“Dale?” He’s one of the prospects, younger than most of the patched members and not covered in scars and tattoos yet.
“No, a patched member,” I growl under my breath and Zoe cocks an eyebrow at me, I just smile and hold my finger up again.
“No officers. There will be security here anyways,” it will be new to see men checking IDs and making sure there aren’t any extra party favors, there aren’t a whole lot of people that do the hard stuff, but the occasional cocaine sniffer is around.They are not going to be happy.
“Fine. I’ll send one of the younger guys, maybe two by the sound of it.”
“It’s going to be a big party so two is fine, NO CUTS.” I bite the last two words out hard, and he chuckles. The last thing I need is for two of his men to show up wearing cuts and people to start asking questions.
“Whatever you say, baby girl. I’ll have your alcohol delivered by noon and the guys will show up at 6 to set up and get comfortable with yoursisters,”I grunt at the way he says the word. He’s trying to get a rise out of me, and I can’t let him right now.
I might bitch at him later though.
I hang up and turn back to Zoe, considering the tone I used at the end of the conversation I am not surprised by her worried expression. To someone that didn’t know who I was talking to, I can see how that conversation seemed like it didn’t go well.
“Bar will be here at 12 but he had a stipulation.”
“That doesn’t sound good?”
“There are rumors that girls have been date raped. If he is going to supply alcohol to college kids, he says he is sending men to serve it. No charge. He doesn’t want it in his head if something happens.” She looks horrified, and that tells me right away that the rumors of the girl dying haven’t made it very far on campus.
I wonder how it is being covered up, if she was found here on campus and taken to the hospital everyone would know about it by now. I don’t think that I want to know the specifics, but if I am going to have a hand in figuring out what is going on then I am going to need all the information. Even the bits that I don’t want.
“Okay, well that’s two birds with one stone. I wanted to get a bartender anyway just to make it less of a mess. The last time we did a serve yourself it took days to clean up the spilled alcohol. And it wasted a shit ton of money.” She marks another thing off her list and then turns and walks the room, “I'm going to call a house meeting to talk about this date rape thing. I hadn't heard about it, but I want to know that the girls are going to be safe. I guess that explains why the school board is having us use security. Did your connection also want to send security? I heard you say something about officers?”
“Yeah, he wanted to send extra security to keep an eye on things but since we are already having that covered by the school it's best to just let them do it. We don't want too many people hanging around just watching us party.” I can't even imagine how it would go if Scar, Bell, and Pyro were in this building, I don't know that I would be able to stay away.
Correction. I know that I wouldn’t be able to stay away.
Sorority sisters say that they will be there for you no matter what, that they love you and have your back, but how would they feel if they found out that I am the daughter of the Ghost Riders MC president? Would they still love me if they knew that I grew up around some of the most dangerous men on this side of the country? Would they be there for me if they knew that I could kill a grown man with a knife in about three seconds?
There is no way.
“I'll send out a mass message that everyone should be here after dinner for that meeting.” I take my stuff up to my room and send out that message. We have an app on each person's phone for these messages because you can only add so many people to a group chat, plus who wants to click that many names? The app only had to be set up one time and now anyone can send out a mass message to all of the sisters easily.
“I’m putting in a pickup order for food, and decorations, want to go with me?” Raven is sitting at her desk and right before she turns around to face me, she hits the complete order button. “It will be ready in two hours, but I'm hungry. We can grab dinner and then go get it?”
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“Table for two, please,” I tell the hostess of our favorite little diner near campus. This place makes a mean chicken fried steak, the best one in town probably, I can never get enough of it.
“You look tense,” Raven points out when we sit down. I try to loosen the pressure on my shoulders, but it doesn't work, I can almost feel their eyes on me even though I am sure they are not there.
“I had a run-in with a guy today…” I pause trying to figure out exactly what I am going to tell her, I want to be as honest with her as I can without giving away the secrets I have done everything in my power to keep.
“An ex?”
“I don't know if ex is the right word for him. We had never gone on a date before. I have been obsessed with him for as long as I can remember, but we only had sex once before I came here, the night before I left. It's been all I can think about. Everything about that night rules my entire life, I can't get him out of my head.”
“That doesn't sound like a bad thing, Fin. Why aren't the two of you together?” I don't even know how to answer that, we order drinks and food before she crosses her arms and gives me a pointed look, she isn't going to let this go until she understands.
“He isn't good for me; I have a problem with men that are too old and too rough. He isn't a bad man, but I can't say that he is a good guy either.” Raven's eyebrows bunch together, and she thinks hard about what she is going to say before she says it.
“When you say, ‘too rough’, do you mean… physically? Or like attitude-wise?”
“Attitude. I am not the type of person that is going to let someone abuse me.” I have left them with the impression that I am a pretty passive person, but I didn’t realize that I let them think I was THAT passive.
“Is that why you never pay any mind to the guys that throw themselves at you? Because you like older men? How much older are we talking? Eight years?” I sheepishly look at my hands in my lap, “12 years?” I chuckle and look up at her, since we are talking about Bell right now, I use his age difference.