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“Our father nicknamed you as the club’s Princess when you were still in diapers, so you’d better get the fuck over it already.”
“Our father is dead!” She didn’t know why she felt the need to state the obvious, but it just came out.
“And we all should be fuckin’ happy about that!” Zeus roared but instantly came to his senses and grabbed her into another tight hug.
“I’m sorry, sis. I shouldn’t have—”
She shook her head, smearing her tears all over his black IVMC shirt underneath his cut.
“I know you’re right. He was a monster at the end and he almost hurt Ariella and Gwenn. I’m grateful they could escape. It’s just hard sometimes…”
She pushed away memories of that night she’d found a girl bleeding in one of the upstairs bathrooms. The girl had whispered that Amara’s father had sliced her up. The wound looked horrible as blood kept flowing through the towel that Amara held against the girl’s stomach. The girl—around the same age as Amara—frantically begged her to help her escape the house. She made Amara promise to never tell anyone, afraid that her father would come after her.
“What you’ve witnessed tonight, with Cat’s kidnapping... You can’t discuss this with anyone.”
She fought the urge to roll her eyes. How many times hadn’t she heard the phrase ‘It’s club business’ while growing up as the youngest daughter of the President of the Iron Vikings MC? And now that her brother turned President, he figured she had to hear the same shit all over again?
Zeus continued, “We’re working on it, so hopefully this lockdown won’t last too long.”
Amara sighed. Zeus discussed every single thing with Gwenn while he deliberately kept his sisters in the dark.
Her brother and Gwenn were the type of couple that worked better if Gwenn was in the know about everything. Amara had once overheard the guys talk in the kitchen about Gwenn torturing some guy in the clubhouse basement. It was clear that Gwenn was a very ‘hands on’ type of Old Lady.
Why couldn’t her brother trust her more? While Zeus and Demon were in awe of Gwenn, they still treated Amara like a little girl even though she’d turned twenty-one months ago.
She dared a glance over her shoulder into the living room, finding Wolf waiting on Zeus. He quickly turned his head after their eyes locked.
Her father only trusted a few brothers in his home and around his daughters, and after several long nights staying up together while Wolf watched the house, they became friends. She’d always kept hope that Wolf would finally see her as something more than his best friends’ younger sister.
They talked several times a day, sending each other stupid memes and tagging each other under dumbass online videos. It all stopped just recently when Amara finally told her brother that she’d caught feelings for his best friend.
Zeus had never taken Amara’s crush too seriously over the years, since he’d figured that she would realize soon enough that his VP would never change.
After Amara’s confession about her feelings for Wolf, Zeus made sure that the prospects checked on the house and Amara, leaving his VP at the clubhouse. Amara knew all too well what went on there. She’d seen it first hand during the last lockdown, right after her father’s new club, the Strong Riders, kidnapped Gwenn a few months ago.
Amara left her brother behind in the hallway as she walked up the stairs. She would pack her things and go along with another lockdown at the clubhouse. What other choice did she have?
They wouldn’t leave her alone at the house since they needed every member and prospect at the clubhouse. Arguing was futile.
Amara had done her part tonight by playing the dutiful club princess, exactly like her father had instilled in her. She’d made the brothers coffee while they tried to find out where the Strong Riders had taken Cat.
She had cleaned up the hundreds of pieces of glass from the vase that Cat's brother Devlin had thrown across the room in agony. Amara sat around waiting on any order or question from the brothers; ready to help them out.
However, the mere idea of spending the next few weeks in lockdown at the clubhouse made Amara sick to her stomach all over again. She would be forced to witness Wolf in his natural habitat amongst the sweetbutts.
There was just no escaping his whoring ways there. Amara knew that if she had to see him openly fuck one of those skanks that it would break her.
“You have ten minutes to pack your bag!” Zeus shouted from the bottom stairs.
Just ten minutes before she would have to face reality.
Amara tried to focus on the good news that at least she would be reunited with Cat. She would try and help her friend get over this horrible experience. With any luck, she could escape Wolf all together during her stay there.
CHAPTER TWO
Wolf entered the clubhouse bar filled with brothers instantly looking over at him, waiting for their VP to bring them up to speed.
He swept a few empty glasses from the bar before hopping on top of the sticky oak wood. Wolf put his fingers between his lips and silenced the crowd with a sharp whistle.
