Page 14 of Rage’s Rose

“Will you be introducing me to this guy you are seeing?”

“Um, I am not seeing anyone. So no.”

“Really, so the man that keeps leaving your house in the mornings wearing a biker cut is not someone you are seeing.”

“DADDY! You promised you would not be spying on me while I was away at college. Who the hell do you have following me?”

“I’ve been minding my own business, but you have been different the last few months and I wanted to know why. You have been very tight lipped.”

“You didn’t answer my question, who is here?”

“No one. I have other ways of finding out information and before you jump to any conclusions, no it is not your friends.”

“It's Finn isn’t it?”

The silence that follows tells me all I need to know.

“Doesn’t he have other shit to worry about? Why is he in my business and why did you drag him into it? He should be worrying about the family business. Plus he’s in fucking Maine. Why the hell is he worried about what is happening here in Richmond. You walked away from all that anyway. So why did you go to him?”

“Finn is my nephew, I can ask him for favors. I don’t have to be in the family business to ask my nephew to look into things for me. Besides, I am family no matter what line of work I choose. I made a life for us in Texas and I love that, ranching is amazing. Plus all the other businesses, keeping things legal and clean. But if you must know I did not reach out to him, he reached out to me when he discovered who you have been spending time with.”

“How would he know who I am spending time with?”

“That is not for me to tell, but Devil’s Chaos and our family has a history. Their chapter in Ashford is in business with your uncle.”

I know I am not going to get any more information about what that means. So I drop the subject and we talk about home. I ask him about how the ranch is doing and how everyone is doing. Then we talk about when they will be here in two months and how excited we are to see each other before I tell him I have to go to the library to study.

Making my way out of my apartment and on to the street where I normally walk towards campus I get this feeling of someone watching me. I look over my shoulder and I don’t see anyone, but the hairs on my neck are sticking up. I pick up my phone and call the one person I know will make me feel safe.

“Hey baby. What’s up?”

“I’m walking to the library.” I look over my shoulder again, “I kind of feel like I’m being followed. I didn’t know who to call, but I wanted to have someone on the phone with me in case something happened.”

“What the fuck Rose? Do you see anyone?”

“No I haven’t seen anyone, but you know when you have a real bad feeling? I’m having that and all the hairs on my arms and neck are standing up.”

“Do you want me to come get you? You can come study here. Does that sound good?”

I actually like that idea and am very surprised that he offered it.

“Are you at the clubhouse?”

“Yeah, right now I’m just hanging out with the guys. I have a meeting with Bulldog later. I think maybe if you want me to come get you, I can bring you to my house. That way no one will bug you. I know the bunnies have been bugging you when you are here.”

“Yeah, I think I’d like that.”

“Alright, give me a few. But go somewhere with other people if you can. If someone is following you they won’t be able to get at you. Pin me your location.”

With that I hang up the phone and turn into the coffeehouse that I am standing by.

Chapter Seven

Rage

What in the world was I thinking, I never have women over to my house ever. Not to mention it’s really not where I want it to be before I have visitors. It’s like I couldn’t stop myself from suggesting it when she was telling me she thought she was being followed. I felt a very huge need to protect her. There are so many conflicting emotions happening when it comes to her. She makes me feel in ways that make me uncomfortable.

I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me, I’ve tried to go fuck other women especially when I’m at the clubhouse and it’s like my fucking dick is broken. No matter how much I try none of these bitches turn me the fuck on. My dick only gets hard for one woman. I hate that feeling. I absolutely hate that I feel like she has this control over me. There is just something about the way she makes me feel that makes me not want to let go of this. Which is confusing as fuck.