, but my thoughts of Jodie intensify the drunker I get. I thought alcohol was supposed to make you forget, numb the pain and thoughts, but fuck me it isn’t working.

  I’m the Vice President of the Rugged Skulls MC and this shit shouldn’t be getting under my skin and affecting my way of thinking.

  Damn that woman.

  That sexy woman, who knows how to make my cock hard, who knows how to ride me to heaven and back. My old lady.

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nbsp; “Shit,” I mutter as I stumble off the stool and make my way to the restroom to piss. I bump into a chick and apologize when she whines about me touching her.

  “Hey, fucker, you touched my woman?” some dude asks, but fuck me I can’t tell you which one, because I’m seeing double or triple right now. Holding my hands up in a surrender gesture, I back away.

  “Sorry, man,” I say and try to walk away, but he has other ideas and throws a punch. I go down like a drug dealer getting caught by the feds.

  I swear I see stars as the guy’s fist comes at me again and again. Someone pulls him off me and I stumble to my feet, sucking in a painful breath. Blinking the pain away, I try and focus on the guy and see he is raging and looks like he wants to rip my head off.

  “I’ll more than rip your head off fucker. I’ll rip your body apart and bury you,” he growls.

  “Fuck, did I say that out loud?” I slur. “You’re a fat fuck, so would you eat me before burying me?” I smart off.

  I shuffle to the bar next to me and lean on it, trying to stop my head from spinning and my face from pulsing like a fucking bass speaker. I raise my finger to Miss Busty, who comes over with an unsure look on her face. Her eyes keep bouncing over to the fuckhead and back to me, while she bites on her bottom lip.

  “Water please, darlin’.” She nods and gets me a glass of water. She hands it to me, and I see a slight tremor in her hand. Bringing my gaze up to meet hers, I see her biting her lips, and not in the sexy way this time. I wink at her and pull out my phone, sliding it across the bar to her.

  “Send a text to Prez. Tell him where I am, and that I need a pick-up. Thanks, doll,” I tell her, before turning back around to the fat fuck behind me, who looks like he wants to beat me some more.

  “You think you’re some tough guy in that pussy leather vest, don’t ya?” he asks. I laugh at him, which he clearly doesn’t appreciate.

  “Don’t need to think; I know I’m tough. But you’re being the pussy right now. I mean, I’m ten sheets to the wind and you get a few good hits in. If I was stone cold sober, you wouldn’t have got one hit in,” I explain, and I can only hope it sounded right. It did in my head.

  “I could beat you anywhere, fucker,” he snarls.

  “If you say so, princess.” I laugh as my elbow slides off the bar, making me look like the drunk I am.

  I don’t see him coming at me but fuck me I feel him. He slams into me like a fucking linebacker and I feel pain shoot from my ankle to my knee. I cry out as we knock over tables and chairs.

  I’m a built guy, so even in my drunken state I can handle myself, but I’m sobering up as the pain in my ankle intensifies. We throw punches and roll on the floor. I manage to flip him so I’m on top, throwing blow for blow at him. Until I feel two arms lock under mine and pull me off the prick.

  They hold me up and the fat guy gets up and smirks at me, before wiping the blood from his mouth, and steps closer to me. Leaning in, I can smell his revolting breath and I gag, which again he isn’t happy with.

  “Fucking prick,” he snarls, before throwing one last punch, and everything goes black.

  I blink and come to and see an angel looking down at me.

  “Devil Doc, you came to torture me again I see,” I slur.

  Jodie scowls down at me and I chuckle, closing my eyes again.

  I can hear them talking and moving my body, but the alcohol is taking over again and sucking me back in. I open my mouth and place my foot in it for the umpteenth time today.

  “Did my busty blond text you?” I ask, chuckling, picturing her face when I asked her to text Magnum. Then once again, everything fades to black.

  Nineteen

  Jodie

  To say I’m livid is an understatement. Not only does he insinuate that I hate all MC’s, but he fucks off without talking to me, gets completely smashed at some dive bar, picks up another woman, gets into a bar fight, and re-hurts his ankle.

  Pulling tight on the compression band around his ankle, I’m kind of pissed that he can’t feel the pain with the amount of booze he has in his system. I know I’m being rough with him, but at this moment in time, I couldn’t give two fucks.

  “Easy there, Doc,” Sarge mutters from behind me. I look over my shoulder and see all the brothers standing against the wall, watching me work on Opal’s ankle.

  “Do you want to take over?” He shakes his head at me. “I didn’t think so. Now shut up and let me work.”

  “Feisty,” Slide whispers. I turn and give him the ‘mom look’, and he looks down to the floor and mutters, “Sorry.”

