Page 15 of Creed's Honor

My eyes snapped to Dad. “What!”

“My birthday is a shitty enough day without needing to deal with him flirting with my daughter.” Dad gave me a pointed look at that. I gritted my teeth but didn’t say anything—typical Dad.

“Well, if I were him, I’d avoid your birthday party altogether now,” I piped up, suddenly pissed off knowing I wasn’t going to see Creed at all tonight.

“Good.” Dad didn’t hold back. “Now, someone get the good whiskey.”

I rolled my eyes as I got up. Come tomorrow, our house would be in complete darkness, and Dad would be sleeping it off. Also, knowing him, he won’t let Mum out of arms reach.

I walked to the bar, pointing to the bottle of whiskey behind the prospect. That was when I went stiff.

I felt a hand on me, and I wasn’t used to being touched. I knew it was stupid, but I brushed the friendly biker’s hand off me and gave him a polite “Don’t touch me.” Then I grabbed the whiskey and took off back to the family table.

When my hand was caught by his, I snapped. “I said to leave me alone!” I spun around, but it was Creed who had eyes on me. Fuck.

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else,” I tried to recover quickly. Creed cocked a look over his shoulder, and it was my hand tightening on his that stopped him from going over there. “You’ve been gone all night.” I tried to get his attention, but his eyes were still on the biker who was looking in our direction.

Please, Creed, don’t. I begged with him silently. He then turned back to face me fully.

“Your old man wanted me gone, so I went.” His gaze ran over me. “You had a good night?”

I stepped in closer to him, keeping my hand in his. “Mum’s pregnant,” I said, and for some reason, I couldn’t stop the smile on my face.

Creed’s lips twitched up. “How did Hades take that?”

“Really well. Can’t you tell?” I gestured to the club, which was buzzing.

“Wondered why he was letting everyone celebrate on his most hated day of the year.” Creed’s gaze landed back on me. “I guess knocking up your wife is worth a celebration.”

It was the look Creed was giving me that made me wonder what was running through his mind. I couldn’t stop myself from stepping in closer to Creed.

“It’s like it’s the first time he’s been told he is going to be a father,” I said as Creed’s other hand went to my hip, me now standing in front of him.

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“Wondered why he was letting everyone celebrate on his most hated day of the year.” My gaze was back on Holly. Fuck she was breathtaking. “I guess knocking up your wife is worth a celebration.” Fuck. If you asked me, Hades was a lucky bastard. I couldn’t stop comparing it to if Holly were my wife, I wouldn’t keep my hands off her. But having her pregnant with my kid, yeah, life wouldn’t get any better.

Her fingers linked with mine, and I knew I had to let her go back to her family. I could nearly hear Hades wondering where his whiskey was.

“I’ll let ya go.” I didn’t fucking want to, but she had Hades’ favourite whiskey in hand.

“Come sit with me.” She pulled on my hand with an enchanting smile on her face. The type of smile I couldn’t say fucking no to—even if it meant facing down her murderous father and trigger-happy brother.

I let her drag me towards their table. As people stepped out of view, I took in the Kincaid family. There was basically a smoke ring above them. Hades had a grin on his face as he spoke to Zara—until he glanced over and saw me.

Even fucking Kobra’s jaw tightened when he saw Holly’s and my hands linked. The bastards were looking at me, expecting me to run. But I wasn’t the guy who ran. So my grip on Holly’s hand got firmer, even taking it a step further by pulling the chair out for her. Hades’ and Kobra’s pissed-off faces made me drag the chair next to Holly closer to her.

I would have had her on my lap, but I figured it was Hades’ birthday, and I didn’t want the man to have a heart attack.

“See you made it back into town.” Hades took the cigar from his mouth. “Early,” he added, making it known to me that he didn’t fucking want me here, which just made me grin, my hand falling onto the back of Holly’s chair.

“Not drinking tonight, pretty boy?” Kobra said, gripping a scotch glass filled with his father’s whiskey. I wanted to remark but didn’t want Holly forced to pick between me bleeding out and Kobra. ’Cos fuck knows we’d both get a round off at each other.

“Yeah, gotta get one,” I said. I had been heading to the bar when I spotted Holly.

“I’ll get you one.” Holly was up before I could say anything. Just as she turned around, I saw the biker’s beer go all over Holly’s cream dress, making it see-through within seconds. She gasped, and the man’s eyes were on Holly’s rack. He looked for two seconds too long. I did what I did to all my problems and swung my fist.

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