Page 18 of Tyrant

“Don’t see a problem there, brother.” Rogue grins and I flip him off.

“Right?” Creed agrees, so I give him the bird too.

These guys are more than my club brothers, they’re my best friends, and they know me. They’re used to me being a partial dick ninety percent of the time. I figure with how big my cock is and how good-looking chicks say I am, I couldn’t also get a winning personality. It would’ve been unfair to all other men. I had to have a flaw.

“There’s more,” Havoc mentions, egging me on to continue.

“I may’ve gotten wasted and married her.”

The room goes silent, and by silent, I mean I could hear a pin drop if my hearing was that good. After a few moments, I finally glance up to find them staring at me. Havoc smirks knowingly. Rogue’s mouth is parted in shock. Creed just shakes his head and rolls his eyes at me.

“Finally found a way to shut you bitches up,” I comment, and that gets them going.

“Fuck you!” Creed chuckles.

“Yeah, fuck right off, dumbass,” Rogue snickers.

I glance at Havoc, finding his smirk has bloomed into a grin, and I can’t help but to finally laugh at the situation. It’s so fucked up. “You all suck. You’re supposed to give me an idea on how to handle this.”

“We killing her?” Creed is instantly all ears.

“Hell no,” I shoot him a look that says I will toss his next bitch in the river if he goes after my wife.

Fucking shit. I’m already thinking of her as mine. And my wife, no less. Just fucking great.

“You moving her in? When do we get to meet her?” Rogue peppers me with questions.

“Y’all some nosy fuckers.”

“At least we didn’t get drunk and marry a chick we don’t know,” Havoc cuts in and I snort. “Were you able to find out anything else since you left?”

I shake my head. “Not really. I’ve been beating myself up over it so much I know I’m missing something.”

“Put the prospects on her,” Havoc suggests, and I immediately start nodding. That idea makes a lot of sense.

“You gonna keep her?” Rogue questions, and I find myself shrugging my shoulders.

Am I going to? Lord knows I want to, but I don’t know if it’s the best thing for me if I’m already hung up on her this much. “Maybe,” I finally admit after a beat. “She’s different.”

“They always are,” Creed mutters.

“No, as in, I think she’s running from someone. She was hitchhiking when I found her.”

“Christ,” Havoc says under his breath, staring at me like I’m the crazy one at the table. “You should get it annulled and call it a day.”

Creed and Rogue nod their agreement, and I’m pretty much on board with the suggestion. “I know, but first, I need to see how she is after the fact we’re married and she’s forced to meet me face to face. I want to know if the strange feeling I felt before is there again. If it is, I may try to hold on to her. I never considered marriage much, and now that it’s happened it doesn’t freak me out anymore. It’s just like yesterday, only today I have a marriage license claiming I’m tied to someone else, no drastic changes. It’s not exactly a bad thing either, since she seems like she’s a good girl, but something is definitely eating away at her inside. She had nightmares each night when we were together and I had to wake her up. She told me she’s seen monsters and I’m not the one she’s scared of.”

Creed whistles under his breath.

I’m a pretty intimidating motherfucker, or so I’ve been told, so for her to not be afraid, speaks volumes. My brothers are aware as they’ve dealt with the frightened looks or snide comments at times as well. There’s a reason we all became outlaw bikers; we don’t fit the same mold as the rest of society. When Havoc came to us with the idea of starting our own chapter in Alabama off of Chaos’ in Georgia, it was a no-brainer for me. I was all in.

We’ve got our prospects that are damn near close to getting patched in and now I’m talking about possibly introducing a woman into the mix who isn’t a club slut. Times are obviously beginning to change for us. I think the real question we should be considering is if we’re ready for those changes or not.

“Any objections if I do decide to keep her? She may want to leave, and there’s a chance I won’t allow it to happen until she’s on board with what I want.”

“Kidnapping?” Havoc asks.

“Not actually. I’d just make it difficult for her to leave until she’s comfortable with club life.”

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