Page 90 of Biker Daddies

I’m bigger than him, so it’s easy for me to wrap my arms around his waist, maneuver, and throw him to the floor. He kicks his leg out, swiping my feet from under me and I land hard on my back.

“Stop! Stop it, Alto! That’s enough,” Harlow yells, but I’m too fucking angry.

I hate this motherfucker. I want to kill him. I will kill him. Mark my fucking words, he will be dead by my hands.

Colt drags me away as I try to attack Grim again, and Bane steps in front of me, bringing a knife to Grim’s throat.

“This scarred-up motherfucker will do the same to you,” he says so darkly, even drenched in sweat, a cold chill sweeps across my skin. “What do you say, Grim? You want to smile?” Bane makes Grim look tiny, and with a hold on Grim’s throat, he teases the tip of the blade back and forth across his lips. Not deep enough to cut, but enough to make Grim swallow.

“Bane, that’s enough. Get off the guest right now,” Grizzly orders, and Bane tucks the knife in his cut before standing. “What the fuck is going on here?” he asks, looking at someone to explain what just happened. “Alto, you started it, you tell me. Why the hell is my VP acting out of character? You represent me,” he shouts, banging his chest. “He is a guest. I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like it.”

“He talked bad about Bane. A long time ago, you would have given a shit.”

“I do give a shit, but Bane is a grown man who can handle himself. Can’t you?” Grizzly asks him.

Bane shrugs because I know Bane likes violence of any kind.

“It’s fine, you know what? I have a meeting anyway,” Grim states, finally getting to his feet. He wipes his mouth and blood tints the back of his hand. “I’ll see you around, Grizzly.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you do have a meeting. Why don’t you—”

Harlow smacks me in the gut to stop me from talking.

“Just get the fuck out,” I say, wiping my forehead on the back of my arm.

Grim grabs Harlow’s arm and tries to drag her out and that has Bane throwing his knife. It slices Grim across the arm and lands perfectly in the door.

“Fuck!”

I slam him against the wall and wrap my hands around his throat. “No one touches her. Do you understand me? No one.” I squeeze harder, waiting for him to die. “No one threatens her. No one touches what is mine!” The admission slips through my rage and Grim, even on the brink of death, has the audacity to smile.

“Let. Him. Go.”

I do as Grizzly says, shutting my eyes as the weight of what I just did falls on my shoulders.

“Yeah, I’ll be by later. Harlow, don’t go anywhere. I haven’t forgotten about the coffee.”

“The coffee isn’t fucking happening!” Colt shuts, shoving him out the door. “Stay away from her, do you understand me? Stay away from Harlow.”

“Not a chance,” Grim says, low enough for me and Colt to hear but no one else, and jumps on his bike.

Grizzly slams the door and shoves me back, fisting my cut. “You better not have said what I think you said. You better not have said Harlow is yours because so help me God, Alto, I don’t think I’ll ever forgive you.”

“Daddy,” Harlow whispers, tears in her eyes.

“No,” he silences her. “This isn’t your fault, sugarplum. You’re a teenager. You’re twenty years old now. I haven’t even been able to celebrate your birthday with you. Is this why? Because you’ve been with him? Don’t answer that,” he says quickly, pushing me back. “You are an adult!” he shouts. “A grown fucking man and you’re with my daughter? Mine?” He punches me across the face and I take it.

“Daddy, stop it! Stop. It isn’t just him.”

Grizzly freezes. “I swear if you’re being treated like a club whore—”

“No, I’m not. It isn’t like that. It’s Bane and Colt too,” she says, and all the members of the MC gasp, talking quietly amongst themselves.

“My best friends?” He stares at me in shock, in betrayal, and if I’m not mistaken, his eyes become red and misty. “The three of you? The men I’ve counted on my entire life and you do this to me? My little girl?”

“She isn’t a little girl,” I say, trying to figure out a way to explain myself.

He punches me again, then Colt, and Bane. All three of us. We don’t move and no one tries to intervene. We deserve the punishment and his anger.

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