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“It wasn’t. He and his dad got into a royal shouting match one day about four years ago. Apparently he caught him kissing some guy while he was at school in the city, told him he didn’t raise a…” He can’t say it but it’s clear enough what he means. “He was already a member, and we had accepted Toombs years before that knowing he was gay, but mostly celibate after a break-up with a long-term partner, so it wasn’t as big of a deal with everyone else in the club, but he and his dad hadn’t patched things up, were only on speaking terms when it came to club business when he died out of the blue. Pinky only came to us a just under three years ago after a rally we went to. It was the first one where I was President and he stopped by the booth where I was sitting, the others were out dancing or playing pool, and he asked me what my thought on human goods were.

“It was the wrong thing to ask at that moment, and I had my knife out and pressed against his dick in less than thirty seconds. He just held up his hands which drew my attention to his right hand, because it was bandaged. Come to find out, he lost his pinky finger when he put his arm out to stop his club’s president from taking a knife to a twenty-year-old girl that wanted out. Their club turned out women as call-girls to make them money. Take what you were thinking when you heard that club girls were club property and add in forced prostitution…that’s how they treated the women. Pinky had heard rumors that Hinton was wanting to get into the business then next thing everyone knew, he was gone, and I was in.”

“That’s how Pinky got his name?” I ask, always curious about them because they’re not assigned until the men become actual club members and they receive their club patches.

“Yeah, when some of the guys found out he was gay, they questioned it, but he just held up his hand, showing off the missing pinky finger and just laughed. Then told everyone that his name with the other club was Tights, which yeah, they gave him because he was gay and wore tight leather pants when he was a prospect,” Tate says and I grin, snuggling deeper into the bed with him. “I don’t give a damn who fucks who or how they like to do it, as long as both sides are adults. So, if Cash wants to be the ultimate bottom, Law’s buttercup, or sissy boy, or little boy, as I’ve heard him happily accept Law calling him when I’ve gone downstairs the last couple days…let him. The club isn’t going to start shit with Cash on it, they’ll likely assume it’s come from Law. I mean, it’s pretty clear that Law is an alpha all unto himself but most of them don’t care mostly because he’s gay. It’d be one thing if they had to fight him for girls, but if what he wants it to control Cash, then they’re not going to get involved.”

“He’s really happy and a little more into the kink than he was anticipating, but I’m really happy for him. Thank you, for letting him visit,” I add because I know there’s no way he’d let anyone else do it like that.

“If it wasn’t for him, we wouldn’t have gotten close to Thatcher. I’d have let him sleep in the bed with us all night if Law hadn’t claimed him and he was hurting after helping me get you back,” Tate says and I giggle as the image of having to console a moping, crying Cash while daddy’s cock was inside me filters through for some reason and I don’t quite know how to handle it otherwise. “I’m trying to be sweet here and you’re laughing at me?” he questions teasingly, and I giggle harder while telling him what my brain conjured up.

“Careful baby girl, daddy has no issues letting someone watch daddy fuck his little girl, and you’re coming close to finding out firsthand just how much daddy’s been holding back when we’re around others,” he says and my body heats entirely through as I look up into his eyes, finding dark hunger there that I’m extremely intrigued with.

“I thought daddy said no one else would ever see me when we talked about meeting some other daddies and littles.”

“No, I said that I could happily fuck you in your everyday version of your little girl outfits but that’s as far as they’d ever get to see you. Same thing would go around here if you were wearing little skirts, daddy would just lift you up onto his lap and have you ride him or push you onto the table and take you from behind, or up against a wall. As much as anyone else will ever see is you taking my cock like the good girl you are,” he says and I smile resting on his chest as things run through my head, making my nipples tighten and I sigh as he gives me a long, slow kiss. “What are you thinking now, baby girl?”

“About you fucking me when others are around,” I admit, laughing when his lips come down on my neck, giving it a nip. “Also, about you letting Cash sleep in bed with us…or at least with your little girl but daddy’s so needy he can’t last a whole night without her.”

“Fuck baby girl, you’re walking on a thin ledge, so you better be careful about telling daddy your naughty little thoughts,” he says and I simply grin, holding onto him until he pulls us up from the bed, making my brow lift curiously. “The rest of the Keepers are heading back to the city tomorrow. We’re doing a bigger dinner tonight.”

“You’re finally going to let me up from the bed?” I ask, feigning shock.

“Careful baby girl, you know what bratty little girls get,” he warns, and I nod, grinning up at him.

“I do, they get spanked and fucked good, and I’ll happily take it. You always make me come and it feels so sweet, but I definitely like it when daddy fucks his little girl without a care,” I return, finding myself pulled back against his chest, his arms wrapped around me tight, and his lips trail over my cheek where he can reach.

“After the doctor tells me you’re okay, I’ll happily fuck you silly, baby girl.”

