Daddy Protector: MC Romance (Pythons MC)

by Sadie Savage

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  Daddy Protector

  An MC Romance

  By: Sadie Savage

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  Table of Contents

  Daddy Protector

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Shifter Romance

  MC Romance

  About the Author

  Preview of Daddy Biker: Pythons MC

  Daddy Protector

  Chapter 1

  “Damn it, Michelle, I told you time and again not to move my things! It’s hard enough being out on the streets trying to protect the city without having to come home and deal with this shit!”

  “I’m sorry, Alan,” Michelle pleaded, her voice a hoarse whisper. She knew the look in his eye. He was all out of forgiveness tonight.

  “What’s sorry going to do to give me my time back?” Alan shouted, getting right into Michelle’s face. She could smell him now, the scent of tobacco and a hint of fast food; she could feel the heat of his breath on her cheek as he shouted. She would be in real trouble when he began to grit his teeth.

  “Just…just tell me what you’re looking for. I can help you find it!”

  But it was too late for compromise. It always seemed too late for compromise.

  Michelle cried out in pain as Alan’s fist met her cheek and she felt a sudden jolt of alarm. One of her back teeth had cracked the last time and now it had shattered completely. Alan didn’t seem to notice though, nor would he care if he did. Michelle held her head in her hands as the blows continued, until he felt satisfied and pulled away.

  “I told you this a million times,” he said. “Don’t move my stuff.”

  But not moving his stuff meant that they lived in a filthy home, because God forbid the man ever pick up after himself. She just couldn’t bring herself to live like a pig anymore. Every time she cleaned, she was punished for it. But that wasn’t all she was punished for, not by a long shot. Even things he seemed to exaggerate and imagine got her into hot water. All because Alan was the chief of police and he felt like he could get away with murder- even in his own home.

  She tried once before to report Alan for domestic abuse. She had the bruises to prove it and had gone, her hands shaking the whole time, to the police station, where an incredulous man took her statement. He left for a few moments before returning with Alan, of all people, and they sat down together.

  “My buddy here says you like to make up stories when you don’t get your own way,” the man, whose tag read Officer Graham, said.

  Alan grinned at her the whole time.

  “She’s a compulsive liar, really. Lies about things she doesn’t even need to lie about. She’s willing to hit herself hard enough to bruise and then try to make me look bad for it!”

  Alan knew just what to say to make her sound insane and it seemed the harder she fought, the easier it was for him to entrap her. Graham knew the truth though. She knew he did. He just wasn’t willing to risk his promotion to help her. Or maybe some archaic part of him felt it was justified to hit a woman to keep her in line. No matter who she spoke to in the station, Alan always managed to show up and turn Michelle’s words against her. And that was that.

  “Bring me my fucking bootlaces,” Alan growled down at Michelle, who was hunched on the floor, trembling as she attempted not to cry. Alan hated it when she cried. The consequences weren’t worth it.

  Michelle listened to his heavy footfalls disappearing into the living room and waited a few moments before standing up. She walked steadily to the bathroom and cleaned the blood off her face, purposefully avoiding her reflection in the mirror. Things just couldn’t get any worse.

  ***

  That weekend, Michelle was tending to her plants, the only hobby she had that Alan hadn’t tried to destroy, when the phone rang. Something about it gave her a chill and she frowned, giving one final mist to her peace lily before heading to the phone. At first, she thought that maybe Alan had been injured in the line of duty, which upset her regardless of the fact that he was abusive. Some part of her still cared about the asshole. However, when she answered, the deep, gravelly voice that inhaled and then said, “Hey kid,” made the goosebumps stand up on her arm.

  “Is that you, Blade?” Michelle whispered. If Blade was calling her, it could mean nothing good.

  “Yep,” he said, trying to be as cheerful as possible. But she could tell he wasn’t happy. “I have some bad news, Michie. Your dad had a thing with his heart last night. He didn’t make it.”

  “What?!”

  Michelle slumped down to the floor and closed her eyes. Of course, she had known this was a possibility. He had been sick a long time and had lived a good, long life. But the news still shocked her deeply and a small well of grief began to pool in her eyes.

  “I’m sorry, kid. I didn’t want you to get some bullshit call from the police. People who didn’t know or really care about him, you know? He was my best friend. He’d have wanted it this way.”

  “Well…what do we do?” Michelle asked, totally distressed. “I’ve never planned a funeral.”

  “Relax and take it easy, all right? The MC is taking care of everything. You don’t have to lift a finger. We’re going to have the funeral Tuesday. How does that sound?”

  “Tuesday,” Michelle repeated, her tears falling silently down her face as she listened numbly to Blade’s comforting voice. “I think my husband has a work thing but I will be there.”

  “All right,” Blade said, his deep voice reassuring. “I’ll come pick you up, all right? It’s kind of a private spot that people on four wheels would normally have a hard time getting to.”

  Michelle smiled despite herself. Of course, it was.

