Mia

Chapter Five

Mia

"....Now get your asses back out there, I will be back to help a little later." Demi shoo's us out of the kitchen before I can ask anymore questions.

"What in the fuck is an old lady?" I ask Rose who is throwing beers on the counter back to back.

"You're Tom's girl now and none of these bastards can step to you without dying. You belong to the club now." Trevor answers the question before Rose can. He's looking right at Rose barely blinking.

I don't blame him. Rose is hot. A little taller than me with a very fat ass. She has a tattooed sleeve on her right arm and a nose piercing . Her hair is a brown color, she has it tied up in a cute bun.

Rose cuts back in. "It's fucked up. No man should think he can own a woman. Let alone put a claim on one." Rose goes in.

"What do you mean by own and all that other shit?" I asked while pouring whiskey for Trevor.

"Tommy now says who you talk to, who looks at, where you go-"

Trevor cuts her off. "All of that shit is to protect you." He is getting kinda red.

"Mia he's cut off after that one." Rose shakes her head not even looking at Trevor. She's been ignoring him this whole time. I feel like they have something else going on.

Trevor takes his shot to the head and walks away. "What's going on between you and him?" I am being kinda nosy.

"I'm his ol lady." Rose shrugs and rolls her eyes.

"I would have never guessed that." I laugh to ease the tension.

"Yeah, the Slate brothers have a thing for black girls." She taps my ass and we switch sides of the bar.

I blink. "Thomas and Trevor are brothers?" I would have never thought.

"Yeah girl there's four of em'. Thomas, Timothy, Trevor and Trey. You really are just meeting them huh?"

I nod my head. "Yep, just this morning."

"You're going to have to tell me more about this later." Mia gives me a sly look.

Her and her mother make the same kinda faces and it is kinda cute.

"So y'all live together?" I asked her to Change the subject. She seems like the only person who gives me straight up answers.

"No, we're very complicated." She shrugs again and passes me the coke gun right next to her.

"So you hate it... being an ol lady?" I pass a biker the coke they ordered.

I don't know what to make of it, I mean I did shake hands with the devil and got myself into this situation.

When it comes to free will I expect to have all of it.

Rose smiles at me and drinks from a beer she pulled out of the cooler for herself. "To each is its own. But you'll see. The slate brothers are of a different breed-"

Rose is cut off by commotion coming from the entrance of the clubhouse. My head turns to see what everyone is up and whooping about.

"It's Tom, he's back from a meeting with a neighboring club." Rose fills me in.

Thomas emerges from the crowd with a satisfied look on his face. His usual mug is still on his face, but you can tell he is more calm.  He looks good in a black fitted t and blue jeans that fit him just right. He has on a gold chain and his brown hair is down.

His Ora gives off authority and power over all the other men. It's easy to see they all respect Thomas.

Our eyes meet and I am quick to look away and busy myself with cleaning glasses.

Once I am done with that I start to wipe the bar down.

I pick up a glass I missed when cleaning and almost have a heart attack when I am swung around to meet Thomas's gaze.

His hand is wrapped around my wrist and he is leaned over so I don't have to look as far up at him to see his face.

"Go back to the cabin and change." Thomas orders. His voice is just loud enough that I can hear him over the music. His demeanor is giving off a heated vibe when he'd just seemed okay earlier.

I'm only wearing what Demi picked out for me and I don't see a problem with it. Plus I don't like the way he's coming at me. He couldn't give me a hey or how are you?

I look down at my clothing. They look fine. I look back up at him. "No." Then I go to pull away, but he doesn't budge.

"My office. Now Mia." He commands, his face becoming red. Up close I see he has freckles.

He lets go of my arm. I go to turn back to the bar to ignore his ass when I am tossed into the air. 
Thomas slings me over his shoulder and begins to walk me away from the bar. The shot glass I was holding falls from my hand and hits the ground shattering.

"Put. Me. Down." Everyone watches me be carried away not saying anything. I hit Thomas's back and that earns me a slap on the ass. "You bastard."

Bikers whistle and laugh getting a show out of their leader hauling me out of the room by force.