“What doctor?” I ask as he grabs me the lace over-shirt that went with the tank top I was wearing while relaxing. The lightweight knit lounge pants will work just fine with it to go downstairs, and I slip into the shoes Tate has ready by the door before he lifts me into his arms.

“You can walk into the dining room, but I want to carry you down the stairs. As for the doctor, apparently one of Law’s exes has a cousin that’s an ob/gyn specialist in the city. He texted them to see if they could get us in, so we can make sure everything’s fine. She can fit us in at nine in the morning, so the Keepers are going to follow us up just to make sure none of the local leos cause any issues,” Tate explains, and I grin at the idea of being able to check on our baby, possibly see him. I don’t know why, but ever since we knew about him, I’ve just known it’s a boy, and I can’t wait until I know for certain.

The grin grows when he sets me down before we turn onto the hall with the dining room. I’m a little stiff but that could be from not moving around all that much the last two days just as easily as from the fall. Tate pushes open the door, moving us into the room and I can’t help but laugh a bit at the whistles and cheers that the guys let out.

“If it isn’t the little warrior,” one of the men that was at the manor says as we draw closer to our normal table, and I glance from him up to Tate questioningly.

“This is Stealth, he’s an ex-military tracker, and this is Knuckles,” Tate adds with a nod towards one of the other strange faces at the table. “Rambo and this is Crypto,” he says and a skinnier guy with glasses gives me a two-finger wave. “There are a few others somewhere around here that came down to help. Crypto here is a computer expert. He got into the city’s records, but all of the camera footage was deleted so we didn’t know which way they went. With our digging, we learned about several other properties that Jackson’s purchased over the years, most of them from the city which as mayor was illegal. He’s using them as rental properties and overcharging the tenants without making repairs.”

“Not shocking that the scum was also a scum-lord,” I say with a sigh.

“Give me some time and we’ll figure out if he had a will and if not, we’ll get the estate over to you to decide what you want to do with it,” Law states and I nod, settling down to enjoy the amazing meal.

Just before we’re finished, Tate lets out a whistle, quieting the room and I glance up at him curiously when he stands. “I’m not one for speeches as most of you know. I’m more of the to the point type, but I just wanted to say thank you again to everyone that helped me get Everly back home, safe and sound. I know you’ve heard murmurs about what happened at the Jackson Manor and yes, when we got there, we walked into the basement, finding Everly calmly sitting on a chair, sipping a bottle of water just waiting for us. It’s not an exaggeration nor are the things you’ve heard happen to our old chief of police. While I didn’t personally see to his end, prior to that it’s true that there were sex toys used on him, and it was the least he deserved for his vileness. And apparently, my girl ruptured his testicle with a particularly sweet hit with a metal jack-handle, and his specific end was quite brutal.”

“Maybe not as bad as the cops your pres handled because that was the shit of nightmares man,” Knuckles says, pulling more chuckles from the group.

“We no longer have to worry about him causing issues and I’m happy to say that while the rest of the Keepers are headed back to the city tomorrow, Law will be sticking around for a while. He has some new personal interests he’s attending to on top of helping us with our continued legal battles,” Tate states, and I shoot Cash a wink when he blushes a bit. “Now, you all know that I’ve already claimed Everly as mine. She’s my old lady but also my baby girl, and while I had a cut ready and waiting for her before I even brought her home, it just wasn’t right. So, I had something new made up and it got to us just before dinner,” he adds pulling my attention fully onto him.

He pulls me up from my chair gently and I laugh when Cash pulls a box out from under the table and holds it up for Tate to open. He does, as he continues speaking but my eyes can’t leave the gorgeous vest that he pulls out. “I know, it’s pink, but I’m pretty sure you’ve all already realized that while my girl may be a badass, she’s also the sweetest, girliest little thing underneath and well deserving of the pink to show it off. It has one extra addition most of the old lady’s cuts don’t have, and I’m not talking about president’s patch. The others agreed with me that Everly deserved her own recognition because she proved she’s worthy of the club far beyond than by simply being an old lady and so, we had a little extra something added to it.”

I laugh when he turns it to show off the front. Above where the president’s property patch was a nameplate in the Reapers’ colors, and the words Little Warrior emblazed on it. “Tate…”

“You are amazing, baby. What you did was amazing. Especially given how sweet your heart is, and I never want anyone to think that just because you’re sweet, that they can do whatever they want or walk all over you. This reminds everyone just what you’re capable of, and is a warning to steer clear, because even if you don’t destroy them, messing with the property of the Reapers’ Fate, seals theirs,” he adds, and I reach up, giving him a kiss as he comes down to my level, and I grin when he holds up the vest for me to slip into.

It’s perfect and I can’t wait to wear it whenever I’m out with him and the group. It’s going to be magical, just like we are together.

Chapter 15

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