She looked around, and I noticed the heads turning at our exchange. “Let’s take this inside.”
I beat her to my room, and she followed at her own pace. Kicking off my boots and tossing my cut on the bed, I could see the twitching, victorious smirk on her lips she didn’t bother to hide.
“Before you give Rush a hard time, you gotta know he didn’t tell me anything,” she said once she closed the door. “I figured it out on my own.”
“Where the fuck is he?” I asked slowly, closing my eyes in a failing attempt to control my temper.
“Sacramento to take care of the upcoming drug shipment. Then Oakland like you ordered,” she said and sat on the edge of the bed. “That’s how I knew you were planning on taking off, by the way. Why else would you let him handle everything?”
“Well, looks like you got your wish. I ain’t going anywhere.”
“Best decision ever.” She grinned. “Wanna tell me what happened with that…” she swallowed whatever shit she was about to call Cammie when my eyes flashed at her, “…that chick.”
“No.”
She sighed, still grinning, and got up. “Here’s the thing about the Night Skulls. We don’t hook up with outsiders. Normal people. That would never work. We gave up onnormalso fucking long ago.” She squeezed my shoulders. “I’ve seen that girl. She would’ve never fit in here anyway, baby. You gotta accept she was never yours.”
Anger pulsed off me. Cammie was mine. I didn’t give a shit what the whole world said.Mine. My fists clenched and unclenched during Mama’s entire speech. When she finished, I shrugged her off me. “Gonna hit the shower.”
“All right, sweetheart. I’m going.” She kissed me on the cheek and left.
I pulled my T-shirt over my head and unbuckled my belt. As I unzipped my jeans, a knock on the door followed by Serena, one of Mama’s favorite bitches, barging into my room, stopped me midway.
“What the fuck? I didn’t tell you to come in,” I yelled at the blonde.
Her crimson lips curved up, and her green eyes turned dark as they trailed down my naked abdomen along with the exposed rim of my boxers and then back to my chest.
“Need something?” I asked impatiently.
She sauntered toward me, her gaze dipping to my jeans. Then she ran her black-manicured fingers over my body. “I thought maybeyoumight be needing something.”
I took her hands off me, my face contracting in disgust. “No thanks.”
She thrust her perky tits up, and they threatened to bust out of her tiny, pink crop top. Then her hand finished unzipping my jeans and rested on my cock. “You sure about that?”
I smirked, my fingers tangling in her long hair. Her lips stretched from ear to ear, and her palm stroked me.
I leaned in, tightening my grip on her hair. She thought I was about to kiss her, but I reached her ear instead. “Tell Mama if she wanted to send a bitch to my room, she should’ve learned from Roar and sent a brunette. At least he knew what I preferred to fuck.”
She moaned in pain. Panic flicked in her eyes when I met them. “Chill. I still haven’t stooped that low to hit chicks.” I let go of her hair. “Now take your ugly hand off my cock and get the fuck out.”
“Yes, Dusty.” Her heels clicked away quickly.
“Tell her what I said!”
“Yes, Dusty!” She ran faster and closed the door behind her.
A long, frustrated breath seeped out of my mouth. “Like she could get it up.” Nobody knew or would believe that after Cammie, my cock got a one-track mind. A gorgeous brunette who could bring me to my knees and break me with both pain and pleasure.
No bitch was going to take her place.
CHAPTER 7
Dusty
Aside from the regular business calls from suppliers, bars and other chapters, the rest of the weekend passed with the same shit. Party. Loads of booze, drugs and pussy. Sweetbutts, not just Mama’s bitches, making passes at me—the newly-single president—aiming for higher privileges and status in the club. Mama trying to convince me Rosewood was where I belonged and Cammie could never be one of us.
I wanted to smash each and every face I saw in this place and then burn the whole thing to the ground.