Page 32 of Biker Daddies

Granted, we did not rob a store.

We lied to our best friend.

We played him and made him question if he truly wants Harlow to meet this guy.

Bane is the first one to say something. “What the fuck?” he whispers harshly as he takes the chair next to Alto.

“What?” Alto blows the smoke into the wind, then pulls out his phone to check the time. “I have a tattoo appointment in an hour, so whatever needs to be said, say it.”

“What did we just do?” Bane questions, running a hand over his head.

“We only made him think of the possibilities of what would happen—” I begin to say when Bane cuts me off with a dirty look.

“Lie to yourself if you fucking want. Whatever makes you sleep at night, Colt. We are manipulative assholes.” A few MC brothers take that moment to walk outside the door.

Halo gives us a nod before swinging his leg over his bike. We have to wait a minute since his engine grumbles so damn loud I can barely hear myself think. When he’s gone, Bane’s cold, furious eyes land on me and shivers run down my spine.

He can be one scary motherfucker.

“Don’t act like what we did in there were favors for him. It was all selfish.”

Alto’s boots land on the porch with a loud thump and he tosses his cigarette on the ground, putting it out with his boot. “You’re right. It was.” Our VP lets out a huge breath. “We’ll meet at the tattoo shop where it’s more private. We can’t talk about this here. We obviously all are feeling the same way and it’s a problem, but it’s a problem with two solutions.”

He leans forward in his chair and Bane does the same. Since I’m not sitting, I take a step closer.

“It’s either we have her, or she goes with the biker from Washington. Let’s be honest, we won’t be able to have things go back the way they were. Not anymore.”

I nod in agreement. Things have changed and they changed fast. When I picture Harlow, it’s of her in my arms, or naked, or moaning my fucking name when I’m claiming her heat.

There are plenty of women I can have. I know. I’m cocky, arrogant, and I know I’m good-looking. I’ve used my looks to get me any woman I want. I have a smooth tongue and I often know the right words to say, but Harlow makes me feel anything but confident when it comes to having her.

“Maybe her going with that biker wouldn’t be such a bad idea,” I say before I think better of it. The thought of her being with someone else, someone else touching her, kissing her, has fury building inside me.

I’m an easygoing guy. I’m not an angry man, but the thought of her with someone else sends me into a rage.

“How could you say that?” Alto shakes his head. “Someone she doesn’t even know. To go somewhere she isn’t even familiar with. What if something happened to her?”

“We wouldn’t have to worry about betraying our friend. He wouldn’t let her go out with anyone who was bad for her. We’d have to trust him,” I explain. But even as I say the words, I don’t believe them.

Alto leans back, lacing his hands behind his head, and he’s about to reply when the door opens and Grizzly steps out.

He seems tired. Leaning against the wall, he pulls a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket, slides one out, and places it between his lips.

Too many of us smoke and it drives Lifesaver crazy.

“You guys have me second-guessing now,” he announces, staring off into the distance. “I can’t have Harlow moving away. She’s all I have, but it would be good for business, so maybe there’s a way for them to open a chapter here or something of that sort, if it works out.”

Another chapter? On his territory? Is he insane?

“I don’t think that’s a good idea either. This is our territory,” Alto states.

He sighs, knowing Alto is right. “I know.” He rubs his temples as if a headache is beginning to build.

I couldn’t be the president. There’s too much shit to deal with.

“Plus, Harlow doesn’t like being told what to do and she wouldn’t like getting set up, so I have to make it seem like her interest is hers, and not mine,” Prez says.

Her interest in that fucking biker can’t happen.

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