Page 1 of Tempest

Chapter One

Tempest

The sight of Kasen sitting with an unknown man at the café across the street made my blood boil. I gripped the handlebars of my Harley Davidson Road King, knuckles turning white as I fought the urge to storm over there.

Who the fuck was this guy? I watched them laughing and talking like old friends. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to intervene, to protect what was mine.

But Kasen wasn’t mine. Not really.

I inhaled sharply, trying to regain control. My fingers flexed, itching to throttle something. Someone. The tension coiled in my muscles, ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice.

My eyes narrowed as the stranger leaned in closer to Kasen. Too close.

“Easy,” I muttered to myself, though the growl in my voice betrayed my inner turmoil.

I had no claim on Tank’s daughter, no matter how much I wanted her. How much I’d always wanted her, even when I shouldn’t have. But seeing her with another man awakened a primal possessiveness I could barely contain.

The roar of my bike’s engine would be so satisfying right now. A warning. A challenge.

I resisted. Barely.

My gaze remained locked on Kasen, drinking in the sight of her. The curve of her smile. The toss of her hair. Memorizing every detail as if it might be the last time I saw her.

Because if I gave in to this rage, it just might be.

Kasen’s laughter rang out again, a melodic sound twisting something deep in my gut. She leaned forward, gesturing animatedly as she spoke to the stranger. Her eyes sparkled with mirth, her whole face lighting up in a way I’d rarely seen.

“Damn it,” I muttered, my teeth grinding together. The sight of her so carefree, so open with this unknown man, felt like a knife to the ribs.

Who the hell was he? Some clean-cut pretty boy, by the looks of it. No patches, no ink visible. Nothing like the MC life Kasen had grown up around.

My mind raced, possibilities flashing through like gunfire. A boyfriend? A date? Just a friend?

Each option stoked the fire of jealousy burning in my chest. I shouldn’t care. Kasen wasn’t mine to claim. But logic had no place in the storm of emotions threatening to overwhelm me.

“You’re off-limits,” I growled under my breath, though whether I was talking to Kasen or myself, I couldn’t say. “Tank’s daughter. A club princess. Untouchable.”

But God, how I wanted to touch her. To stake my claim. To show this interloper and the whole damn world that Kasen belonged with me.

The rational part of my brain, buried deep beneath layers of possessive fury, knew I needed to take a step back. She wasn’t mine. But watching her laugh with another man felt like a betrayal of something I’d never even had.

As Sergeant-at-Arms, it was my job to protect the club and its family. Kasen was both. The urge to march over there, to drag her away from potential danger, rushed through my veins like wildfire.

I let out a soft growl, trying to reason with myself. This little prick wasn’t a threat. Too damn soft. I could probably break the fucker with one hand. I needed to keep my ass right where I was -- watching from a distance.

The consequences of overstepping would be severe. Tank would have my head if I made a scene over his little girl. And the club… well, they’d start asking questions I wasn’t ready to answer.

I tore my gaze away from Kasen, trying to focus on anything else. The café’s outdoor seating area bustled with life. Servers weaved between tables, trays balanced precariously. Laughter and chatter filled the air, a stark contrast to the tension coiled within me.

The street was no better. Cars crawled by in the mid-afternoon traffic. Pedestrians hurried along the sidewalks, wrapped up in their own little worlds.

All of it -- the noise, the movement, the life -- felt distant. Unreal. My entire universe had narrowed to a single point -- Kasen, who was completely oblivious to my presence.

My heart slammed against my ribs. I felt like a caged animal fighting for release. I gritted my teeth so tight I thought my teeth might shatter. This wasn’t me. I didn’t lose control, didn’t let emotions rule my actions. But something about Kasen…

“Fuck,” I growled, low and guttural.

I shouldn’t care. She wasn’t mine, had never been mine. Just a kid with a crush, off-limits in every way that mattered. But watching her now, all grown up and laughing with some stranger, it felt like a sucker punch to the gut.

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