Page 1 of Biker Daddies

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HARLOW

I’m only Daddy’s little girl sometimes.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my daddy. He’s the best man I’ve ever known and very protective, but sometimes, his nature to keep me safe smothers me. It’s why when I got accepted into the University of Nevada, even though I lived so close to it, I decided to get an apartment. I wanted to move out. I needed my own space, I needed to spread my wings, and I needed to do so much more than my father allowed me to do.

I had to experience life.

It doesn’t help the situation that my daddy is the President of the Venom Vultures MC in Las Vegas. He is brutal and intense, but I’m his weakness. So when I wanted to move out, I broke his heart, and it made me feel horrible. I had never seen him cry before. Even when Mom died when I was still a baby, he only teared up.

He’s the kind of man who keeps his emotions locked inside.

When I told him I wanted to leave? A tear dripped down his face, but he didn’t argue with me. He only nodded and stomped out of the room in his giant biker boots. I still see him nearly every day because someone from the club is always checking on me.

I’m an MC princess, apparently, and it isn’t the best thing for me to be out here on my own. Any one of Daddy’s enemies could find me and take me away.

It’s still a chance I’m willing to take.

“Okay, heads you tell a truth, tails you do a dare.” My best friend and roommate Meredith chuckles as she sips her pineapple and rum.

My daddy would be furious if he knew what I was doing, which only adds to my experience.

I make my gin and tonic, squeeze a hefty amount of lime juice in it, lick my fingers, and pucker my lips when the lime juice has my taste buds dancing. I hurry over to the oversized stuffed leather couch and plop down on it.

“Deal,” I say, taking a sip of my drink.

“Me too,” Addison echoes in agreement, taking a long swig of her beer.

I hate beer. I don’t know how Addison chokes the stuff down, but she doesn’t drink anything else.

“Okay, Harlow, you’re first.” Meredith hands me a quarter. “And no cheating,” she adds.

I drop my hand in my lap and give her a look. “How do you cheat with a quarter?”

Addison chuckles, tilting her bottle up to finish it, then stands to head to the kitchen and grab a new one from the fridge.

“I don’t know. I just thought it needed to be said.” Meredith rolls her eyes. “Okay, go. Flip the coin.”

I take a deep breath, nervous all of a sudden. I never really had friends growing up. Being an MC princess didn’t allow for such luxuries. High school was brutal because everyone was afraid of me because of the club. At first, I thought it was cool that I had so many MC members to have my back—they are my family—but it didn’t work out that way.

Meredith and Addison know who I am. I didn’t hide anything when I saw a post on the bulletin board around campus that they needed a roommate. Heck, they love it when the guys come over to fix things. The guys even fix their cars for them, from oil changes to tire rotations. The girls are smitten.

They probably wouldn’t be if they know what kind of women they had sex with. The guys call them club whores or changerounds—but me, I just call them desperate sluts looking to say they fucked a biker.

I say that, but then I think of my father’s best friends. Alto, Bane, and Colt. They have been friends with my daddy since long before I was born. So the history is long, which is why I know I don’t stand a chance. Plus, why would they want someone as young as me? They aren’t old. All three are thirty-eight, which is a nineteen-year age gap, but isn’t age just a number?

Daddy had me when he was very young. He was a prospect of the club at the time and Grandpa was the MC President. Daddy was nineteen, my age, when he had a newborn daughter, and he was happy. He said he wanted to make my mom his ol’ lady, but then she died.

A bullet to the head because of a rival MC. He’s never gotten over that. He’s never dated. I don’t even remember catching him with another woman. He still wears a ring on his finger even though my parents were never married.

He’s loyal, painfully so.

I hurt for him. I only want him to be happy.

Flipping the coin, I’m yanked back to the present with my friends instead of these sad thoughts. I watch as the quarter flips through the air in a blur, then lands on the ground. All three of us lean forward and I’m relieved when it lands on heads.

“Truth.” Meredith rubs her hands together evilly. “Spill the beads.”

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