Moose was all smiles the rest of the day. Though they had parted long enough to get showers, they were back together to eat breakfast. He hated that he would have to leave her for a while today, but she had told him she had some plans of her own. Borrowing a laptop from one of the other girls, she intended to do some research into finding a job locally. Moose was opposed. It wasn’t safe for someone from the pack to be out and about in town alone, which working might require she do, but she reminded him that she wasn’t a member of the pack and still intended to get her own place in town once she had sufficient income.
One part of him felt a little hurt that she didn’t want to just stay at the club with him, but another understood why she wouldn’t and was just glad she had decided not to leave. It was something he, himself, would like to do if things were different. As much as he loved his pack, having to stay in the clubhouse rather than out on his own wasn’t ideal. He did it for the same reason some of the others did. There was safety in numbers and no one wanted to be too far from the pack if anything happened.
While she was busy, he tied himself up trying to figure out who the mystery woman was. He wasn’t having much luck until he walked into the kitchen where some of the women were taking their turn at clean up. One of them, a woman named Harley, was wearing a thin white tee shirt and had managed to get it a bit wet. Through the material, he could see a spot that appeared to be darker than her skin.
“Harley, can I see you alone for a few minutes?” he asked.
“I got more than a few minutes if you want,” she said suggestively, sending the other women into a fit of laughter.
Moose didn’t respond, instead giving them a dirty look as he opened the door and let her pass by to the outer lobby. It was full, and he didn’t want to make a spectacle of things.
“Come with me,” he told her.
“Gladly, darlin’,” she replied.
Moose opened the door to his room and motioned her in. She looked like the cat that ate the canary, but only because she had no idea what he had brought her in here for. She leaned provocatively against his desk as he shut the door, her legs open slightly to reveal that there wasn’t much material between her pussy and her almost non-existent skirt.
“Do you have a tattoo on your breast?” he asked, not wanting to waste any time in getting her in and out of his private quarters.
“I certainly do. You been looking at my tits, big boy?” she replied.
“Just answer the question,” he replied.
“I’ll do better than that. I’ll show you.”
Reaching down, she pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor, lowering her other hand downward to finger herself beneath her skirt. She smirked at him as he looked down at the floor.
“Aww, shy? I can fuck that right out of you. I bet a guy your size has a nice, fat cock,” she said, taking a step toward him, and pushing her considerably large breasts into his chest.
Moose pushed her back and grabbed her tit, raising it slightly to get a better look at the tattoo beneath it. The snake seemed to slither from under one breast to under the other and then poke it’s head out the side. It was exactly what he had seen on the video. He was quickly angry, but it was short lived, replaced by dismay as he heard the door open and a loud gasp.
“You bastard!” Ali barked at him before slamming the door.
“Oh, someone doesn’t like to share. Too bad. Are we gonna fuck or what?” Harley asked.
“Not,” Moose said, pushing past her and out the door. He followed the sound of Ali’s footsteps, but she was already locked in her room.
“Go away,” she yelled at him through the door.
“Ali, this is not what it looked like,” he told her.
“Just leave me alone,” she replied.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
He went back to his room to remove Harley, but she was already gone. He would deal with Ali when she cooled down and he could talk to her. Right now, he had to let Aspen know about Harley before she figured out why they might be looking at her tattoo. He made his way down to Aspen’s room and told him he had found out who their rat was.
“Alright, let’s get this out of the way then,” Aspen told him, motioning for him to follow.
It didn’t seem that Harley had caught on at all. She was right back in the kitchen chatting with the other women when they walked in. She turned to see them, her lips curling up into a sickening smile.
“Get rid of your little girlfriend so we can get back to our unfinished business?” she said, cupping her breasts brazenly.
“Stop acting like a whore, Harley,” Aspen barked at her.
Her hands dropped, and her gaze shifted toward Aspen, the smile now replaced by a genuine look of hurt. Then her brows furrowed together in an angry bundle that made her look like the hag that lived beneath her bombshell exterior.