  “Okay,” she whispered. “Thanks.”

  “Yup. You hang in there, all right? Everything’s going to be fine.”

  Michelle hung up, the calm, soothing voice of Blade still echoing in her mind. Everything was going to be fine. As long as she could manage to get Alan’s approval to leave for the funeral, then yes, it would. The idea of him saying no made her breath catch in her throat and Michelle had to close her eyes to try to ward away the panic. Alan would say yes. He could be terrible but he was an honor-bound man. Blade was right. Everything would be fine.

  Chapter 2

  Blade grinned privately to himself as young blonde mothers with small blonde children, all dressed in ugly pastel colors and golden jewelry, eyed him with suspicion. He had loosened the muffler on his bike, a tradition at his MC that made funerals a festive occasion. It was a little like the way soldiers got a salute with guns. Warriors of the MC got sent off with the pure sound of their bikes. It was beautiful, in a way.

  But these suburban housewives clearly thought that it was rude for a dirty biker to be coming out this way a
nd he wound through the obnoxious streets of the little stuck-up neighborhood, sensing the women’s eyes glued upon him. They were either waiting to see where he was going so they could file an official complaint against the neighbor who was bringing in such a trashy element, or they were drinking him in, their repressed little housewife hearts atwitter with the freedom a man like Blade represented.

  He laughed out loud to himself as he finally found the driveway of Michie’s house. He dismounted the motorcycle and strutted to the front porch, scowling at the ugly welcome mat and the golden trim of the doorbell. Who would have thought the daughter of the most sensible man he’d ever known would grow up to have such bad taste?

  “Blade!”

  All of the thoughts were driven out of his head when she opened the door. He was shocked by the beautiful woman standing before him. He hadn’t seen Michie since she was a young girl, before she went off to live with her mother and apparently became brainwashed by this yuppie suburbia. He had to tear his thoughts away and fight hard against the attraction he felt when Michelle threw her arms around him and began crying against his chest.

  “Hey, it’s going to be fine, kid,” he said, suddenly remembering what he was there for. Zeke had died, leaving his daughter practically an orphan. As far as he’d heard, Bernice had taken off with a man halfway across the world and never contacted Michie. It was a rough break for the girl. Always had been.

  “I can’t believe you’re here,” Michelle said, pulling away and beaming up at him. Blade’s heart hammered unwelcomely. She was fucking flawless. He’d never seen a woman so captivating. Everything about her was perfect, except…

  “What the hell happened to your face?” Blade growled, his eyes homing in on the deep gash that was healing above her eyebrow.

  Michelle suddenly looked ashamed or scared, maybe, and shook her head.

  “Nothing,” she laughed. “I’m fine.”

  “Like hell! It looks like somebody beat the hell out of you!”

  Michelle laughed unconvincingly. “You’ve always been so dramatic. Really, it’s nothing to be overprotective about.”

  “Whatever,” Blade grumbled. It was going to be a long ride. He would have time to get the truth out of her.

  “We should probably get going,” Michelle said, clearly anxious to change the subject.

  If she thought that he was going to give up so easily though, she had another thing coming. Still, the girl was right. It was time to get out of there. The last thing he wanted was to be the cause of delay in the celebration of his best friend’s life.

  “Yep,” Blade said, looking around at the over-the-top neighborhood and its small collection of nosey housewives with a nod. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

  ***

  The funeral was just as hard as Blade had expected it would be, but he was shocked by Michelle’s strength. It wasn’t that she was hiding her emotions; she cried as much as anybody. But she had proud eyes, and the tears that fell from them were justified and didn’t change the expression on her serious, beautiful face.

  Still, Blade couldn’t keep his eyes from wandering back to the worrisome gash over her eyes. Something was going on and he knew already that he didn’t like what it was. Zeke had told him that the man his daughter married was a pig and a controlling one at that. Blade knew from experience that some men wearing the uniform allowed it to corrupt them and from what he’d heard, Michie’s husband didn’t like her associating with her family. He called Zeke a delinquent and swore that if he found out Michelle had been associating with them, he would want nothing to do with her.

  At the reception, Blade decided it was time to confront Michelle about her injury again. She was laughing with the president of the MC about some of her father’s crazy antics, when Blade butted into the conversation.

  “You see Michie’s shiner, there, Snake?” he asked, pointing at the gash on Michelle’s head. Since Blade had pointed it out, she had done her best to cover it up with makeup. Now Blade wondered what else she could possibly be hiding. Bruises? Come to think of it her cheek was a little swollen...or had she just been crying a lot?

  “Shit, kid! What happened to you?!” Snake exclaimed.

  “It’s a mystery, boss,” Blade said, staring at Michelle, who quickly clamped her mouth shut and looked away from the two older men staring her down.

  Snake was about 60 but just as rough as ever. He caught Blade’s eye and Blade felt better immediately. He knew that Snake was going to help him get the truth out of her, no matter what it took.

  “It’s really nothing. I’m just such a klutz.”

