Page 14 of The Heir

Twenty minutes later, I was pulling up in front of Daisy and Montana’s house. Well, as close to it as one could get, all things considered. The entire street was flooded with bikes of every kind. Most of them were dark, a few at the back had SteelDisciple logos on the tanks, but I didn’t recognize many of them, until I got closer to the house where the actual club members had parked together.

Most of the backs were sporting patches or tramp stamps. Some of the bottom rockers were flashing Missouri chapters. It seemed Disciples from everywhere had come to see Monty and his ol’ lady off.

A wolf whistle sounded lewdly to my right and I saw someone approaching fast.

“Wrong one, brother.” Demon, my father’s road captain, corrected a brother with long, dark hair and shiny, brown eyes.

“Looks right to me,” the prospect sneered, reaching for my ass.

Demon landed an explosive shove to the man’s chest, sending him sprawling back a few paces.

“Does it? Looks like Makaveli’s oldest daughter to me, brother…” Demon raised his brows and his tone, throwing both arms out in a silent question.

“Oh, man. Ah, shit, girl. Hey— Hey I’m drunk, baby. Never mind me,” the man stammered, before hurrying off.

For a moment, all I could do was hold that grin on my face while the man took his leave.

“You alright, girl?” Demon asked.

It was what they all called me, except Easy.Girl.

“Fine. Truly.” I gave a stiff nod, “You do realize… I’m not a little girl, right? It’s okay if I let a guy play a round of grab ass with me. It’s actually my choice.”

Some women were flattered by their ignorance. I tolerated it most days, but sometimes it just rubbed me wrong. I wasn’t something for them to claim property rights over.

Demon’s eyes widened and he gave an awkward nod, “Y-yeah. Of course, Honey.”

“I’m not your fuckin’ honey.” I snapped.

He took a few steps back and spun on his heel, suddenly finding interest in the conversation going on with the group of men behind him.

“Assholes,” I huffed, storming through the entry crowd.

I walked along the edge of the masses, surveying the people and their chosen circles. My Aunt Trista was speaking animatedly with my stepmother. I groaned, spotting my brother, Mackie hanging out near the grill with a small flock of club ass. They were laughing, and one even deigned to reach for his cut in an effort to draw his wandering eye from the constant crowd watching. We were more alike than we liked to admit at times, even if I wished tonight was one of those nights he’d left early.

Donnie was sharing a joint with Demon’s son, Caleb Moore. He was new to the prospect patch, and so far, everyone liked him. He was always in the mood to party, and rarely caused any drama or friction the way my brother and some of the larger personalities did.

Easy and my father were entertaining a bunch of club members near the porch and people were dancing everywhere.

“Thought you had to work,” A gravelly tone quietly bid from the shadows of the garage as I was passing by.

I jerked away from the sound, but relaxed when Blaze stepped out with a dimpled grin.

“I was,” I admitted, my voice almost hushed.

He jerked his chin up, “Couldn’t pass up the chance to see me again, huh?”

I snorted, averting my gaze, only to hurriedly return it. I didn’t want him to think I was some flirty thing with no mind. Even if my thoughts seemed to scatter in his presence.

“Something like that,” The admission slipped out when I exhaled, and I had to swallow a groan.

Had I really said that?

His gaze lifted from me to the crowd, then his arm shot out and he snared me by the wrist, jerking me back into the shadows with him.

“What the fuck?” I slammed my hands into his chest, knocking him back against the siding of Easy’s garage. I was shocked, but that didn’t mean I was unwilling. I stepped into his space, planted my hand on his chest and slid it up to his throat. “Who the fuck do you think you are man handling?”

His eyes darkened. I was aware his hands had shot to my hips, but they hadn’t planted. He held them there ghosted, prepared to grab for leverage but suddenly finding it unnecessary when the garage had caught him instead.

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