Page 5 of Savage Bond

“Little Fox, did you wear that to school today?” Storm watches Dixie carefully.

She fidgets under his inspection, but she keeps her head held high and doesn’t hide from him. They were taught to be afraid of no one. Even though Oakley and Dixie aren’t as tough as Roxy, they still have a backbone stronger than most.

“Why does it matter what I wore to school?”

“Because if you wore this miniskirt, you’re going to be in trouble,” Storm growls.

“You’re not our dad, Stormy,” Oakley singsongs, knowing it will grate on Storm’s nerves, especially with that nickname. He hates it.

“What does that matter? I'm a man and I know without a doubt every little boy in your school would be staring at her with bad thoughts running through their head if she was wearing this.”

“I got changed when I got home,” Dixie whispers as tears fill her eyes. She jumps off the armrest and practically sprints into her bedroom. She slams the door making Storm wince.

“Nice job, slick. She was trying to look cute and get your attention.” Oakley rises from the couch and pats Storm on the shoulder as she heads to the door Dixie disappeared behind.

“You can’t really be that dense, Storm.” Roxy rolls her eyes and follows Oakley.

As soon as the door shuts behind them, Storm blows out a frustrated breath. He runs a rough hand through his hair and looks like he’s about to lose it.

“How am I the one in trouble for this? Little Fox shouldn’t dress like that.”

“Why not? All the biker bunnies dress worse than that and you never say a word.” I grin, knowing exactly why he doesn’t want her revealing so much skin.

“And they know exactly what they’re doing when they put on a miniskirt. It’s all to get people’s attention.”

“How is that different from what Dixie’s doing? She’s trying to get your attention.”

Though Storm’s twelve years older than me, he took me under his wing as soon as he became the vice president. I consider him my closest friend and one of the few people I trust in the world. That doesn’t mean I'm not going to bust his chops for being so oblivious to Dixie’s crush on him.

I swear she’s had heart eyes for him for as long as I can remember. Storm joined the club around when the girls were starting first grade. Dixie was instantly attached to his side and wanted to hold his hand wherever they went. Lucky for her, Storm had the job of watching the girls and me more often than not.

Most club members would’ve seen that as a punishment, but Storm saw it as an honor. He knew how important the triplets were to Porter and he was proud that Porter trusted him so much with the most valuable things in his world.

“She doesn’t want my attention,” Storm whispers as he shakes his head.

“Oh, please. That girl has been trying to get your attention almost her entire life.” I roll my eyes. In a way, I hate how he keeps ignoring Dixie’s crush. I don’t think it’s going away any time soon and pretending she’s not flirting is just making her think she needs to try harder.

“I can’t touch Little Fox and you know it,” he hisses, glancing over his shoulder at Dixie’s door.

“Would you if you could?” I arch a brow.

“I'm not stupid enough to answer that question.” This time it’s Storm that rolls his eyes.

“Why do you call her Little Fox? You never tell anyone when they ask.”

A soft smile spreads across Storm’s lips as he leans forward so his elbows are resting on his knees. His gaze is locked on his hands and I think he’s going to ignore my question like he normally does, but he surprises me.

“Think about the personality traits of a fox. They’re clever, resourceful, observant, adaptable, resilient, cunning, strategic, and quick problem solvers. That sounds an awful lot like Dixie.”

“Foxes are also playful and adorable.”

“Like I said, just like Dixie.”

“What about the other two? What are their spirit animals?” I grin. I can’t wait to see what he says about them.

“Roxy’s a honey badger. She’s fearless, relentless, and aggressive.”

I let my head fall back and my deep laughter fills the room. I can see that for my girl. She’s crazy and I love it.