Page 2 of Falling for Her

Knowing I can't deny President, I nod, and walk away from him without another word, trying to ignore the tightening in my chest.

I have a gut feeling this has something to do with Bethany, especially with the glee she had in her eyes when Dad came into the room. I know she's been messing up a lot lately, and I know she's made it perfectly clear that she wants me. But what the President thinks I can do with his daughter, I don't know, but I have a bad feeling.

I ignore everyone in the common room as I walk out of the hallway and head to the President's office.

“Hey, what's going on?” Callum, my other best friend, asks, but neither my dad nor I answer him.

He's the son of the Sgt in Arms and he has a brother, Maverick. While Mav will take over from their dad, Callum will become the club's secretary.

Both brothers have yet to get a road name, but that's because, unlike Bullet and me, they haven't done anything to get one.

As soon as we reach the black door, I open it without knocking. He knew I was helping Bullet, yet he sent my father to come and get me, and honestly, the bad feeling is building.

Butcher looks up with a scowl, but his brows rise seeing me, and I raise a brow in return.

Butcher looks exactly like his son, from his jawline to dark brown hair and blue eyes. Most people are terrified of him, but I grew up knowing him as family. Now I want to know what is so important when he knows his son has a match tomorrow.

“Apparently, my dad wants to speak to me, but in here, now why would that be Pres?” I ask as I walk inside. Instead of sitting in the black armchairs, I widen my stance and cross my arms over my chest.

Butcher sighs and drops his pen, and leans back in his chair behind his big-ass dark oak desk as my dad shuts his door.

Fuck's sake, this is more serious than I thought if Dad is shutting the damn door.

“Damian,” he begins, and I scoff, “Oh, here we go. Calling me my legal name means you want something from me that I'm not going to like or agree with.”

My dad clears his throat knowing I've seen right through them but doesn't say anything and I slowly lick my bottom lip trying not to snap at the two men I look up to.

Bethany, this is about her, I just know it.

“What I'm about to ask of you is something I never asked of a brother before,” Butcher begins as he looks down, “I don't want to ask this of you, but I'm out of options, and I know my wife, my old lady, is ready to pull her hair out. Seeing my old lady hurt and upset is enough to make me break and ask this of you.”

“Just spit it out, Butch,” I snap, and he looks at me.

There's no anger in his eyes for my tone, only guilt.

Running a hand through his dark brown hair, he states, “I need you to keep an open mind.” He clears his throat, “Now, I've noticed my daughter has become infatuated with you over the years…”

The bad feeling tightens. I knew this had something to do with her after the way she looked at me, but as he says, “I want you to date my daughter,” sickness takes over because, yeah, no, I didn't expect him to say that.

I shake my head, about to say,fuck no,but my dad speaks, “Just hear him out, son…” And I turn and glare at him and snap, “You're trying to fucking set me up with a girl who can't take no for an answer. She's fucking spoiled and won't leave me the fuck alone and why are you here backing Butcher when I'myourson?!” dad looks down and I scoff and look at my pres, “And let me guess, she came to daddy and promised to change her ways, leave the prospects along, if you made sure I date her, let her on my bike and give her my cut when I become a brother?” Butcher winces, showing me I hit the nail on the head, and I scoff and throw my arm out and snap, “She doesn't even fucking want me. She wants the patch I'm going to get when I patch in. She wants the cushy life she knows you won't continue to give her now that she's old enough to get a job, fuck I don't even see her that way, never have!”

My dad clears his throat again, and Butcher sniffs and threatens coldly, “If you don't date her, then you won't become a brother.”

My mouth parts, and my whole world tilts as betrayal hits me hard.

Years, fucking years, I've had it drilled in me that becoming a brother is what will become of me, that I'm to become my best friend's VP and to watch his back always, and now it's being threatened. For what, a spoiled little girl?

My own father is going along with this! My dad, my fucking dad!

Butcher continues, “Ace is can’t know, neither can anyone else. Not my old lady, not your mother, no one. You are to date my daughter and help her change her ways. You never know, you may fall for her and give her everything. If not, then so be it, but we need her off this path, and the more I drill it into her, the more she rebels, and this feud with Victoria is building, I hate to say it, but I think she's using Scarlett and that girl is innocent.”

Scarlett, as in her best friend since she was ten. Initially Beth fell out with Victoria after Vicky came first in the pageant show and she came second and decided to latch onto Scar two days later, the same Scarlett who is basically a loner and hates people and was forced to come partly out of the shadows, allowing her to be bullied more.

They're asking too much of me. I'm sixteen, and they're trying to put too much pressure on me. It's not fair, and they both know Mama would shoot them if she knew they were doing this.

I grit my teeth and fist my hands.

“For years I have put this club first,” I growl, “Years, I have been told I am going to become a brother, that I am to give my everything to this club, and they'll always have my back. That I'm to become my best friend's VP, and you're telling me if I don't date your spoiled daughter, I won't get my cut?”

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