Page 28 of Biker Daddies

“What a gentleman,” she mumbles, grabbing her smoke from the tray.

I snort as I sip my beer. “Says the bunny who was just on her knees.”

“Be lucky it was me. No other bitch would,” she sneers at me.

Before I can kill her, Bullwhip jumps from behind the bar and grabs Destiny by the arm, showing her out the door.

“What the fuck, Bullwhip?” she curses.

“We’re about to have church anyway. Anyone who isn’t a patched member needs to get the fuck out, and the next time I hear you talk like that to a member, you won’t be welcome back, Destiny.” He slams the door in her face and I spin around on the stool so no one can see my heated face.

I know the kind of man I am. I’m brutal. I’m a force. I’m ugly and I’m not kind. Knowing that and seeing reactions are two different things.

I shouldn’t give a fuck about what people think, and most of the time I don’t. I’ve grown used to being the outlier, the one no one wants, the one people cringe at when they see me, but Destiny’s reaction makes me think about Harlow.

What does she think of me? Truly, without alcohol clouding her judgment.

What does she think of the tattoos I have from head to toe? What would she think of the piercing I have through the tip of my cock? What does she think about my lips?

I don’t know why, but the thought of her ever looking at me in disgust, the way most do, hurts me.

I don’t like to feel that. I don’t like to feel anything other than being in control of my own emotions.

“You okay?” Bullwhip grips my shoulder and I glance down at the whip he always has attached to his hip.

I’d like to take that whip and strangle Destiny with it.

“I’m fine. Nothing I haven’t handled before.”

“Something you shouldn’t have to handle.” He jumps over the bar again and wipes down the countertop. “People are dicks. You don’t need them anyway.”

“I know. I sleep just fine too.” Except last night. I didn’t sleep at all.

Not that I’d tell Alto or Colt, but I snuck into Harlow’s room and sat in the chair in the corner of the room she slept in. I sat there and I watched her sleep. I wanted to make sure she was okay. I wanted to make sure she didn’t get sick again. I was worried.

I didn’t touch her. I only watched. I got to hear her sigh and mumble in her sleep.

I rub the middle of my chest, the desire for her growing.

My entire life changed in one night. Again.

Dramatic changes were a thing of the past. I’ve had a simple life since my mother killed my father and I buried him in our own backyard. I told myself no more life-altering moments. I was done.

Then last night happened and now the change is happening in full force and I don’t know how to stop it. I hate change.

“Alright. I’m calling church. Get your asses in the chapel,” Grizzly bellows, and that tiny bit of guilt eats away at my chest.

I push away from the stool, walking into the lion’s den, and there’s a part of me that wishes I never went to Harlow’s apartment to begin with. None of this would have happened and I wouldn’t be worrying about ruining one of the few friendships I have.

I wouldn’t be thinking about taking a chance on my best friend’s daughter.

Because I think I’m going to, and not even his friendship, not even my loyalty to him will be enough to stop me.

I sit down next to Alto at the head of the table. We have a system. Prez sits at the head of the table, then Alto since he’s the Vice President, then me since I’m Sergeant at Arms, and on the other side is Colt, the Road Captain. Next to him is Bullwhip, the Enforcer. Match is in the corner, prepared to take any notes since he’s the secretary.

“Okay, before we get started, I’m opening the room to any news that needs to get dropped,” Prez announces.

Alto, Colt, and I share a look. We promised Harlow we wouldn’t say a word, but how big will be the lie we weave?

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