Renegade Lady (Renegade Sons MC 1)(39)

Too bad for her; he already has.  Yes, I have slept with Reese.  Quite a few times, actually.  After what my mom went through, I never thought I’d willingly sleep with a married man, but Reese is different.  He’s married to a bitch.  No that’s not true; he’s married to the bitch!  
Roxy not only throws attitude his way all the fucking time, but she also spreads her legs for any guy that comes around.  In fact, she’s been doing that for a while now.  Long enough to give him a beautiful red headed daughter; a daughter that he loves more than anything in the world even though he knows that she can’t possibly be his.  She would and could snatch Pebbles away from him if Reese ever thought about kicking her ass to the curb.  
“What the hell are you doing here?” I hear from behind me as I continue to walk into the club house.
I stiffen because I know that voice. It’s the voice I’ve learned to hate. I turn around and glare at him.  I motion towards my barely there dress and say, “What’s it look like I’m here for?”
His face goes hard. “You are fucking crazy if you think I’m gonna let you be a club whore.”
“Sorry, boss.  The decision has already been made,” I say, shooting him a saccharine sweet smile.
He shakes his head and leans his head towards mine.  “No, fucking way!”
“Your dad already approved it, and last time I looked, he was president,” I say, making sure to put just a bit of bitch into my voice.  “We can talk about it again when you take up the gavel.”
“Aren’t you ever going to give me a chance to apologize?” he asks, his voice getting loud.
“There’s nothing to apologize for. You didn’t do anything that most men don’t do on a daily basis.  You wanted some pussy and you said what you had to say to get it.”
“I’m sorry about Mindy’s funeral.  I shouldn’t have left you. I’m also sorry about the things I said the night Sarah died.  They weren’t true,” he says, his voice strained.
I want to scream and tell him he’s right.  I want to tell him that he should have been there for me and how much his words hurt me, but I can’t.  I can’t let him see how much pain I’m in.  
“You know what?  Fuck you.” He looks as if I’ve hit him.
“Don’t do this, Jenna.  We’re friends.”
“Here’s a news flash for ya, big guy. You and me, we’re not even friends anymore. We haven’t been in a long damn time, not since you made me your whore. Not since you blamed me for Sarah’s death. Now we’re not anything. Isn’t that awesome?” I say sarcastically and paste on a fake ass smile. “I fuckin’ hate you.”
And with that, he looks as if he just found out someone died. Good. I want him to feel that pain.  I want him to feel the pain that I’ve been feeling ever since he left me.  I only get two steps away from him before he’s pulling me back.  “I might not be able to stop you, but I ain’t going to let you walk in there like that.”
I jerk my arm away.  “What do you mean?”
“When you go in there tonight, you have no power.  They won’t hurt you, but you’ll have no choice about who you end up with.  The only one of the girls that has that power is Roxy.  As the lead, she controls what goes on. If she was working the party, she would be able to choose who she hooked up with.”  He looks me up and down, something important working behind his eyes.  “Roxy hasn’t been doing her job the way she’s supposed to.  I’ve been looking for someone to take over.  I know you’ll need help, but Mary will lend a hand whenever you want.”
“What are you saying?” I ask, knowing he cannot mean what I think he does.
“I want you to take Roxy’s place.”
I shake my head.  “She would shit a brick if I took the girls from her.”#p#分页标题#e#
“I don’t give a fuck.  If she gives you any trouble, let me know.  I’ll handle her.”
I only take a second to think about it.  I know Roxy, and I know the stuff she does to the girls isn’t right.  “As long as Mary will teach me the ropes, I think I could handle it.”
He nods before placing his hand on my cheek.  “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Of course I am.  This way I get to choose who I fuck.”  I pull away and sneer at him. “There are some real assholes out there.”
“Yeah, there are,” he says, a wealth of meaning behind his words.