Page 91 of Biker Daddies

“She’s a woman. She’s beautiful—”

He hits me again.

“She’s everything—”

He punches me again.

And again.

Until my knees buckle.

“You can hit me until I’m dead. I don’t care. It doesn’t change…” I wheeze. “How I feel.”

“She isn’t some whore you can fuck. She was off-limits. You knew. You knew no members were allowed to touch her and you three…you go behind my back.” He laces his hands behind his head and paces for a second. “Have you touched her?”

I hang my head, my throat burning at the years of friendship being tested. “Grizz, don’t—”

He wraps his hands around my neck and chokes me, forcing me to look at him. “Did. You. Fuck. My. Daughter?” He bites out each word, his fury rising by the moment.

“No,” Harlow whispers. “They don’t treat me like that.”

Oh, we do. We treat her like the good little slut she is for our cocks, but I’m not saying that out loud.

“We have sex, but they don’t treat me like the club whores,” she adds quickly to her previous statement, so he can’t catch any ideas that we haven’t taken her virginity.

It’s his knee that lands against my chin. My teeth clamp together and my neck snaps back. I fall against the floor, groaning. “Fuck,” I curse, the pulsating pain steals my breath.

Colt hits the floor next and even Bane takes the hit.

“You fucking assholes.”

“Daddy, please stop,” Harlow sobs.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Everything will be okay,” I mumble through a swollen lip.

“Don’t you fucking dare talk to her like you give a shit about her. Don’t you fucking dare!” His voice is dripping with malice. “You don’t give a fuck about her. You’re an old man scratching a fucking itch. You won’t be touching her again.”

“Prez, listen to me,” I slur, my vision blurring from being hit one too many times. “She’s everything to us. We’d give our lives for her.”

“Harlow, go to your room,” he demands, treating her like a child.

I stand on my feet, wobbling, but I manage to stand. “Don’t talk to her like that. She isn’t a fucking child, Grizzly. She isn’t eight years old. You can’t tell her what to do. She deserves to be here.”

“Three of you? Three,” he scoffs as if he can’t believe it. “One is enough. Three. That’s unnatural! It…” He only gets more upset and shoves me again. “You three. Get the fuck out of this clubhouse and don’t you dare come back until I say. If I say,” he clarifies.

He rips my VP patch from my cut and it fucking cuts me to my soul. I clench my jaw and look away, hoping no one can see my emotion. He rips patches from Colt and Bane too. Bane is stunned, lips parted, eyes round, and devastated.

We knew this would be bad. We did. We knew it would be a big deal. We were three people Prez never expected to betray him like this.

I don’t see it as betrayal. I see it as an opportunity. “Grizz, who better than us to protect her? Who better than us to provide for her? Not only does she have one of us, she has three of us. Nothing will happen to her. She isn’t a club whore. She isn’t a one-night stand. She isn’t temporary,” I explain through blood in my mouth.

“She’s more than anything permanent,” Bane says next, to my surprise. “Forever won’t be long enough.”

“I don’t give a fuck. I don’t care what lies you have spun in your heads to make this okay. You are thirty-eight years old. All of you. I trusted you with her. Growing up, oh my god, did you…when she was little—”

It was my turn to punch him.

“Fuck you,” Colt says, taking the words right out of my mouth.

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