Page 5 of The Club Princess

Nodding, I lean back on the cushions, resting my foot on my knee. “Dad, I know. I’m just saying she doesn’t make idle threats.”

A chuckle falls from his lips, and President Shaw fades away as the softness of my father’s features returns. “What are we going to do?”

I think about the feel of her against my body, and my cock twitches. When Mikayla was sixteen, I was quickly reminded that she wasn’t my blood sister and she had grown up to be a fucking wet dream. On her birthday, she had drunkenly climbed into my lap and kissed me, saying she had the biggest crush on me. I had never gotten harder than when I could feel her soft curves after she had fallen into me. The look on her face when I pushed her away and told her I didn’t feel the same still haunts me. We’ve tried to avoid each other ever since.

My father is no better either, too caught up with the club’s businesses to realize weeks have passed since the last time he checked on Mikayla. I know she deserved better than the two of us, but we were all that was left when her crack-addict mother skipped town and left a five-year-old unattended.

“What if… we pretend to vote her in?”

My father frowns. “How would we pretend that? She’s aware of the process. She has to be tried by members of the council and approved.”

I lick my lips, my heart pounding as I watch his face. “We’re two members of the council.”

He blinks before his eyes harden, and his skin flushes red. “What the fuck are you suggesting exactly?”

“I’ll fuck her, and you watch. That’s two. I’ll claim her as my old lady.” I stammer out quickly as he stands, stalking towards me. I’m barely on my feet when his hand wraps around my throat, and my back slams into the wall.

“She’s your fucking sister.”

I cough, swinging at his side to let me go. Shaw grunts when my knuckles collide but doesn’t release his hold. “Not.. my real..sister.” I sputter out.

He drops me, pushing my chest so I fall back into the wall again. “We’ve raised her since she was a little girl. This isn’t happening. No!”

I laugh humorlessly. “Be fucking real. We’ve barely spent time with her over the years. I know you saw the photo on Jack’s phone from her sweet sixteen. I beat his ass for having it. She’s not a little girl, and you barely even acknowledge her as your daughter.”

“The club would never accept it.” he tries again.

Smirking, I rub at my neck. “You’re the fucking president and a fucking good one at that.”

“Because they believe in me. They trust me, and I earn their loyalty. This could tarnish more than our reputation, son.”

The noises of the men downstairs float through the closed door as we sit in silence. It shouldn’t matter who I want to claim as my old lady. Mikayla and I weren’t related, and we’ve barely been the happy-go-lucky family.

I walk over to his desk, and he follows me back to his chair. “Find anything?”

“Yeah, we’re getting closer to narrowing it down.”

“How much has the fucker stolen?” I ask, clenching my teeth at the betrayal coursing through me. It hurts differently when someone you thought you could trust with your life might be the first to stab you in the back.

“Almost a half million over the past two years. He’s clever, I’ll give him that.” My father sighs, moving the paperwork into neat piles. The dark circles under his eyes make his features gaunt, showing his age and exhaustion more.

We were getting ready to start changing some of the businesses into my name when we saw the discrepancies in the book. He didn’t plan to step down as president any time soon, but it was better to be prepared beforehand than scrambling after the fact.

After everything my father has done for this club, the fact one of the brothers was willing to steal from him makes me angry enough to kill someone. And I know no matter how angry I was, the hurt in my father was twice that.

“Have you thought about bringing the others in this?” I ask.

He grunts. “How am I supposed to trust any of them?”

“Razer, Dodge, and Bear. They’ve been with us for our entire lives, and we would all kill for each other. I trust them.”

My father’s jaw tics. “I thought I could trust all of them.”

“I don’t think it’s any of the council. They helped you found this club, they wouldn’t betray us. But a brother we brought on from a word of another. He wouldn’t put you on a pedestal like we all do.”

He shakes his head, raising his eyebrow. “No one puts me on a pedestal, boy.”

Shrugging, I sit on the edge of his desk. “A lot of those men were headed for a long road of drugs after you guys got out of the service. Their gratitude is obvious every day. Dodge and I used to share the same crib when you and Bear didn’t have much money, and our moms fucked off.”

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