Page 39 of Seized By Solo

“She doesn’t belong to him,” he spits out, then realises his mistake.

“Oh, so you did take something that does not in fact belong to you?”

I see two of Dyer’s men step closer to Alan, and he goes white when he sees them.

“She is mine. That bitch killed my brother and stole my money.”

“Oh, believe me, fuckface, Elsie did not kill your brother,” I snarl.

“She did, because he was shagging other women ten times better than her. She is a whore and was lucky that my brother even took notice of her,” Alan spits.

I blink at his words, then a belt of laughter breaks free, my brothers following.

“Elsie was always too good for the likes of your knobhead brother. Thank fuck I get to keep her and the kids,” I growl, then look to Dyer. “Bring me my daughter. Me and my club have no beef with you.”

“When he turned up here with the little girl, I knew something was wrong, but I never knew the girl belonged to the Royal Bastards MC,” Dyer explains, and I see understanding in his gaze.

“She is a club princess,” Dutch informs the room.

Dyer nods with a sigh. “Bring the girl in.” He looks to me. “She is unharmed. I’m not in the business of hurting innocent women and children.”

“Good, let’s keep it that way,” I tell him.

“DADDY,” is screeched, and my fucking heart skips a beat as I see Ruthie walk in holding hands with a lady around my age. They are both smiling.

“Baby girl, come here.” She runs to me.

Fuck, I love this kid. She, along with her brother and mother, are my world.

She crashes into me and I wrap her tightly in my arms.

“I missed you,” she whispers. “Uncle Alan took me from school and hurt Ricky. Is he okay?”

“That man is no longer your family. Your uncles are right here, baby girl,” Kink steps forward to say.

“He is right, sweet girl,” Dutch adds.

“Ricky is okay. He broke his wrist but he has on a cool blue cast.” I kiss her head. “He is missing you, so what do you say I get you back to the club, so you can see your mum and brother, yeah?”

“Okay, Dad.”

“HE IS NOT YOUR FATHER. MY BROTHER IS YOUR FATHER. WHERE IS NIGEL?” Alan bellows, spit flying out of his mouth. Two of Dyer’s men hold him back.

“Your choice here, Solo. You can deal with him or I can? A peace offering to your club. We will not step into your territory after this,” Dyer offers.

“We will take him, and the offer. You stay out of St Ives and surrounding areas and we will be good.”

I look to Dyer’s wife and nod. “Thank you for taking care of my daughter.”

“She is an absolute dream, a testament to her mother,” she replies.

Dyer nods and calls for a man to see us out. Keeping Ruthie tucked against my chest, her legs around my waist, we leave, my brothers flanking me for extra protection. Woody and the prospect collect Alan, dragging him from the room and into the waiting van.

With Ruthie in front of me on my bike with a helmet on her head, I can’t help but think this girl needs her own helmet, much like her brother. Fuck, maybe even their mum. We ride back to the clubhouse, and thankfully it’s uneventful. We pull into the compound with Pres and the brothers waiting.

The club never fails to have my back, and now that is extended to my family.

CHAPTER TWENTY

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