It’s beena few days since I heard anything about my car, and if I’m honest, I’m relieved. I feel comfortable here. They’ve all accepted me as one of their own . . . well, all accept the club whores. They see me as some sort of threat. Meli is in her element. She’s never been so relaxed anywhere before, and it’s nice to see her flourish.
Rochelle and I have become close over the last few days, and she has been a godsend, helping out with my daughter. I know she’ll make an amazing mum one day. I’ve never really been allowed friends, so having someone to lean on has made a huge difference to me. I dread them telling me my car’s repaired and I need to be on my way.
And Rock, this huge biker, seems to consume my every thought. I want nothing more than to make a move, but he doesn’t know the real me or the world I’m so desperately trying to escape. I’m lost in my thoughts when the doors swing open, crashing into the plasterboard. As I look up at the commotion, dread fills me. I grip Meli to my chest, my throat closes, and he takes a few short strides towards me.
Darius’s frame towers over me.He’s found me.
I tremble under his watchful eyes. “You fucking bitch,” he bellows as he grabs me by the roots of my hair and pulls me to stand, “thinking you could hide out with my daughter with these fucking arseholes.” I hold Meli closer to me as she kicks and screams to get out of my grasp.
Rochelle rushes from the bar. “Who the fuck are you?” she spits, and I look across at her, pleading with my eyes to leave it. I’d never forgive myself if he harms her.
The door to where the bikers have been holding church crashes open. “What the fuck is going on?” Drifter shouts, taking in the scene in front of him.
Rock follows behind him, looking positively pissed. He strides across to us, his jaw twitching and his fists clenched. “Take your fucking hands off her,” he shouts, and Drifter is by his side in minutes.
Darius laughs maniacally, gripping my hair tighter and dragging me towards the exit. I scream as I feel the strands beginning to pull out at the roots. “She belongs to me. That’s my pussy and my fucking daughter,” Darius spits.
Rock places himself between us and the exit. “She isn’t going anywhere with you,” he growls, blocking the doorway. “Final warning.”
“Is that so? And what are you and your fucking goons going to do about it?”
Before I know it, Rock has pulled back his arm and his fist crashes into Darius’s nose. He instinctively lets go of my hair and covers his busted nose. I wrap my arms around Meli as Rochelle does the same to me, walking us away as Rock continues to rain blows down on Darius.
I’ve done this. This is my fault.
“I’m so sorry, Rochelle,” I cry, and she places her arm around my shoulders.
“You have nothing to apologise for,” she announces while leading me up to the bedroom.
ROCK
This prick’snose pisses with blood. He eyes me, and I dare him to test my ability to put him on his arse. Seeing his hands on Red made me lose my shit. No man should ever touch a woman like that, especially one I’ve come to feel something for. Who does this arsehole think he is, coming into this fucking clubhouse and dragging a woman out by her hair?
“You’ll pay for this,” he grumbles, spitting blood onto the floor. “You don’t know who you’re fucking messing with.”
I flex my knuckles, inspecting the damage. “Don’t let the door kick you on the way out, you prick,” I retort.
He walks away with one arm wrapped around his chest where I’ve clearly broken a few ribs and another holding his busted nose.
“Not seen you lose your shit like that in a long time, brother,” Drifter says, grabbing my shoulder.
“Well, you didn’t have me as your Enforcer for no reason, right?” I smirk, and he throws his head back, laughing.
“Brother, you like her, don’t you?” I side-eye him and sigh. It’s pointless hiding anything from him.
“I don’t know what it is about her, Pres. It’s like I’m a moth being drawn to the flame.” I sit on a stool at the bar, and he follows me.
“Sometimes, Rock, you just know.”
“She isn’t from this world, though, Pres.”
“That may be so, but over the last few days, she’s fitted in pretty well. And by the looks of what just happened, she could do with being a part of this world.”
I place my head in my hands. What the fuck? I’m well and truly pussy whipped and I haven’t even had a taste yet. But I’ve not been able to fuck a club whore either. Every time I close my eyes, I see Red’s piercing blue eyes watching me, taunting me.
I makemy way upstairs to check on her. As I open the door, I spot her sitting on the bed. Her eyes are puffy, letting me know she’s been crying.
Rochelle sits on the bed next to her with Meli in her arms.
