With her long golden hair and killer bod, she could easily make money on a pole. Even with the slight droop to her left eye. All the women had baggage in the MC, some physical, most mental. Roadkill wasn’t an exception, but with a nursing degree under her belt, she worked side by side with Red their Prez in the clinic. With just the right gentle to rough touch needed around the club. Reading the patient or person in front of her to be exactly what they needed. A perfect skill for a stripper, adding to her skills being wasted over at the clinic.
“No, they just mentioned you were off and hadn’t done up this month’s schedule. Wondered what was going on with you?” Roadkill put her arm around Topaz’s shoulder and led her a table. “Sit down.” She pointed to a chair.
Topaz sat with Roadkill across from her. “What is going on with you?” Roadkill asked her. “I haven’t seen you for a while. Ever since the New Mexico charter went home, you’ve been MIA.”
“Just working,” she replied.
“You know Dell is sneaking back up here to surprise Dreamer,” Roadkill explained. “Not the whole MC this time, just her and Steel.”
“That’s nice.” Topaz absently fiddled with the sugar and creamer packets to get them lined up in the little container.
“When you first came up from New Mexico, I didn’t know what to think,” Roadkill said. “And well, when Dell and Roxy explained my role, I wanted to lock myself in my room. But then they told me about you. How much you meant to them and how important you were.”
“Me?” Topaz scrunched her face a bit.
“Yep, if Sal wasn’t in the club, you would have been who they trusted to handle shit.”
Roadkill reached across the table and held Topaz’s hand. “You had a great place there, friends, I get it. But it was a place. Here, you’re part of the fabric and I’m not sure what I would do without you here.”
“Wait? You think I want to leave?” Topaz asked.
“You’ve been pulling away.”
“I’ve been down in the dumps lately. Kind of depressed. I thought maybe it might be time for a change.” Topaz didn’t want to tell Roadkill too much, she’d wanted to leave, but not because she didn’t feel like a part of the club. She would never want to insult her in that way.
“What kind of change?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, until you figure it out snap out of it. We need you on the top of your game. These women will run over the top of you.”
It wasn’t a lie, Roadkill had put more than one woman back in her place with the club, but Topaz was far from being misconstrued. Thankful she’d never had to reach out to Roadkill to get backup when a girl stepped out of line. In fact, she intended to have a little facetime with the bitches who went to Roadkill once she’d left for the day. Topaz may have the face of an angel according to her clients, but she was a fallen angel which meant she didn’t suffer fools. “No, they won’t. I’ve been doing my job just fell behind on a few things because Freaky and Dreamer don’t believe in long engagements. I finished it all this morning. I do need to find a few more women to dance though. Should I send out feelers?”
“Sure, why not. Put an ad up that were looking, talk to Freaky he got subs while we were at the bachelorette party. I’ll call Dell and see if she has any girls wanting to do a change.” Roadkill glanced down at her watch.
“Have to be somewhere?” Topaz pointed.
“Yeah, back to the clinic. I’m on my lunch break.”
“Let me go and make you a sandwich.” Topaz got up and walked toward the kitchen.
Roadkill followed. “I’m coming too, this conversation isn’t done yet.”
“Really? I thought we settled it. I’m getting my shit done, more people need to elope and that’s about it.” Topaz’s voice stayed monotone as she washed her hands, the fact she said she’d been a little depressed was an overshare she worried was coming back on her.
Looking over at Roadkill, Topaz could tell she was irritated, but the woman remained calm even when someone defied her. A trait they shared and made it hard to spar with her. She didn’t feel like she had said anything out of bounds to the President of the MC’s wife, but that didn’t mean Roadkill would tolerate insubordination.
“I’m sorry. Was there anything else that I forgot to do?”
“No. But Topaz something isn’t right. I want you to call Dr. Olson.” Roadkill reached into her jean pocket and pulled out a business card. “Here’s the number. Before you do anything else today, call her and set up at least two sessions. You need to talk to someone. She’s a really good listener.”
“Seriously? The shrink? You keep her card on hand?” Topaz went through the prep station to make Roadkill a club sandwich as Manny, one of their prep cooks, ducked in the walk-in freezer to avoid the women. “I’m good, really.”
“And yet…” Roadkill’s hand didn’t drop.
“Do I really have to?” Topaz asked with a sigh and took the card, tucking in her pocket, before Roadkill forced it on her. “I hate talking about my feelings and all that.” Bringing shit up hadn’t really been a good look for her over the years. Instead, stuff away, maybe work out frustrations in the makeshift gym the women used to keep shit tight.
“Yes and I want you to do it today. If I talk to Doc and she hasn’t heard from you, I’ll be back here.” Roadkill’s eyebrow raised as Topaz slipped the sandwich in a to-go box. “Do you want me to come back
