[Ravage MC 03.75] - Rattle Me by Ryan Michele

job in and of itself. I rub my stomach happily. “How are things with Blaze?”
    “Really fucking good.” He smiles his handsome smile. I’m so damn happy those two got together. “Thought you had the day off today?” Damn men are always keeping tabs on me.
    “Was, needed to get out of the house.” He seems a bit off, but I don’t think much of it. Lately, all the guys dote on me in some way, shape, or form, which is so not like them.
    “All right. I’ll see ya in a bit.” His eyes dart over to the club doors, but I don’t see whatever he’s looking at. I look at the bikes, seeing GT’s there.
    “Is GT here?”
    “Yeah, he’s in a meeting.”
    I shrug, there’s nothing new about that. “All right, I’m gonna get to work.”
    “I’ll see ya in a bit.” I move over to the garage and after hellos and explanations of why I’m there, I get to work. The stack of papers on Ma’s desk will keep me busy most of the afternoon.
    Needing some fresh air, I step out of the office and walk over to the side of the building. There’s a nice bench there where Ma and I sit to chat sometimes. The clubhouse door slams loudly, and I glance that direction.
    A beautiful brunette wearing shorts barely covering her finely- shaped ass and a top that leaves little to the imagination of her perky tits, steps out of the clubhouse. GT’s on her heels. He wraps his arms around her and kisses the top of her head; the smile on the woman’s face is huge.
    Tug sprints up to them, blocking my view, and the woman steps back as GT looks over Tug’s shoulder, eyes wide. My heart falls to the floor and suddenly the breakfast I had this morning wants to make a reappearance. I turn, rushing to the bathroom, locking the door, just in time to puke my guts out in the toilet. The porcelain is cold under my hands, thank goodness my hair is up in a bun or it would be covered in puke.
    I heave over and over again, this time nothing coming up but bile that burns my throat. My eyes water, but it’s not just from retching. I should have known something was up, should have read Tug better.
    Banging on the door, GT yells, “Open the fucking door, Casey!”
    He uses my real name so I know he’s pissed. I shake my head as if he can see me. Looking down at the mostly male-used toilet, I flush it and quickly stand, then wash my hands profusely.
    “Open it now!” He bangs hard, the door cracking a bit under the pressure.
    “Hang on.” I splash water on my face and inside my mouth, spitting several times. I check myself in the mirror and the haunted look in my eyes even freaks me out. I splash more water, grabbing paper towels and wiping my face. Thoughts of the whore that cleaned GT’s room flash through my head and the heartache that happened with Mia invades me. My hands begin to shake and I choke back tears.
    I will not jump to conclusions. I will let him explain before flying off the handle, but I need some space right now. I need to get away.
    Throwing the paper towels in the trash, the pounding continues as I open the door. GT’s face is etched with anger and the vein in his neck is pulsating. He begins to talk, but I hold up my hand.
    “I know there is an explanation for it but I need a break. I’m going home and getting in the bathtub to calm down. When your day is over, come home and talk to me.” His eyes bore daggers into mine and my gut aches.
    “What the hell are you doing here?” he growls as if this is my fault.
    What the hell? I wasn’t the one kissing some woman outside the clubhouse when you thought I wouldn’t be around.
    “Working. You ?” I clip and move to walk out of the door, which he blocks, making me stop. Damn man.
    “You are supposed to be home resting,” he accuses, his arms crossing over his chest in an attempt to intimidate me. He should know by now that shit does not work.
    “I wanted to come to work. I can do that, ya know? Just cause I’m knocked up doesn’t mean I can’t do all the normal things,