"So you lived here?" I question Ella as I give her a glass of water.
Her tiny head of curls nods, "yeah, few years back. Me and Beast lived here for three years, the first two we lived with Lethal and Luna but then they left," she pauses to take a drink, "then it was just Beast, Joey, Jr, Ari and me here," she looks around the living room.
"Oh," I mumble and look around.
Since I've only been here three days I've yet to decorate anything. With little money, I bought essentials, shower curtain, sheets, food and toiletries.
Although the house came with beds in each room and a dinning table with couches, it still needs to be made into a home, somewhere i can live.
"Yeah, my brothers owned it first. They moved when four went to New Mexico and the other two moved into the clubhouse," she explains further.
I just nod and smile not having much of anything to say.
"Rage has been asking about you," she suddenly says making my head snap up and look at her in surprise.
"Really?"
She eagerly nods and scoots closer to me, "I think he likes you."
Laughing I shake my head, "No way, he doesn't like me."
Her eyes shine with mischief, "yes he does, I know the signs when one of those men finds someone they want."
Leaning in, "oh yeah? And what are they?" I ask, teasing.
"Well for one, he does things for you he doesn't normally do for anyone else. Rage didn't kill you when you woke him up and he protected you from Lucky and beat the fuck out of Lucky," she says holding up one finger, "two, he helped you get a job, I've never seen him help anyone do anything," then she holds up her third finger, "and, he gave up his shirt for you to wear."
"What do you mean gave me his shirt? Jojo just gave me a shirt," I tell her confused.
"You didn't deny any of it!" She squills like a teenager, "and yes I know that but, each of our shirts belongs to a rider, Beast gives me his, Jojo gets Raid's and Bee gets Hornet's. At church yesterday before work, Beast said Rage was pissed when Riker was going to volunteer his shirts for you and Rage sstromed from the room and came back with like ten of his shirts," she explains.
My mouth drops into the 'o' shape as my eyes go wide, "that's... extreme," I whisper.
"The biker way darling," she says and her eyes twinkle.
"What's church?"
"Like a meeting is the best way you describe it, girls and nonmemebers are not allowed to be there only on special occasions like when I was thrown out of my house I got to go to church to explain what happened but other then that never allowed. Its for the boys to plan out rides and other shit like that," she says and then takes another drink.
I nod as my understanding and then look at the time, "oh its almost nine, we should probably get to the bar," I say and bite my lip.
"You go ahead, I'm going home I'm taking the kids tonight," she says standing.
I nod and give her a short hug and run up to my room. I change into shorts and grab a yellow shirt like yesterday's from the pile I was given by Ella. I tuck it in tonight not wanting to show off so much skin. I braid the front parts of my hair and put it up into a ponytail and then pull pieces out to frame my face. Once I'm done I grab my bag and throw my phone, chaptstick and wallet into it and walk back downstairs. Ella has already left so I leave and lock up and walk down to the gate.
The guard, who from his vest thing is named 'Killer' smiles and opens the gate for me, "how ya doin' sweety?" He asks, a goofy grin gracing his face.
"Just fine, yourself?" I ask giving him a smile back.
"Fine as well, I'll see you in there," he points to the bar.
I nod and turn on my heel and walk into the already bustling bar. Jojo runs past me, "get a tray and start moving them pretty legs of yours!"
I laugh and run to the back, I put away my bag and run back to the bar and grab a tray from the stack and make my way to a table, "Hi I'm Honey, what can I get you fellows?"
"Four beers, three whiskeys and we need to see Rage," the biggest man in the middle growls.
"I don't know where Rage is but I'll happily get your drinks," I tell him nervously.
I think I set him off because one moment he's calm and then next, he's slamming his first into the table and leaning over, "get me Rage or we'll have some fun tonight," he growls in my face.
I nod and turn and run over to the bar, "Four beers and three whiskeys and where is Rage?" I ask Mrs. H.
"Here ya go, and who needs Rage?" She asks leaning over the bar.