  Shaking my head, I go back to work until it’s on and I’m happy it will help with the swelling. I pick up a pillow and place it under his foot. The elevation will help too. Moving across the room, I dig out some painkillers and place them on the bedside table with a bottle of water I grabbed out of the mini fridge he has in his room. Without looking at anyone, I pack up mine and Tucker’s things.

  “Jodie, what are you doing?” Magnum asks in his deep, husky voice.

  “Sweets told me there are a few spare rooms here that are kept for guests. Is she right?” I ask, folding my arms across my chest, looking at each member.

  I see Slide’s gaze drop to my chest where my girls have been pushed up at the top of my camisole. “Really?”

  “They’re right there,” he states, not looking ashamed at all.

  “Fuck me. Are you really wanting your face pummeled when he wakes up?” Rookie asks Slide, nodding to an unconscious Opal.

  “I can take him,” Slide jokes, and everyone shakes their heads at him.

  “There are rooms, yes?” I state, looking at Magnum. He sighs and gives me a nod.

  “There is, yeah. He won’t be happy that you moved out of his room before talking to him,” Magnum explains, but I take a deep breath and pick up my bag anyway.

  “He doesn’t have a say in this, Magnum. If it’s going to be a problem, then someone can take me and Tucker home.”

  “No, you’re staying here. Moving out of his room is bad enough. If I let you leave the Tower, he will rip me a new one, and I like having one ass hole, thanks very much,” Magnum replies.

  “Then show me to a room, please,” I say back.

  “You’re his old lady, Jodie. He called ‘dibs’ on you. That shouldn’t be taken lightly,” Sarge explains.

  I look at him and I see the conflict in his eyes. He wants me to stay here in Opal’s room, but after our talk in the woods, he can see that I’m a very strong, independent woman who hates being talked down to and hates mind games. Opal did both of those today.

  “Clearly he doesn’t think that anymore, otherwise he would have come to talk to me rather than throwing a tantrum and leaving, only to get piss ass drunk in a dive bar, pick up another woman, and get into a bar fight.”

  “I want it to go on record that I tried to stop this shit happening.” Magnum huffs and storms out of the room, and Risky winks at me.

  “Come on,” Rookie says, taking my bags from me and walking out the door. Everyone else follows but goes in a different direction.

  I step toward the door and then look back at Opal lying on the bed in just a pair of black boxers. His face is beaten and bruised, minus the blood that I cleaned off. His ribs are already bruising, turning purple and black. His lip is cut, and I know that’s going to sting like hell, but I don’t feel any sympathy for him at the moment. Maybe in the morning I will think differently, after I’ve had time to calm down.

  I catch up with Magnum and Rookie, wondering where Risky went. They walk to the end of the hallway and Magnum pushes open a door and waits for me. Rookie pushes through the door.

  “You can stay in here for tonight,” Magnum explains as Rookie places my bags on the bed and turns to leave. He stops by me and leans down to kiss my cheek, making me blush.

  “Night, babe,” he says, before walking away.

  I watch him walk away, enjoying how his ass looks in his jeans. His shoulders are wide,
and he has thick biceps. Tilting my head to get a better angle is clearly not appreciated by Magnum, because I bring my gaze up to his face and find him scowling at Rookie’s back.

  Shrugging, I smile at him.

  “Hey, you can’t blame me. Us women like to appreciate a good backside too,” I tell him, walking into the room.

  “Not when it belongs to your man’s brother,” Magnum states, and I crinkle my nose.

  "Not my man,” is all I say.

  “Tucker is staying with Lash’s crew, so get some rest,” he tells me, and I nod. We have a stare off; his violet eyes make him look like a demonic biker or something.

  “Baby, I love you, but you need to leave. We’re going to have a bitch night and talk about periods, boobs, and men’s cocks, etcetera, etcetera,” Kara says, bounding into my room, already dressed in tiny shorts and a short tank top that’s barely holding her breasts in place. Her hair is piled up on top of her head in a messy bun and she looks freaking sexy as hell.

  Magnum seems to think so too, because he steps forward, his eyes darkening as he leans forward and brings his hands around to grip both of her ass cheeks, pulling her to him.

  “Baby, any talk of your pussy, I want to be involved. You know that,” he growls at her, and she shivers. Hell, even I do.

  Leaning in, he takes her mouth in a deep kiss that has her almost climbing him like a tree. I turn away and dig through my bag for something to wear, my face heating up from their porn-like moment. A slap has my head snapping up in their direction.

  “That hurt, you fucker,” Kara whines, rubbing her now red ass cheek. Magnum smirks down at her and steps back.

  “That’s what you get for teasing your man. Have a fun time, but don’t drink too much. I want you coherent when I fuck you later. And I will later.” He drags his finger across the slogan on her tank top that says, ‘Suck It’. With a wink, he leaves.