Page 6 of Bombshell

The sight of Presley struck fear in any sane man who knew the family—or at least who they were. In the South, there were few people who didn’t know and respect the family and their power. The Southern Mafia was no fucking joke. They killed without flinching. Their relations with the government went all the way to the White House. If one of them was sent for you, it was bad. If it was Presley, then they wanted you dead. Canyon knew that. I’d made my point.

But then he had made his too.

Snarling in disgust, I pulled into the gates surrounding the club, also known as The Sanctuary. I was the vice president of The Judgment MC. The only one I answered to was Liam Walsh, the president. He wasn’t here though. He rarely was these days. He spent most of his time north of here, near his daughter and grandson. They were the reason we had the power of the family on our side.

Liam’s daughter had married Blaise Hughes, the current boss of the Southern Mafia. For a man who was also known as the Devil, he would move heaven and earth for his wife and son. The connection had made The Judgment the most feared and respected MC in the South.

I cut the engine once I was parked and got off my bike. I had shit to figure out, but first, I needed to hand Dolly off to someone. It wasn’t like I had time to deal with her. She appeared to have more sass to her than I remembered, and listening to a woman bitch right now wasn’t on my agenda. First, I had Dylan—a stripper at one of the five adult clubs The Judgment owned—waiting in my room to suck my dick and get the edge off. I’d call Liam after that. He would have to approve me sending more protection over to cover Pepper until this was handled with Canyon.

Tex pulled up beside me with Dolly pressed against his back. Her face was pale, eyes wide, and her lips looked fuller than normal, as if she’d been biting that lower lip of hers, making it appear swollen. Her long, dark hair was a tangled mess. I scowled, realizing Tex hadn’t put a helmet on her. If Pepper found out about that, I’d get a tongue-lashing.

When he was parked, he smirked and held out a hand. “Take my hand, darling. Your legs are gonna be a touch wobbly. Don’t want you falling off my bike.”

If looks could kill, the one Dolly shot me would be lethal. She placed her hand in Tex’s, but didn’t stop glaring at me, as if she was planning on balling up that dainty hand of hers and planting it in my face the moment she was on solid ground. I wondered if I would even feel it. I’d forgotten how petite she was. Those heels of hers gave her some height, but the girl hadn’t gotten any taller since the last time I had seen her.

“I’m calling Pepper to come get me,” she threatened. “I want to go home, Micah Abe. HOME. Do you hear me?” Her voice got louder with each word.

I flicked a glance at Tex, who was grinning like a damn fool. She made a sight, standing there with her hands on her hips and fire in her eyes. Even though she was wearing fuck-me heels, she still had to tilt her head back to look up at me. What was she, like five-two? I liked my women tall with legs for days, but I would be lying if I said Dolly’s curvy little body wasn’t sexy as hell. Not that I would go there. Ever.

“Tell her I said hi,” I replied, then looked past her to Tex, who had gotten off his bike. “Take her to Nina. I need to take the edge off, then call Pres.”

Tex nodded. “All right,” he replied.

“I am not going inside that…that…place!” Dolly informed me. “I want to go home.”

Sighing, I turned my attention back to Dolly. “You can’t go home. Canyon knows where that is. You’re not safe there anymore, Tink. He thinks you set him up. Which is fucking comical, but he’s never been a smart man. Now, take your little fired-up ass inside and go be a good girl while I figure out what to do with you.” Which wasn’t the truth, but what was I going to tell her? She didn’t need to know that he had used her.

Her eyes narrowed, and the gold flecks in the amber color looked as if they had caught on fire. “What did you just call me?” she demanded.

“Tink,” I replied, amused with this new side of shy little Dolly Dixon. It was spunky, and I hadn’t expected that from her. “As in Tinker Bell.”

Her eyes flared, and she straightened her shoulders, as if that would make her taller. It was cute. “Is that a jab at my height?”

I let my eyes travel down her body slowly before lifting them back to meet her eyes. “Well, you’re not blonde, blue-eyed with a little green tutu on.”

Her hands fell from her hips and balled at her sides.

“All right, sugar,” Tex interrupted. “Let’s get you inside. Nina will have something good to eat, and she’s real nice. You’ll like her. I swear it.”

Dolly barely acknowledged his words as she kept her gaze locked on me. “I’m not hungry, and I don’t want to go inside. Call Pepper now, or I’m going to.”

She took a deep breath, and I tried real damn hard not to let my eyes drop back to her tits, but I failed. She’d not only gotten some sass about her, but Dolly had grown a rack. That tiny little body might lack length in her legs, but, damn, she had all the right curves. She was a compact little bombshell. Just like every porn cartoon version of Tinker Bell I’d ever come across on the internet. Not that I searched that specifically, but I was thinking I might need to do it later.

Reaching for her purse, she was distracted by her attempt at being threatening, and I snatched it from her hands, then tossed it over to Country, who had been standing behind her, watching the entire thing with an amused grin on his face. He caught it and raised his eyebrows at me in question.

Dolly spun around to see what I’d done with it, giving me a clear view of her juicy, round ass. Yeah, I needed my cock in a willing mouth now. I was too damn horny to deal with my little sister’s best friend.

“What are you doing?” she demanded.

“Making sure you don’t call Pep until I do. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to unload in a hot, willing mouth.”

I strode to the door, opening it up and ignoring Dolly’s outraged shout. With a grin, I headed for the stairs. The guys could handle her until I was ready to deal with her.

Climbing the steps two at a time, I could smell the scent of Dylan’s perfume. She overdid it with the stuff, but her mouth was like a fucking vacuum from heaven that sucked you dry. I could overlook the other stuff. Even her clinginess. When she got too clingy or acted jealous, I always shut her out until she got over it. I didn’t want one woman. I wanted a fucking lineup, an array of choices that came with no strings or commitment.

Only once, when I had been young and stupid, had I loved a girl. I’d almost made the mistake again and fallen in love with a woman who had saved us both by being smart enough to end things. I wouldn’t give a female that power. Besides, having them all there laid out for the taking, a different flavor every time, it didn’t get much better than that. My life was good just the way it was.

When I had the club’s money back from Canyon, then it would be right near perfect. Liam would hand over the control of our biggest club, River Styx, to me. I had plans to make it the best in the southeast.

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