I turn and point to the men, all of them looking at us. She sighs and nods, "tell them he isn't here right now, he's on a ride."
"That the truth or?"
She nods and waves me off so she can serve someone else.
"Guess that's what I'm going to do, you can do it Honey," I mumble to myself and walk over to the table.
I set down the drinks and take a deep breath, "Rage is on a ride tonight, so he isn't here."
The man nods looking somewhat satisfied. I turn and start serving other people, but no matter what I do I can feel that mans eyes on the back of my head, burning a hole through my skull to try and read my thoughts.
Soon, midnight comes and its time for me to leave and some new girls to take over. I set down my tray and take a seat at the bar, "whatcha want Honey?" Jojo asks as she walks over cleaning a shot glass.
"Water, please," I beg.
She laughs and grabs a new bottle from under the counter and slides it over to me. I gratefully open it and drink half of it at once. Once I'm done I take a deep breath and lean back against the seat, "so how ya liking the job?"
I shrug, "pays money and tips are great but I'm not down with being up this late every night." I tell Bee as she sits next to me.
She nods, "I understand. I've worked here for two years and still have no idea how some of these girls work the whole night shift. Its insane."
"How long is that whole night?"
"From seven to five or six a.m," she says like its nothing.
I choke on my water and cough, "jesus. Who the hell works that?"
"Jojo and Ella do it all the time, so do some of the younger girls."
"That's crazy," I wheeze still recovering from my coughing fit.
She nods and pushes away from the bar, "I better get going and so should you, or Jojo might put you back on the floor," she teases.
Laughing I stand and walk to the back and get my bag. I walk through the bar waving goodbye to the girls and guys and get to the gate. Raid opens it up telling me bye and giving me a small hug. I return the smile and hug and walk to the house.
I unlock the door, making sure to lock it behind me and go straight for a shower. I grab a black very oversized version of the shirt I use for work to wear to sleep and a pair of spandex shorts. I take a quick shower and not so gracefully fall onto the bed, the moment my head hits the pillows I'm out for the count. Well until two in the morning when a banging from downstairs wakes me up.
Groaning I turn in bed and grab a pair of fluffy socks and slip them on. "Who the fuck is here?" "Why the hell has someone woken me up?" "What fucking time is it?" I mutter angrily to myself as I walk to the door.
"I'm coming!" I yell to whoever is banging on the door. I rench open the door to see a very angry and bloody looking Rage.
"I- uhh Rage?" I stumble over my words as I look him over. In the darkness, there isn't much I can see except blood.
He growls and shoves his way inside, "alrighty then." I mumble and follow him.
He walks to the couch and falls down, I flip the light on and can see that Rage has several cuts all over his face. His right eye already beginning to bruise and his fist are covered in blood, probably not his.
"Uhh should I call someone or.." I trail off looking to Rage for some sort of explanation.
"No," he growls.
Shuffling from foot to foot, "okay I, uhh think that there's a first-aid-kit in the kitchen, I'll be right back," I mumble before looking down and running off.
As I shove things around under the kitchen sink I think about why he came here, of all places. Maybe his bike isn't working, I scoff at that thought, even knowing these men for a few days I know they love their bikes more then anything. Maybe he wanted to see me, I blush at that one. Finally I see the red handle of the kit and pull it out walking into the room I find myself mumbling, "don't want to die tonight so just be sweet like honey, Honey."
I hear him chuckle a little and I blush at being caught talking to myself, "found it." I mumble feeling proud of myself.
He nods and sits up groaning and clutching his ribs, "thanks for the help Honeydew," he grunts.
I blush a little at his nickname, "Yup, no problem," I mutter and walk over to him, "okay uh can you take off the vest thingy and your shirt," I ask and blush even more from the thought of seeing him half naked.
"Trynna get me undressed already?" He teases as he shrugs out of the vest.
I shake my head and blush even more as she laughs. Once the shirt is off, I can see the cuts better none are deep enough to need stitches so a good cleaning should do.
