Page 31 of Biker Daddies

Why the fuck can’t one of us try and woo her? Why does a fucking stranger have more trust and respect than we do?

Prez stares at me, cocking his head before his fingers dig into the back of his chair. “No, I’m not going to make my sugarplum marry anyone. I wouldn’t ever do that to her. I’m hoping they hit it off is all. He’s coming down to talk business but he knows about Harlow too, so he’s looking forward to the trip.”

“I’m sure he is,” Alto sneers for all to hear.

I give him a look of warning, giving a slight shake of my head so he doesn’t say anything else.

“Excuse me? Do you want to repeat that, Alto?”

“Prez, come on,” Alto scoffs. “You’re really going to fall for this guy coming down here to do business and then meeting up with Harlow? What if he just uses her?”

“I’ll kill him,” Prez says as the obvious answer. “We would all kill him. I know how much Harlow means to everyone here. All of you would have to trust him. I wouldn’t ever let my sugarplum date anyone my club didn’t like or respect.”

Right. His…sugarplum.

Fuck, that nickname only makes me feel guiltier because it reminds me she’s only nineteen.

Well, she’ll be twenty soon.

That doesn’t make what I’m thinking about doing to her any better.

“Prez, an outsider, really?” I lean in, placing my elbows on my knees. “Sure, he’s from a respectable MC, but that doesn’t mean shit. He could be sizing us up, using Harlow against you.”

“And if that’s the case, we will be prepared.” He sits down and his eyes dart from me, to Alto, then to Bane. “Why? What’s going on? Why are you guys questioning this?”

“I just don’t want her to get hurt, Prez. Like you said—” Alto taps his finger on the table. “—We care about Harlow and we’re just being protective. Obviously, we will be respectable.”

Grizzly nods and I let out a breath slowly, relieved he isn’t questioning us, but I don’t think we were too obvious about our interest in Harlow.

“I know and I like that. Everyone here has been great at keeping her safe. I appreciate it.”

“It’s going to suck,” Bane says out of nowhere, and all the attention is on him.

“What will?”

Bane’s eyes cut to Grizzly. “When she moves to Washington to be with the VP.”

Grizzly is taken aback. “Move?”

Alto hides his small smirk, catching on to what Bane is saying. “Yeah, Grizzly. I mean, she’ll have to move. You won’t be able to see her as much. That’s alright. We can go on trips.”

“It will be odd not seeing her around,” I add.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice the other members nod in agreement.

“Move,” Grizzly grumbles as if he hasn’t thought about it yet. “Nothing is set in stone, damn it! And no one is taking my sugarplum away from me. So stop mentioning that. She isn’t moving. End of story.”

“Grizzly.” Alto sounds as if he is in disbelief. “You’ve had to have thought about this.”

He growls. “I thought he’d come here.”

“Why? He has a bigger, more reputable MC in Washington. He’d be able to give her more. Her going there would be the smarter option.”

“We are dropping this conversation. They might not even like one another,” Grizzly snarls at us. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Someone go get those damn drugs so Lifesaver can test it. Church is over. Get the hell out.”

I push away from my seat, hiding my smile as we leave the room one by one. Alto tilts his head to me and Bane, then walks out the front door.

We follow him and find him sitting on one of the rocking chairs. He lights a cigarette and blows out the smoke. My heart is racing with adrenaline from what just happened. I feel like we’re kids again, robbing the store of a candy bar and thinking we’re total badasses.

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