  Nothing out of her mouth sounded true. In fact, Blade had seen Michelle as a child. She was one of the most graceful and athletic kids he’d ever met.

  “Bullshit, Michie. Come on. Tell us what really happened. We’re here for you!”

  Suddenly, the composure that Michelle seemed to have been holding for the funeral cracked and she dropped her head into her hands, her delicate shoulders quaking.

  “Ah, hell,” Blade grumbled, grabbing Michelle into a warm bear hug. “Just let it all out, kid. I’ve got you.”

  Snake shifted uncomfortably – it was rare that the MC was faced with the tears of a young damsel, after all – while Blade caressed her hair and looked at Snake over Michelle’s head. Whatever was going on was bad. He knew it in the pit of his stomach. And as Zeke’s best friend and successor as VP of the club, it was his job to prevent her from being hurt. By anyone.

  Finally, Michelle took a deep, shuddering breath and pulled away from Blade’s arms, wiping her face with a handkerchief. Her tears helped to smudge away some of the makeup and Blade cringed.

  “Shit!” Snake exclaimed. Her face was black and blue. Michelle sighed deeply.

  “All right,” she said quietly. “I’ll talk. But not here.”

  Blade nodded. As long as Michelle was going to tell him what was really going on, he’d have gone to the moon. He waited impatiently for the reception to finish. Whatever was happening with her, he was going to fix it. For Zeke.

  Chapter 3

  Michelle dreaded the end of the reception. It not only meant that she was going to be confronted by Blade, once again, about what had happened to her face, but she was also going to be doomed to go back home to Alan, who hadn’t agreed at all to let her attend her father’s funeral. He thought her father had been a good for nothing creep, a criminal with a cold heart, but she knew the truth. Her father was a better man than Alan would ever be.

  “All right kid,” Blade said, standing beside Snake as they ushered the last of the guests outside of the reception hall. “Let’s hear it.”

  Michelle sighed and gazed at the broad wooden building where the reception had been held. It was actually more like a huge cabin in the woods, beside a vast lake where she had spent her childhood daydreaming about the day she would finally have a life of her own. Michelle could remember going there as a child and enjoying every second of it. But that was before her father had been deemed an unfit parent (by her mother and eventually by the courts because of his involvement in the MC) and she had been forced into the city to live with a mother who was hardly there.

  “Snake! We need you at the MC. Something’s going down with the Gremlins,” said one of the club members rushing back toward the hall.

  “Those annoying little bastards,” Snake grumbled, pursing his lips apologetically at Michelle. “They sure chose the right name.”

  “Thank you for everything,” Michelle said, hugging Snake tightly.

  “Your father was a great man,” Snake said with a respectful nod. “He deserves the best.”

  Suddenly it was just Michelle and Blade standing outside the cabin as twilight began to fall over the quiet forest. The loud rumble of motorcycle engines dispersed into the distance and Michelle took a wavering breath.

  “What is it?” Blade asked, his handsome, weathered face concerned.

  “Can we maybe go for a ride or something? I don’t feel
comfortable talking here.”

  “Sure,” Blade said, walking to his bike. Michelle watched him, her eyes taking in Blade’s broad, muscular body, and his long salt-and-pepper hair, tied behind his head. He had dressed up in his best leather for the event, a jacket she had seen only one other time in her life, when attending Snake’s daughter’s wedding.

  Blade turned, his blue eyes piercing through her. This wasn’t the kind of person who liked playing games or beating around the bush. He was a man through and through, and the thought sent a forbidden thrill coursing through Michelle’s body. He was strong, protective, loyal, and of course, stupidly handsome. What would Blade do if he found out the truth about Alan? She didn’t want Blade to get in trouble with the police. Not for her sake.

  “Let’s go, kid.”

  “I’m not a kid anymore,” Michelle said with a laugh, trying to push the thoughts away. Yes, Blade was handsome. But he was also 45 years old. A 20-year age gap was just creepy. What was she thinking?

  “Whatever,” Blade said, laughing softly and mounting his bike. “Where are we off to?”

  “The docks,” Michelle decided. “I want to see the world the way I used to before I’m forced to go back.”

  “Hm…”

  Blade considered this for a moment and waited for Michelle to mount the motorcycle. The feeling of his warm, strong body pressed so closely against hers sent a thrill coursing all throughout her, to the point where she dropped her hand from his shoulders in an effort to make it stop. Blade caught her eye from the rearview mirror and all she saw in his rugged reflection was concern. She would have to tell him the truth. He would demand nothing less, no matter what the cost to her, or to Alan, might be.

  “Here we are, Michie,” Blade said, false cheerfulness in his tone. He was trying to lighten the mood, to treat her like a happy, oblivious little kid. As if her home life wasn’t in shambles and her father hadn’t just died. It was insulting in a way. But at the same time, she was grateful. He was trying to act like everything was normal- as if things really were going to be all right. But she saw no way that could possibly be the case.