"This will probably burn," I warn him before I press the cotton ball soaked with alcohol onto one of the cuts, he doesn't even flinch, "alrighty macho man."
"I've had worse then superficial cuts Honeydew," he mumbles covering his eyes with his arm.
"Ookay, so what happened?"
"Me and Lucky, that's what happened," he mutters, "stupid cock sucking son of a bitch."
My eyes widen at his words, "I'm going to assume you two fought and he pulled a knife of some sort?"
He nods, "I was fighting him for what he did to you," he explains further.
"Oh, thank you," I whisper cleaning the cuts closer to his chest.
The tattoos he has all over his body are beautiful. His chest has a rose blossoming from a dead bush and then two dates on his right breast muscle. Then on the other side, he has a skull with 'Rage' tattooed underneath, "what are these two dates?" I quietly ask tracing the numbers with my finger.
He growls a little causing me to take my hand away, "the day I was born and the day Rage was born."
"Oh."
"Bad things happen to the best of us Honey, and sometimes we turn into bad people. Are you scared of me?" He suddenly asks.
I snap my head up and meet his eyes, they instantly take my breath away, shaking my head, "no, no I'm not scared of you," I mumble still fixated on his eyes.
He squints and searches my face, "good because I happen to like you, and you being scared of me would not be a very good thing," he growls leaning in closer.
I can only nod as he seems to get even closer, "so beautiful," he mumbles as he places his hand on my cheek and runs his thumb over my lips, "fuck it," he growls and leans in connecting out lips.
Gasping in shock, he shoves his tongue into my mouth letting out a growl. Soon enough, we're in a full blown makeout session, his wounds forgotten on both ends.
His lips are so soft and move like an expert over my own, his kiss lights up my body, makes me feel like I'm home. Makes me feel safe and wanted. He wraps one arm around my hips and lifts me up off the coffee table and drops me down onto his lap and let out a satisfied growl and pulls me, leaving us both panting and his lips slightly swollen.
"Sweet, just like fucking honey," he growls swiping my lips again.
Blushing I turn away, "Rage.." I trail off looking for the right words to explain how I feel, "this. I can't, not right now."
"What the fuck do you mean? You pregnant or something?" He growls getting angry at my words.
Rage's P.O.V
"No. No, I'm not pregnant." She whispers, fear evident in her voice.
"Okay, so then why can't you do this?" I growl, trying to calm myself down.
"Too fast. I just got out of a pretty bad relationship type of thing. I left England because of it, and I just don't think I'm ready, at least not yet," she explains.
Sighing I nod, "its okay. I understand, just know I'll be waiting for you."
She blushes and nods, "okay but I should um clean that cut on your cheek."
I nod and turn to the side, she crawls from my lap and gets on her knees next to me on the couch and gently cleans away the dried blood and the cut itself. Then she moves onto my hands, "do your hands hurt?" She questions quietly still staring at my hands.
"No, why?"
"My hands would be killing me if they looked like this," she giggles and holds my hand up to me. The whole hand is bruised, but my knuckles are almost black and then cuts are all over.
I shrug and laugh at her, "its cause your weak, I'm strong."
She gasps and laughs harder, "I'm," punch, "no,." Another punch, "weak," One more punch and what seems to be a growl.
"Didn't even feel them little punches Honeydew," I explain.
"Rude," she mumbles and crosses her arms over her chest and pouts her pretty little soft lips.
What I'd give to kiss her again I think to myself and let out a growl causing her head to lift and her eyes to look at me, "you okay to go home?"
I nod, "always Honeydew, I'll see ya tomorrow."
"Yeah, see you," she mumbles, "lock the door for me will you," she quietly asks again.
"Course, bye Honeydew," I call again before leaving the room.
She nods and sniffles, "bye Rage," she says barely above a whisper.
As I leave, the only thought in my head is figuring out who the fuck hurt her and what the fuck they did.
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Bop, chapter 2 done! ✔ I hope everyone is enjoying Honey's story. Okay, until next time
- love rose 🌹