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Diesel

I've been called a lot of things: motherfucker, asshole, son of a bitch. Most importantly, I've been called loyal. My loyalty lies with the Brothers of Chaos. I will die a devoted member of the club. Nobody can change that. Not even a piece of pussy.

"You walk, don't step foot back inside this club again," I said. “Skittles will tell you the same thing. Club comes first.”

“Thanks for understanding.” Gigi rolled her eyes.

“I’m just sayin’.”

Gigi played with the ends of her shoulder-length blonde hair while she contemplated the pros and cons of the decision she needed to make. I understood her dilemma. My life, even outside the club, wasn't for everyone. We're called one-percenters for a reason, and it’s not because we go caroling at Christmas.

"Daddy," she said to her father.

"Yes?" I asked, smirking.

"You’re not her daddy,” her father said. He’s a funny-looking guy with big ears, a broad snout, a hairline preparing for mutiny, and arms and legs like pencils in a child’s backpack. She obviously got her looks from her mother. I hoped our kids wouldn’t look anything like their grandfather. Yeah, I was that certain.

“I am. You just don’t know it yet.” I took several steps toward the man but stopped when Beast touched my arm. “I'm good, brother. I know what I can and can't do."

"Daddy, I'm going to stay," Gigi said. She swallowed hard and pranced back and forth like she had to pee. I knew it wasn't an easy choice. It never is, especially for anyone becoming an old lady, which is what she would eventually be. Life is full of choices that can send one down the wrong path. Her leaving with the douchebag in the car was certainly the wrong path.

Gigi stood next to me, and knowing her father was watching, I put my hand on her lower back. He lowered his eyes, and I lowered my hand to Gigi's ass. He had money, but I had his daughter's ass in my hand. Charles left the car, and I squeezed Gigi's ass hard enough to make her whimper. Most men didn't know how to handle a good piece of booty. Luckily, I hadn't been in that group since I was sixteen.

"I have friends," Charles said. "Lots of them. All rich. All powerful. If I want to take Gigi, I will." The fear in the man's eyes suggested he knew nobody in power.

"Diesel, it's okay," Gigi said. "I can take care of this. I don't want you in trouble."

"Diesel?" her father asked and let out a belly laugh. "Figures. Sounds like a biker trash name."

"Stop," Beast said when the entire club started toward the man. "You might wanna go ahead and leave while you still can. She's made her choice. I won't stop these brothers again."

"This is a joke, right?" Charles said. He faced Gigi. "You’re not serious about staying with this baboon. What’s he going to give you that I can’t.”

“Ten inches,” I said. Beast tightened his grip on my arm. We both knew what one punch would do to the pussy, calling me a baboon. He was a little man hiding behind perceived power. Men like that fell the easiest. Some men hid behind money. Others hid behind big words. Put either one of those types in front of a biker, and they get crushed.

Gigi’s father put his hand on Charles’ shoulder, holding him back from hurting me. I’d let him hit me once just to see how much of a pussy he was. “Do you have a real name so I know who I’m looking for when I start researching you and this gang? So that when I talk to my attorney, we can skip all the ridiculous returns on the names Diesel and Chaos.”

Beast stepped away. “Do not hit that man, Diesel. Let him ride his arrogance and leave this for another day.”

“Ludwig Usher,” I said. “That’s my real name. Look it up and be afraid. Fear is what will keep you and that little bitch alive.” I nodded at Charles.

Daddy narrowed his eyes. “You have a Boston accent,” he said.

“Are we done getting cozy?” I was growing weary of the conversation. Next, they’d want to hug it out. “It’s time you back that Rolls up and get the fuck off club property.”

“This isn’t over, Ludwig,” Daddy said. He climbed back into the Rolls, followed by Charles. The two men watched us as they pulled away.

“That asshole isn’t going to let this go,” Beast said to me and Gigi. “He brings shit to this club, and we’ll respond likewise.”

Gigi and I remained outside while everyone else went inside. It had been a long night, and everyone needed sleep. Skittles kissed Gigi on the cheek and laid knowing eyes on us. Because of me, Gigi’s father would bring hell to the club.

“Ludwig Usher?” Gigi asked. “What kind of name is that?” She put her arms around me. “You were lying.”

“I wasn’t. It’s my real name.” I lifted her and placed her on the hood of a Ford Mustang. “Your father made the same mistake most people make when they look at someone like me. He sees biker trash. I get that. I beat the fuck out of other men. I kill when I have to. I’m covered in ink, and I ride a bike. I’m a piece of shit to most people.” I gently rested my arms on her shoulders, studying her intrigued eyes. “I joined the club shortly after graduating from Harvard because I was tired of judgemental assholes. I wanted to be my own man and not what society told me I should be.”

“What the fuck? Harvard?” She shook her head, not believing a damn word. “Ludwig Usher?”

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