Page 43 of Biker Daddies

I hold my breath, then release it slow when I hear his bike grumble and pull away.

“Fuck.” This isn’t good. Nothing about this is good.

I’m already feeling jumpy. The air conditioning kicks on and the cool gusts drape over my skin, cooling the sweat beading on it from lying to my MC brother.

I don’t lie. None of us do, but this thing with Harlow will make us become liars.

“What the hell is this?”

I spin around to see Bane and Colt standing next to her as she studies her tattoos in the mirror.

This day is suddenly going to shit.

“Property of Alto?” she reads my property patch I placed right under her panty line. She checks the other side. “Property of Colt?” Harlow spins, checking out the crease where the thigh meets her ass. “Property of Bane?” she screeches. Then big tears form in her eyes. “What the hell? How…how am I going to explain this?”

“Explain it? No one is going to see you like this.”

She spins around, looking sexy as hell in her skimpy underwear and tight shirt, but the lust is sucked out of the room when I notice she’s still crying.

“I thought…I thought today meant something. I thought…I thought we were all on the same page, but this is cruel. I can’t believe you three would do this to me.”

“Do what?” Bane asks, genuinely confused.

He doesn’t do well with emotion. He has trouble placing it.

“You’re using my feelings for you, then making fun of me. Who does this? I can’t believe you’d tattoo your patch on me as a joke because I know how serious this is. Is it because I’m the Prez’s daughter? Is this payback because I texted you all last week? Was I even your first kiss, Bane? Was this all a setup? I know you guys don’t hand these out, so why wouldn’t you talk to me about it first?” She’s jerking on her pants, looking for all her things. “I don’t want to be a fucking secret anyway.” She snags her purse. “I saw how you acted with Match. I can only imagine how it would be out of these doors. What, you mark me as ‘yours’ and then forget all about me? Laugh it up later that you got the Prez’s daughter on the table, the virgin who doesn’t know any better?”

“What? No, Harlow. That isn’t it at all,” Colt tries to explain.

“And you were…” Bane says out of nowhere. “My first.”

I don’t know what he’s talking about right now, but all I know is that I need to stop her from leaving. I step in front of the door and hold out my hands.

“Wait. Let me explain. It isn’t what you think. We aren’t giving you a hard time or teasing you. God, we wouldn’t do that to you, Harlow. We want this. We want you. And your dad is planning on introducing you to another VP from another club. It’s a setup. He says it will be good for business.”

Her mouth falls open and more tears threaten to fall. “So you ruin me for all others with your property patch, even though I’m not yours, to ruin a business deal? Why not tell him you don’t agree with it? This is the rest of my life!” she yells at me, at all of us, really. “Dad’s plan will never work now because no man will want to see three other men’s names on me!”

“Good!” I yell at her in return. “Make no fucking mistake, Harlow. You are ours. Our names are on you. Our patches. And maybe we should have talked to you first, but we thought it was obvious. We thought we were all in agreement the moment you walked through these doors.”

“You don’t mean that. You know how I know? I remember a conversation between you and Colt saying how you’d never give a bitch your property patch because you never wanted to settle down. If so, it would be for business purposes only. That’s pretty convenient, isn’t it?” She pushes me out of the way and unlocks the door. “I hope like hell I hit it off with that VP. Maybe I won’t only be business to him.”

“Harlow!” I yell, but Colt grips my arm, stopping me from running after her.

I slam the door. “Fuck! Fuck, how did this happen?”

“We moved too fast,” Bane explains.

“No shit.” I flop down on the couch and stare at the ceiling. “How could she think that? I mean, why would she think we are so cruel?”

Colt pops a piece of gum in his mouth, something he does when he needs to smoke but can’t while he’s inside. “Plenty of things. There are three of us, so the dynamic will already be hard to explain.” He starts to number off reasons on his fingers. “She doesn’t want to be a secret and with how we acted with Match, I don’t blame her. We either are proud to have her or we let someone else have her. Then, there is that conversation we had about never giving out the property patches. That was years ago. I can’t believe she remembers that.”

“Idiots.” Bane crosses his arms and leans against the wall. “I can’t believe I have to pay for this. I didn’t even do anything. I’m guilty by association.”

We’re all guilty. Especially now.

“She’s right about one thing. No other biker will want to see another biker’s property patch on her. We have that going for us.”

I shake my head. “I don’t know. Knowing how headstrong she is, she’d probably get them removed.”

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