I roll over and see my pink suitcase by the door. Shadow must have brought it in here while I was asleep. I look down at my position on the bed and see that I’m half naked and the sheet is tangled at my feet. I’m sure the pervert got an eyeful before he left. I get up and unzip the case, grabbing some distressed jeans and a green tank top. I sniff for cleanliness; they don’t smell dirty. I head to the shower.
Everything is wet and warm when I climb into the stall. Shadow must have showered while I was asleep. Man, I must have been out of it. I wash my hair with his shampoo; the smell of him so strong I close my eyes and take it in. I imagine my fingers in his hair instead of mine, loving the way his hair curls and grooves around my fingers, it's so silky. My own long, curly wet locks are not doing the trick for me; they're not Shadow's black messy hair. I call defeat and shut the shower off. I grab the damp towel off the rack and start drying myself. My body tingles at the thought; everywhere the towel touches it has touched Shadow just moments before.
I spot the counter and see toothpaste spit all over the sink, men are so gross. Seriously, he couldn’t wash the spit down? His red toothbrush is sitting right next to the sink. I grab it. I rub my finger across the grooves of the wet bristles, smelling of mint. My lips turn into an upward smirk as an outlandish thought forms. I squirt toothpaste onto his brush and start brushing my teeth with it, feeling naughty at the thought of secretly using someone else’s toothbrush; his toothbrush. I rinse the spit out of the sink, and put my clothes on. I finger brush my long dark hair, letting it fall at the peaks of my round breasts. I put my shoes on, put my phone in my pocket, and head out of the room.
Walking down the hall, I can hear Bobby’s voice becoming clearer and louder as I get closer.
“All I’m saying is you’re not yourself, when we get back you’re getting laid.” I walk around the corner and see Babs behind the bar and Bobby, Locks, and Shadow sitting in front of it, eating breakfast.
“Hey there, babe, you hungry?” Babs spots me from around the corner. She has her red hair all poofed out in curls like in the 80’s. She's wearing a leopard print shirt that is really tight around her bust and tucked into a pair of black jeans that come halfway up her stomach. She wears it well, with her bright red hair and pale skin.
My eyes lock with Shadow's intense, blue eyes and my body instantly becomes alive. My skin pricks with goose bumps as I feel him ogle me. He has on some clean blue jeans and a white t-shirt under his cut. His hair is all tousled on top, screaming for my fingers to tug on it. He is so rugged looking; he makes my mind scream.
An old man with slicked-back, peppered hair and matching beard and mustache comes walking through the clubhouse door. His beard starts all the way up his cheeks and hangs well below his chin. I haven't seen him before. He stops and looks at Bobby, eyeing him with disdain.
“Your eggs are the best. Locks is a lucky man to have you cook for him,” Bobby charms Babs.
The old man that walked in starts to grumble as he makes his way to the kitchen.
“What was that?” Bobby yells at the old man. The man stops and turns his head.
“I said, fuckin' fruit cake!” the man bellows at him before he enters the kitchen.
“Don’t man, you're gonna get your fuckin' arm broke again and we have a run to make. I’ll be damned if I have to make the run with that bastard.” Shadow eyes Bobby.
Bobby drops his fork on his plate, making a loud clatter. “No. No.” Bobby says, shaking his head. “He didn’t break my arm, Shadow, he sprained it; there is a difference. And I told you, I had a sore throat for like a week before that happened. I clearly was not in my prime!” I can’t help the giggle that escapes my mouth at the thought of Bobby getting his ass handed to him by an old guy.
“You wanna go again? I’ll break that fucking arm this time, pretty boy,” the old man yells as he slams through the double doors of the kitchen.
Bobby shakes his head and keeps eating his eggs, not even looking at the old man who is fast approaching him.
“You couldn’t take it, old man.”
The old man is behind Bobby now. He grabs his arm and twists it behind his back in a flash. For an old bird he sure is quick and strong. Bobby falls to the floor, knocking his stool over in the process. I look at Shadow, who is shaking his head and finishing up his eggs. I look at Babs and she's just rolling her eyes. I guess this is normal?
“Say uncle or I’ll break it!” the old man gruffs under his mustache.
“Break it off!” Bobby screams at him.
Bull walks through the doors of the club with mail in his hands. He peeks up at the commotion only to roll his eyes, too. “Hawk, you break his arm you're taking his place on the run today.” He steps over Bobby’s body which is lying on the floor after the old man, Hawk, had let go.
“You spoil these city boys. Back in the day we rode with a broken arm if that’s what we had coming to us.” Hawk points at Bobby on the floor, “damn fruit cake.”