Page 47 of Biker Daddies

“Are you sure? You’d be limiting to yourself to black and gray, but if you want I can add color. I can do it.”

“Can we see how it goes first?”

I nod at him. “Yeah, let’s set up an appointment. This might take a few sessions and they will be long. Okay?”

All of our phones buzz and at the same time Dart lets out one last scream.

“It’s a text from Prez,” Alto says, swallowing. “He wants everyone at the clubhouse now.”

“Damn it,” Bookie mumbles, jumping from the tattoo table.

“Don’t worry, we’ll make an appointment and get you in tomorrow, how’s that?”

“Sounds good. I wonder what’s going on for him to call a meeting in the middle of the day,” Match says, taking a picture of the sketch with his phone.

I could think of something, but I hope that isn’t it.

If he confronts us and we aren’t ready to claim her right then and there, any hope of having her as ours will go out the window.

We finish up with the guys to schedule their appointments and Dart comes out of the back room, an ice pack on his cock.

What a baby.

He’s sweating and a little pale. “I’m never doing this again. Nope. Never,” he grumbles. “I’m so glad I drove the truck today. I don’t think I’ll be able to ride on my bike.”

After setting Match and Bookie up with their appointments, we close the shop, get on our bikes, and head out to the clubhouse.

My stomach is in knots about what this meeting could be about, but I don’t want to get ahead of myself or make the situation worse.

One by one we pull into the gate and my worry increases when I see Harlow’s car there.

Alto parks next to me and we share a worried look. Whatever comes, we will have to deal with it. Colt, Alto, and I walk into the clubhouse together and take a seat on the couch with everyone else.

Grizzly is pissed. He slams the door so hard the house shakes, then he locks it.

“Harlow?” he yells her name and she comes out from the room he keeps here for her.

She’s still crying.

“Fuck,” Alto curses under his breath.

I want to get up and kiss the tears away. I want to taste them on my tongue. I want to feel her sorrow and take it in as my own, so she feels nothing but peace.

There is one thing that no one questions Grizzly about and it’s his nickname for Harlow. She’s Daddy’s little girl and he would move heaven, hell, and everything in between for her.

But I wouldn’t move it.

I’d burn it all down so she could have heaven, hell, and everything in between for herself.

“Someone made my sugarplum cry,” Grizzly growls in his throat, so low and deadly even I get a shiver of fear up my spine.

“Daddy, it’s fine.” Her eyes barely meet ours before she’s turning around and giving us her back. “It isn’t a big deal. I only came here to see you so I can feel better. Can’t we watch a movie? Do you have club business? I want some time with you,” she says.

His face softens and he kisses her forehead. “We will watch anything you want and have these assholes make popcorn. Don’t worry, sugar. I’ll make this better. No one makes you cry.”

Suddenly, I feel like I’m fifteen.

His face hardens again and he narrows his eyes at all of us. “I want to know who made her cry. Go to the campus and question all the boys—”

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