“That wasn’t very nice,” she muttered.
“You know what else isn’t nice? Having to ask the decent women in this club impolite questions about their bodies in order to identify which of them is the whore I had to watch fucking a Dire Wolf on the video his wife gave us. That isn’t nice at all.”
Her eyes grew wide as she realized why he had wanted to see the tattoo. There was a hint of fear and then defiance again.
“I can fuck whoever I want to fuck,” she spat back.
“True. What you cannot do is live under this roof and associate with our club when you are feeding information to the Dire Wolves.”
“You act like you are so good! You killed him! You killed all of them!”
“We killed them because they attacked us on the road. You called and told them we were rolling so they could attack us. My daughter was in labor with only the second baby to be born into this clan in the last fifty years. You’ve been telling your little boy toy whatever he wanted to know while you were over there riding and sucking your way into what? What exactly was in this for you?”
“I love him. He was going to leave his ugly old wife for me. I’m younger. I’m hotter.”
The other women had shrunk away from her, horrified by what they were hearing. She still stood with her head held high, just as stubborn as ever.
“We took you in when you had nowhere to go, Harley. We ignored your bad behavior even when some of the other women here complained that you kept making moves on their mates. We protected you. How do you justify selling us out?”
“I . . . I didn’t feel wanted here. I deserve to be wanted like everyone else,” she stuttered.
“Get out of this clubhouse, Harley. I’ll have one of the guys take you wherever you want to go, but I’ll be keeping an eye on you. If I hear you’ve been talking any shit about this club or anyone in it, I mean even to just say you don’t care for us, I will personally end you. Do you understand? You have one chance to fuck off and keep your mouth shut. Don’t make me regret giving you that chance,” Aspen yelled at her.
He was furious. Nothing got under Aspen’s skin like disloyalty. He could forgive a lot of things, but that was a deal breaker for him. It was pretty well known by everyone that had ever been near him. Even Harley seemed to be aware of it as she ran past him from the kitchen. He was out the door behind her as she attempted to go to her room for her things. Everyone in the lobby stopped what they were doing as his voice roared through the building.
“NOOO!”
She stopped in her tracks, cowering now. She didn’t move as she waited to hear what he would say next.
“You don’t get to keep anything that was given to you by this club. You came to this club with nothing but the clothes on your back and you are leaving the same way. Be glad you’re still breathing. Now, get the fuck out!” he barked. Turning toward the room, he found one of the oldest men there, a pensioner named Hank who she would have no chance of conning. “Hank, take my car and get this piece of shit as far away from my sight as possible. I don’t care where she wants to go. Just take her there and leave her.”
“But Aspen, how will I get by? I don’t have any money or anything,” she dared to plead.
“Not my problem. You, however, are going to have some major problems if you don’t get out of here in the next ten seconds.”
Harley ran for the front door, knowing she had pushed her limits to the max. Hank shuffled over to Aspen and took his keys, following her out the door. Everyone was frozen in place, still looking at Aspen expectantly.
“I’m sorry for the outburst, people. For those of you who don’t understand, Harley has been in the bed with the Dire Wolves for months now, telling her married lover whatever he wanted to know about us. It is important that we know the consequences of choices like hers. If she weren’t a woman, she’d not be walking out of here of her own accord.”
Without another word, he left the room, walking down the hallway toward his private living quarters. Now that Aspen’s anger was passed, Moose would have to go face Ali again and try to explain what she saw in his room earlier. It wouldn’t be easy. Walking down the hall, he had a sinking feeling. Her door was open and her pack was gone. She was gone. His stomach began to tie itself in knots.
“Anyone see Ali leave?” he asked the people still gathered in the lobby, most of them whispering among themselves.
“Yeah, man. A cab picked her up about ten minutes ago,” Carter replied.
“To go where?” he asked.
“No idea. I just heard her on the house phone there calling them.”
“Fucking great,” he said, storming off.