Page 29 of Protected By the Bikers Next Door
“They called me…” Harper manages to gasp as he appears.
“I know. I called them worse,” Wolf says.
“Fuck ‘em,” Hawk adds.
“We don’t care what narrow-minded assholes think. You’re ours, we’re happy, Jenny is safe and happy, that’s all that matters,” I tell her.
But I’m worried that the seed of doubt has been planted. Can Harper handle this? As much as she may like us, can she handle a polyamorous relationship and everything it entails, the scrutiny of others?
I pray to god she can. Now that I have her, I can’t let her go.
Chapter 16
Harper
After taking the plunge and deciding to give our unconventional relationship a try, we’ve settled into a comfortable routine in the almost three weeks we’ve been together. For the most part, Jenny and I have moved back home. I want Jenny to sleep in her own room, and I don’t want to rush into living with the guys just yet; however, at least one of the guys stays overnight on a rotating basis. A couple of nights a week, we have ‘sleepovers’ at the guys’ place so we can all be together. Having not one but three pairs of hands to help out around the house and with childcare has been a blessing, and I’m finally managing to get some work done.
I’ve been trying to put aside the nasty comments those women made in the supermarket and focus on myself for once. As long as Jenny is safe and happy, that’s all that counts. I’m so glad that she’s taken it all in stride. As much as I’m falling for the men, I will always put my little girl first.
Things have been going so well that I feel strangely on edge. I keep waiting for something bad to happen. For the other shoe to drop.
It finally did this morning.
Another envelope waits for me, pushed under the door; it lies there menacingly.
“Jenny, why don’t you go on into the kitchen and fix yourself some cereal like a big girl?” Bear says from behind me.
Jenny happily scurries off, oblivious to my inner turmoil as I stand rooted to the spot, my heart pounding in my chest as I wonder what fresh horror my tormentor has sent.
Bear places a comforting hand on my shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. He moves in front of me, picking up the envelope. “Why don’t you go join Jenny in the kitchen?” he suggests.
I shake my head numbly. “No. I want to see. I need to know.”
He nods in acceptance, handing the envelope to me. I’m grateful that he’s here with me; his calming presence and the fact that he allows me to make my own choices are precisely what I need right now. With shaking hands, I open the envelope.
Another note. Another photo.
Whores don’t get happy endings.
As putrid as the note is, the photo makes me sick to my stomach. Somehow, even though we’re always careful to draw the curtains, he’s managed to get a photo of us all having sex. This time, the image is inside the guys’ house.
How many more of these does he have? If these get out, my life will be over. Not for the first time, I ask myself what this person wants. If this is blackmail, I have nothing to offer.
Does he just want to destroy me?
“Shit,” Bear curses quietly as he looks over my shoulder at my latest delivery. He pulls out his phone and dials. “Wolf, get over here now. We’ve got another delivery from our guy. It’s bad.” He hangs up the phone and pulls me into an embrace, kissing the top of my head. “We’ll find him. We’ll make him pay.”
I try to pretend nothing is wrong while I get Jenny ready for school, one ear cocked to listen in on the guys’ conversation. They’re trying to sound in control, but I can tell the breach of their home has shaken them. They discuss club politics, their rivals, Satan’s Sons, and wonder if perhaps they’re behind this, and it wasn’t about me after all. But that doesn’t make sense. The stalker targeted me before I was even involved with them. I’m the one who brought trouble to their door.
It’s decided that Hawk and Bear will drop Jenny off at school on their way to the clubhouse. Wolf insists on taking on the role of protector today, arguing that Bear can act on his behalf as VP, and Hawk’s main role is security, so he needs to be the point man on this breach.
“I can’t concentrate,” I complain, coming downstairs from my office to find Wolf bent over his laptop at the kitchen table. “I can’t stop thinking about what this freak is going to do next.”
“Nothing if I have any say about it,” Wolf promises darkly.
“I need a distraction.”
“I can think of one,” he says, coming over to kiss me, squeezing my ass. Wolf is insatiable. Usually, I’m just as bad, always wanting him, wanting more, but I’m too paranoid now about who might be watching us.
