Page 18 of Biker Daddies

I’ll take it.

“I got ya.” Colt’s arm snags around my waist to stop me from falling and the warmth from his body relaxes me.

I can’t help it, I snuggle in, using my drunken regret to let me enjoy his touch.

“Do you—do you have a boyfriend?” Alto asks, and I don’t think anything of it.

“Why? Are you going to go run and tell my daddy?” I hiccup before giggling.

“No,” he forces through gritted teeth. “Just answer the damn question.”

“Nope.” I pop the p. “No boyfriend.”

“Good,” Alto says.

“Alto,” Bane snaps in warning. “Enough.”

“I’m the one in charge. Not you,” Alto retaliates.

Bane swings me into his arms before I take another step.

Oh, I don’t have shoes on.

“Don’t want you walking on the pavement, Princess. There could be broken glass all over this parking lot.”

“I’m not a princess,” I argue.

Bane gives me a look of disbelief before chuffing with a shake of his head. “You’re the biggest princess I know…Princess,” he adds for the hell of it, knowing it would tick me off.

I’m not a princess in the royalty sense, but in the MC sense, I am.

Every club knows it too, and it’s the reason why I hate being called a princess. It’s all I ever am to anyone.

One day, I’d like to be more to someone.

I know I’m young. I’m nineteen, but I’ve seen so many things. I’ve seen death, because that’s part of the job when you’re the Prez’s daughter. All I have ever been is a prize for someone to hold over my father’s head, and until I can get out of the life, that’s all I’ll ever be.

“Damn it,” Bane curses, which isn’t unusual. “I put her keys in my pocket.”

Without wasting a second I dive my hand down, pretending to search for his pockets, and slide my hand over his zipper.

He growls low, placing his mouth to my ear. “Harlow, watch it.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to,” I slur, hiding my smile in his shoulder so I don’t give myself away. I slide my hand in his pockets and tug out my keys.

“Fucking trouble,” he says, clicking the fob that unlocks my car.

He lies me down in the back and the moment my head hits the seats, everything spins and another rush of alcohol hits me.

“I don’t feel good. Where are Colt and Alto? Bane?” I panic a little, thinking I’m all by myself when the car door opens and a rush of air slips inside, rolling over my heated flesh.

“Hey, Princess. You’re okay. I’m here.” Bane takes my hand while the other presses against my temple. “You’re okay. I’m going to get you to our house, okay? We’ll take care of you. The guys will be right behind us on their bikes.”

“I’m sorry. I know this isn’t how you wanted to spend your night. I don’t mean to be annoying. I don’t drink much. We aced our tests and wanted to…” I hold my stomach, turning to my side when my mouth waters, threatening more sickness again. “Just wanted to celebrate.”

Bane chuckles and I feel the rough pad of his fingers move my hair out of my face. “We’ve all been there, Princess. Truly, nothing to be ashamed of. I’m glad it’s us here and not someone else.”

He’s never been the guy who talks a lot, so his words make me smile while my eyes hood with exhaustion. “Yeah?” I ask on a sigh, my cheek resting against the cloth seat.

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