Page 6 of Hurricane's House

“I know that things have been difficult, but do you really have to move out?” Tina asked.

“I think that I do,” her niece admitted. “I like Hurricane, and he doesn’t boss me around.” Tina let out the breath that she had been holding. It was as though her niece liked picking fights with her.

“I don’t boss you around, Chasity,” Tina insisted, “I ask you to help out around here, that’s all. We both live here, and you need to pull your weight.”

Chasity barked out her laugh and tossed her boots into a box. “I’m pulling my weight and yours since you started at your new job. I’m sick of having to do everything on my own.” She was about to tell her niece that she had taken the new job to help pay the bills that had been piling up since she had moved in when Hurricane walked into the room. And from the scowl on his face, he had heard what Chasity said to her.

“Okay, I thought that we could wait to go over some rules until we got you unpacked at my place, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. Sit,” he said pointing at Chasity’s bed.

“Me or her?” Chasity asked.

“You,” Hurricane grumbled. “First rule is you don’t talk to your aunt that way. I’m big on respect. I maintain it in my bar, and I’ll expect it in my house. If grown-ass bikers can show each other a bit of respect, you can show your aunt some too.”

“But,” Chasity started.

Hurricane held up his big hand, effectively stopping her niece from continuing. “No buts,” he insisted. “Can you follow this rule or not? I have time to bring your stuff back in before I head over to the club.”

Chasity sighed and if Tina wasn’t mistaken, even rolled her eyes at Hurricane. That was a pretty bold move considering theguy was preaching respect. “Fine, I can respect my aunt,” she agreed.

“You’ll show everyone respect,” he corrected, “but, especially your aunt.”

“Fine, I’ll respect the whole world,” she sassed. Hurricane looked over at Tina and she shrugged. That was the kid that she had become accustomed to and over time, it had gotten worse. Gone was the sweet little girl who always said that she wanted to grow up to be just like her Aunt Tina and in her place was a teenager with a raging attitude and hormones to match.

“Next rule,” he said, causing Chasity to groan out loud. “I know that you want to set the times that your aunt can visit, but I’m vetoing that. I’m officially inviting you over to have dinner with us every evening, Tina,” Hurricane announced.

“Every night?” Chasity shouted. “That’s so fucking not fair.”

“Hey, third rule—no cursing,” Hurricane said, pointing his finger in her niece’s direction.

“You curse,” Chasity challenged. “I’ve heard all the guys around your club curse.”

“Well, that is going to change since you won’t be hanging around the club while the guys are there. If you want to hang with me during the day, when you don’t have school, that’s fine. Hell, I’ll even find you a job or two around the place to keep you busy. But no sneaking in anymore while the guys are there,” he ordered.

“This is getting to be more than I signed up for,” Chasity insisted.

“We can end this all right now if that’s what you want. I’m sure that your aunt will even help you unpack,” he said. Tina could tell that Hurricane was bluffing, she just hoped that her niece didn’t pick up on that.

“Does she really have to come over every night?” Chasity groaned. “That seems excessive.”

“Gee, thanks,” Tina drawled. “You know what—it’s fine. If she doesn’t want me there, I don’t have to come over that much.”

“No,” Hurricane said. “If you want to come over for dinner, you’re welcome—every night.” Tina wasn’t sure why he was making such a fuss over her having dinner with him and Chasity, but for some reason, it seemed important to him.

“All right, I appreciate that, Hurricane,” she said.

“Great,” he breathed picking up two of the last boxes and turning to take them downstairs. “We’ll see you at six then. Come on, kid,” he ordered.

“You mean six tonight?” Tina asked.

“Yep—we said every night, right?” Hurricane said.

“Yeah,” Tina breathed.

“Okay then, see you at six,” Hurricane repeated. She watched as Chasity followed the big, sexy biker out of her place. She wasn’t sure what he was up to, or even if she was going to like it, but she was now curious to find out his plan.

Tina spent the rest of the afternoon trying to decide if she should follow Hurricane’s orders and actually show up for dinner. What good would it do if Chasity didn’t want her there? Sure, she’d be able to hang out with the hunky biker, but that wasn’t a part of the plan. Honestly, thinking or feeling anything for Hurricane was a huge mistake that might cost her the relationship that she had built with Chasity so far, and she couldn’t risk that.

Showing up for dinner at Hurricane’s house intrigued her enough to change her clothes and drive over to his place, no matter how desperate that made her seem or how much Chasity would hate her being there. She couldn’t help herself really—there was something about a bossy man that she never thought that she’d like, but Hurricane was different.

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