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To Viking:I’m home and going to bed.
I press send, thinking it’s not exactly a lie. I’m home and I’m tired. Moving on to the next, I go down the line making sure to respond to everyone. Once I finish, I set my phone down and pick up the remote to the massive seventy-inch TV my dad gifted me with when I first moved into my place. His words ring in my head, “Gotta go big for those movies you like watching. It’ll make you feel like you’re in a movie theater.” He wasn’t wrong.
I scroll through the list of movies I’d bought on my Fire Stick and pick theLabyrinth. It’s one of my favorite movies plus David Bowie back then . . . wearing a pair of tights the way he does . . . ugh yeah, talk about hot.I reach out and snag the throw blanket off the back of the couch and settle in for the rest of the night, knowing I’ll most likely crash, doing it to the sounds of David’s luring voice.
CHAPTERTWO
GRIMM
The wind whips around me, the cool air hitting my skin with a welcoming touch. After ditching the would-be prospect piece of ass for the night, I got on my bike. My thoughts are all over the place, and I needed to clear my head. With my position as the club’s enforcer, I’ve got to stay on my toes, and it’s not easy when all I want to think about is a certain girl who’s grown into a beautiful woman. One that has driven me nuts from the moment I realized she’s not a girl any longer.
Fuck.
When it comes to Apricot, I do everything I can to stay the fuck away from her. She’s not just Scorpion’s daughter, but Hydra’s niece making her not just a daughter to one of the members. Sheisthe club princess. She and her sister, CJ, though CJ didn’t grow up here.
I hit the throttle and shake my head slightly. I need to not be thinking of Apricot. Not just because she’s a club princess, she’s too fucking good for me. When you look into her eyes you can see the purity . . . the innocence that should never be tainted. Not by anyone.
Especially not by me.
Growing up, I lived in the dredges of shit. My folks could get two shits about me. They much preferred the booze, pills, and whatever else they could get their hands on. The only time I existed to them is when they got that check from the state for food and whatnot. I learned quickly that it’s every man for himself out there.
I ended up going down a path that would have eventually led to me being locked up or rotting dead in a ditch somewhere one day if not for Hydra and Rock. They saved me when I needed it most. They got me away from the crew I’d been a part of and brought me to the clubhouse. It took a bit for me to take to it and come to terms with the fact my life had changed. Changed in such a way that I never look back. Hell, I don’t even know if my folks are still alive or not, and I couldn’t care less if they were.
But it’s because of my past, I know I could never touch Apricot and need to stay away from her, though that shit ain’t easy. She’s not one for taking a hint sometimes and the last time she tried flirting with me months ago, I know I fucking hurt her.
* * *
I’m sitting at the bar nursing a beer when I notice her. Dressed in a pair of tight jeans that conforms just right to her ass and an off-the-shoulder top, baring that peaches and cream skin, I swear she’s got every single man in the bar rock hard. Damn but the woman is a vision, and I can only imagine what having her under me would be like.
On that thought I take a hefty swig of the beer, chugging it the rest of the way down. I turn away from the view of Apricot on the dance floor with the other ol’ ladies and motion for the bartender to get me another one.
Why I thought coming to Toxicity was a good thing I don’t know. Maybe because my brothers conned me into coming with them tonight. We own the joint but rarely come to the place. I think the only time we’re here is if one of my brothers’ women want to go or one of us wants a piece of strange and not deal with the torpedoes.
The bartender sets a beer in front of me, and just a small form squeezes between me and the person next to me. I bite back the groan as I realize who it is and regret instantly that I didn’t sit in the VIP section.
“Hey, Grimm,” Apricot says, giggling. Her face bright.
“Hey, Apricot,” I return her greeting and do my best to ignore her, but she leans into me, making it hard to do so. Not when her tits are pressing into my arm. I meet her gaze and quirk a brow. “You wanna step back, babe?”
“I know you want me, Grimm. Why don’t you just take me?” she blurts loud enough for me to hear her, but I highly doubt anyone else would’ve.
My cock, already hard from watching her move, hardens to the point I wouldn’t be surprised if it burst through the zipper. It’ll sure as hell have the impressions of it. “Apricot, I’m not a man you toy with, and I don’t play with little girls.”
“I’m not a little girl,” she rasps, lifting a hand to trail along my chest.
I wrap a hand around her wrist and gently stop her, but not gentle enough. I need her to get what I’m about to say because I can’t let her push me. If she keeps up where she’s going with this, I’ll let her and I’ll fuck her.
“Apricot, I won’t tell you again. Now go find someone else to play with. You ain’t gettin’ it from me ‘cause I ain’t touching you.”
“Why?” she whispers, the smile vanishing from her lips, and those dimples I love seeing in the corners go with it. “Why won’t you touch me?”
“Because you ain’t my type.” I nod, knowing it’s complete bullshit. She’s got the tits, hair, ass . . . fuck, she’s even got the legs. “I like a woman who knows what the fuck she’s doing. You don’t.”
With that said, I reach into my pocket, grab my wallet, pull out a twenty, and drop it on the bar top. I slide off the stool, ignoring the look on Apricot’s face, and put my wallet back in my pocket. I continue to keep from looking at her and head for the exit.
* * *
I grimace at the fact I’d hurt her that night, and since then, she’s avoided me. That doesn’t mean I haven’t caught her watching me. She’s not as good at hiding her stares as I am.
