Page 34 of Tyrant

“Hey Country,” I greet. “Thanks for doing this.”

“Anytime, lady, you only have to ask, and my ride is yours.” He offers me a kind smile, then nods to the powerful man behind me, watching as Tyrant lifts us into the truck.

“You two comfortable?” he asks, and I glance at my daughter before confirming. “We’re perfect. Thank you.”

“Damn right you are.” He leans in, buckling the seatbelt around us, then presses a soft kiss to the top of my head, then does the same to Graceful Joy. He meets Country’s stare, “Keep my girls safe, prospect. You don’t want to know what will happen if a hair is harmed on their heads.”

The fact he includes my daughter in his threats and concern has me choking up. I bite back my sob for the man who cares for me without hesitation and stare straight ahead. Everyone is still outside, watching the entire thing transpire.

“See you soon,” Tyrant promises, then closes the door. As soon as he does, Country’s hitting the lock button, securing us inside.

I don’t know what else is said. I’m sure the Kings toss out a few threats, but sooner than I expected, we’re on our way back to the clubhouse. Country keeps the truck idling with the heat on until Tyrant’s face is in the window, then he hits the unlock button. I’m guessing the prospect was acting under strict orders from the brothers.

The door opens and Tyrant is unbuckling my belt, only to lift us out of the truck like it’s nothing for him. My arms are growing tired just from holding Gracie Girl the past hour, but there’s no way I’m giving her up until she demands it.

The clubhouse is silent, empty, and under normal circumstances I’ve come to learn it would be out of place. Tonight, however, I know they are all out burying the dead. The brothers file in after us and I find myself stopping, facing the men who so selflessly just risked their lives to help me get my daughter back. They pause in their strides, expressions easy as they take in the sleeping child in my arms. She feels so much bigger since I left; she’s more toddler than baby and my heart aches with the time I’ve missed.

“Thank you,” I start and they try to interrupt, but I hold a hand out, making them grow quiet again. A few brows hike, not used to me being assertive towards them. “I know I don’t have to sayit. I know Tyrant is your brother. I know you’d do it for any ol’ lady. I know. Trust me, I’ve spent my time here watching and taking everyone in and the thing I’ve learned the most about you all is your love and loyalty amongst each other. But tonight you let me into that fold. You didn’t risk your lives for your brother, you risked them for me. For Graceful Joy.” A tear trails over my cheek and Tyrant’s hand on my back moves to squeeze my side in support.

I continue, “Tonight you proved that you are not only his brothers, but that you are mine as well. I will never forget what you’ve done for my family. I love each one of you, and I can’t think of a better group of men for my little girl to grow up around. So, thank you.”

They each step forward, hugging my daughter and me softly, then carry on their way to their rooms or wherever it is they need to be. I know with their show of tenderness they heard me and understand the truth in my words.

“Are you-are you okay with this?” I gesture to us as Tyrant walks us to the room, and he sets her tote off to the side. It’s near enough where I sleep so I can get to it, but out of the way so I won’t trip over anything.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“With us in here, in your space.”

His face screws up in confusion. “Sugar, why would I have any issue?”

“Because we’re sharing our privacy with another little person. I don’t want to sleep anywhere away from her, so please, can she stay in here? We can use a sleeping bag and sleep on the floor or something.”

He glares. “Absolutely not. You’ll sleep in bed, as you always do. So will she.”

“It won’t bother you? She’s Josef’s.”

He grumbles for a beat before crouching in front of me so we’re eye level again. “Nah, Blair. You’re mine, means she’s mine. Graceful Joy never belonged to Josef, that man was the wrong type of monster to be her father. I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to be the right type of monster for you both. You never have to be scared again. I will be your Knight. I will be your protector. Your defender. But most of all, you will be my everything. Having her is the bonus on top of it all.

I can’t help but stare at the massive man before me, wondering how I got so lucky to find him, and in that moment, I know the truth.

I love him.I always will. And my daughter will call him father, for the rest of our lives.

Bonus Scene

Blair

He enters the room, and his gaze immediately pins on me, finding me without missing a beat. His gait is confident and sure as he strides towards me, his stare so intense it feels as ifI’m the only person in the room. Once he makes it to me, he offers a sweet smile, his perfect mouth tipping up into a grin that has my stomach twisting inside. One of his hands moves to cup the back of my head, fist gripping a handful of hair and tugging until I tilt my face up, as his other hand grips my throat. Leaning in, his mouth close enough to mine, his lips brush against my own as he demands, “You’re fucking mine.” The promise is said on a low growl, no one able to hear it unless they were beside us, but his actions are so dominate and owning, that every single person in the room knows exactly what was uttered.

His words have my legs going weak. My thighs clench as my pussy throbs for him, already turned on and he’s barely touched me. “Oh, fuck,” I breathlessly moan against his mouth, wanting him to fuck me right this minute. “I want you, Tyrant,” I admit, and he grins, perfectly straight, white teeth on display for anyone glancing in our direction. He’s so deceptively alluring. Perfect on the outside, fucking obsessive, and possessive to his very core on the inside.

At my confession, his palm snatches my wrist, and I follow his gait. He strolls down the hallway, taking us to privacy. With a twist of his hand, a door opens, and he stands back, allowing me to step through. The moment I enter, he twists me around, shoving me up against the closest wall until my breasts are pressed firmly against the cool surface. Kicking the door closed behind him, his hands are all over my backside, shoving the dress up and over my hips. He wrenches the tiny scrap of panties I have on to the side, and in the next breath, he’s thrusting his fat cock inside me.

“Oh, Tyrant!” I cry out, unable to hold myself back, not wanting to. He needs to hear as well as feel what he does to me. The sexy man drives me fucking wild for him. “Yes, oh my, you’re always so big,” I admit.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to fill you up.” His free hand moves to rest on my lower belly as he mutters, “See this belly grow.” He pounds into me from behind, filling me so perfectly I know I’ll be feeling it tomorrow.

“Uh, excuse me?” I gasp as he rides me harder, chasing his orgasm as my body slams into the wall repeatedly. “I-I thought you said you had a vasectomy?”

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