The Road Reapers: A Biker Romance

Chapter 23 - Red

Blood boiling, Red cast an apologetic glance at Rogue's rigid silhouette. The door fell closed behind her and he glared at the back of Trinity's head. He knew what the scene must have had her thinking, with him in a robe and a barely-dressed skank right in between them. Trinity was now in Standing Bitch Pose staring at Rogue with what Red imagined was a nasty smirk. Rogue spoke first.
"Red, I need to speak with Shannon."
Her eyes moved over Trinity's trashy form and Red's outfit.
"Who the fuck are you?" Trinity snapped.
Red moved to get between the women but Rogue already had a hand around the slut's throat. Her toes were just touching the floor.
Rogue snarled. "I am the President of the Banshees MC." She pulled Trinity towards herself until their faces were almost touching. "Who the fuck are you?"
Trinity gasped. Red dashed to Rogue's side.
"Put her down, babe."
Rogue shook her head tightly. Trinity's eyes were bulging and her face was turning purple.
"Nope. I'll take out the trash for you, love. That's what a good woman does."
Red watched in stunned attraction as she spat in Trinity's face, then, swapping her hold on the girls neck for a fistful of bleach blonde hair, dragged her through the front door and tossed her down the steps with the help of a hard kick.
All Red could do was stand there, eyes wide.
Rogue flexed her hands a few times as she watched Trinity leave the compound. Then she came back inside and stood in front of Red looking oddly calm.
"So," she quipped. His gut dropped. "Are you going to tell me who she is?"
"Her name is Trinity."
"What was she doing here?"
"She was here to see me. You both got here literally at the same time. I don't know what she wanted."
"Bullshit." She crossed her arms.
Red rolled his eyes and ran his hands over his face.
"Look, El. We slept together a few times a while back. It meant nothing. She's just a club slut."
Rogue's gaze softened a fraction.
"You didn't fuck her today?"
Red had been expecting the question but it still felt like a slap to the face.
"No, god no."
He reached to touch her face but she flinched. Before he could draw his hand back she had grabbed it and his other and pressed them to her cheeks.
"I believe you." She whispered.
He kissed her and she wrapped her arms around him, pressing into his chest. Someone made a shuffling noise behind them and Red turned to look.
"Sorry buddy, forgot you were still here."
Biggs' cheeks were pink. He coughed.
"All good. Should I go get Shannon?"
"Please."
Biggs left the room and Red turned back to Rogue.
"What the fuck, El, you're the Prez? Is Andy okay?"
Rogue smiled flatly.
"She's fine, it's just too much stress for her. She said the club needs someone younger and thinks it ought to be me."
Red chuckled.
"I know you can do it. After seeing how you just handled Trinity I have no doubts."
It was Rogue's turn to roll her eyes.
"I'm in an all-female MC, I didn't get where I am by letting bitches fuck with me."
Red kissed her forehead.
"Then why do you feel like you don't fill your rank?"
"I don't know if I'm ready to handle all of it, you know? Being VP was a lot of pressure itself and now I have to handle everything on my own. I have to call all the shots."
"I'm sure Andy will still help you."
"Oh, she's gonna try. But I don't want her to. Something must be wrong or she wouldn't have stepped down. I think it's her heart."
Red's brow furrowed.
"That's not good, girl. She didn't say anything to you?"
She shook her head. Pulling her into him Red tucked her head under his chin and held her for a moment. They were interrupted again when Shannon came in from the hall.
"Red, someone's here to see me?"
"Yeah. Shannon, this is my girl Elodie. El this is Michael Shannon, President of the Road Reapers." Turning more towards Shannon he said, "She was just voted in as President of the Banshees today."
The two Presidents shook hands. Shannon nodded to Rogue.
"Congratulations, Elodie."
"Thank you," she smiled politely at him. "I'd like to speak with you in regards to the attacks on our clubs."
Shannon regarded her discerningly, sizing her up. He nodded at Red.
"Nest in fifteen. I have laundry to switch over."
Red nodded and patted his friend on the shoulder. Shannon returned to his room down the hall. 
"Should I wait to shower?" He grinned devilishly at Rogue. She raised an eyebrow at him.
"Only if I'm invited."
Red laughed. "Invitation's always open for you, babe. I should put clothes on now then." He put his hands on her waist, wild hunger in his eyes. "I could take you right here, if you wanted." His voice was low and husky.
Rogue's eyelids lowered and he could see a smoulder in her gaze, like glowing coals. It only added to his desire.
"I do want it," she breathed, then pulled back. "But fifteen minutes isn't nearly long enough." She winked.
He smiled and kissed her.
"I'll put something on then. But the second we're done with Shannon you're mine."