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Until Creed Winston.
As I snucka glance at him—after remembering the first time we met—I’d have to say that my feelings for him had grown over the years. His flawless model looks were a bit more rough-hewn now, as he had gotten into more than his fair share of fights. Also, he was the enforcer, so it was his role in the club to keep the peace, and when members would fight, he had to break them up.
So, needless to say, he had taken more than a few punches to the body while getting into fistfights. To be a good enforcer in the club, a biker needed three things. One, he couldn’t be scared of getting his hands dirty. He had to be prepared to be violent when called upon, and everyone knew enforcers always had rage boiling within them twenty-four seven, which meant the need to be violent wasn’t hard for them.
While they needed to be able to get into fights, they also had to stop members from fighting among themselves. Dad would only allow the members to get so much rage out, but when it crossed a line, Creed would step in—as expected. Usually, that meant Creed would step in when a member had broken a bottle or pulled a gun.
Enforcers also had to be muscular, and Creed—he was built like a tank. The muscles weren’t for show, either. They were to ensure that when Creed threw a punch, a member didn’t swing one back. The fact Creed was big played a part in stopping members too. They all knew he had the physical ability to rip two full-grown members apart, and sometimes up to three men.
Also, the enforcers were meant to have a fearless attitude.
Creed met all the requirements, not just to make a good enforcer but a great one. Dad knew this early on. I heard him admit it to Kobra one night when they thought I wasn’t around.
Dad being Dad hated Creed for two solid years. All because Creed wasn’t afraid to be my friend, even though Dad loathed it. By the third year, Dad’s hatred towards Creed turned to annoyance. Then, by the end of that year, Dad sort of admired Creed.Why? And how could Dad go from hating a man to admiring him?
It was because Creed stuck by his rules and didn’t cave to pressure—even when Dad made his life harder for nearly three years when Creed could have easily just stopped talking to me.
Still now, as I looked at him, I wondered why. Why did he put up with Kobra’s and Dad’s shit just to remain my friend? Creed wasn’t in love with me. He just liked me. He was the only man ever to put me before the club and the need to rank up in the club.
Dad had seen members use Ivy to climb the ranks at his table. I think that was why Dad was harder on Creed because of what happened with Taron.
Regardless, right now was a perfect example of Creed and my friendship. Windows down, music pounding, and Creed currently doing the speed limit because of Dad’s last lecture—which was all thanks to Ivy.
Creed turned the radio volume down with his tattooed fingers, and his eyes flashed off the road and over to me.
“It’s been nearly ten minutes,” he said and looked back at the road.
“Ten minutes? Since what?” I asked.
He glanced at me again. “Of you staring at me.” The corner of his lips twitched. “You checking me out, Doc?”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not a doctor.”
His gaze flashed from the road to me. “But you will be.”
I couldn’t explain the feeling that flooded me hearing that. Even since I told him that I was studying medicine, he’d nicknamed meDoc. And every time he called meDoc, I pointed out I wasn’t one, and yet he had this undying faith that I would be one day.
Having someone that wasn’t my blood believe in my dream of being a doctor—well, it gave me an indescribable feeling. Creed’s faith in me was another thing that made my love for him stronger. I had passed the point of lying to myself that I didn’t feel something for Creed—a long time ago.
I now could admit to myself that I loved Creed. But I loved him enough to know I wasn’t meant to be with him. The woman he needed and the woman I was, well, they weren’t the same, and it sucked every time I thought that.
I saw what loving a biker did to your heart. I watched Ivy break into small pieces, and she still wasn’t who she used to be before Taron. She gave a bit of herself to Taron, and he rode out with it, leaving her behind, and time hadn’t healed her.
“So,” he spoke, breaking my thoughts and bringing me back to the moment, “you going to tell me why you’re staring at me?”
“Just wondering when I should break the bad news to you.” I suddenly felt nervous. I hadn’t mentioned Dad’s offer to Creed yet, as I didn’t want to force him to have dinner with the Kincaids.
His gaze ripped from the road again, his expression serious. “What happened?” Concern painted those two words.
I felt uneasy when Creed turned onto a side street. Our family house was just up the road.
Being the daughter of the Mother Chapter president meant that nothing was normal. Not even where we lived. When Mum was pregnant with us kids, Dad built a semi-mansion on the land behind the club. It had a driveway to the house, but it was basically considered “inside” the club lines. I think Dad made it so everyone had that impression so people would think twice before coming to the house.
As for members visiting, it wasn’t allowed. In fact, members, even when drunk, knew better than to stumble up the path towards the house.
“Holly! What happened?” he snapped at me, slowing the car down as if trying to keep me in the car longer. I was sure he thought as soon as he pulled into our open gravel driveway, he wouldn’t get an answer.
“You’re having dinner with us,” I said firmly and watched his expression drop. Then he recovered quickly.
