Page 23 of Property of Spike

Nodding, I walk in and shut the door. As I stand here taking in my two newest burdens, my pulse settles for the first time this evening.

Removing my cut, I hang it up and grab the extra pillow. I settle my body on the floor next to Asher. It may not be the most comfortable place I’ve ever slept, but it’ll do just fine. Reaching out, I place my hand next to Riley’s and can’t help but wonder what the fuck is going on with me.

The next time I open my eyes, Riley’s gone. But Asher is wide awake and looking right at me.

“Good morning, bud,” I smile. “Does your back hurt, too?”

Standing, I crack a few things before bending over and picking up Asher.

“Let’s try this changing shit again, but I’m warning you, no pissing on me this time.”

He doesn’t respond, but his eyes say it all.Try and stop me.

Luckily, I get him changed with no issues.

I make a note to buy some more diapers because it looks like there aren’t many left in his diaper bag.

“Let’s go search for your mom,” I say. “I need your help in talking some sense into her. Every time I turn around, she’s gone.”

Asher shoves his fist in his mouth in agreement.

“If I had known that the Prez was allowing club whores into the main clubhouse, I’d have asked for a transfer.”

Surely, I didn’t hear what I think I did. And surely, it’s not directed to the woman under my protection.

“I’m not a whore. And if you don’t remove your hand, I will stab it.”

“Damn, you need to be shown your place.”

Turning the corner, I see Riley cornered by Seth. Some fucker from the East Chapter. She’s facing toward me, and he’s plastered against her back. His hand was on her shoulder, but he reaches around and grabs her tit.

I. See. Fucking. Red.

Before I can react, Riley takes the fork she’s holding and jams it into Seth’s hand. He screams and tumbles backward.

“What the fuck is going on?” Tank asks as he rounds the corner to the kitchen.

“Hold Asher,” I growl with barely restrained anger.

“No way, Prez. He’s too small,” Tank says, taking a step back. “I’ll accidentally break him.”

“Tank, take him. Now.”

Sighing, he nods as I place the baby against his chest and move Tank’s large hand to hold him in place.

As soon as the baby is safely out of my arms, I fucking attack.

Seth doesn’t have time to react. My fist connects with his jaw, sending him sprawling across the floor. He scrambles to get up, but I’m already on him, pinning him down with one knee as I grab the front of his cut.

“You’ve got a death wish, asshole,” I snarl, pulling him closer until our faces are inches apart. “Touch her again, and I’ll fucking burn you alive.”

He spits blood, glaring up at me with defiance. “She just stabbed…”

I don’t let him finish. My knuckles crash into his face again, silencing him. The satisfying crunch of his nose breaking echoes in the room.

“Enough, Spike!” Tank’s bored voice cuts through the haze of my rage. “You’ll kill him.”

I glance back at Tank, then to Asher, who’s watching from his arms. The baby doesn’t cry, but his little fist is shoved into his mouth, and drool runs down his arm. I’m taking that as approval.

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