“Enter,” he barked.
One of the Devil’s Boneyard members stepped into the room and looked uncertainly at Scratch. “I didn’t want to interrupt, but we have a problem. Maybe a big one.”
“What’s that?” Scratch asked.
“Jackal took off with that redhead,” he said. “And I don’t think he’s stopping until he reaches the Devil’s Boneyard compound.”
“Fuck,” I muttered.
Tank groaned and banged his head on the table. “Fuck my life.”
I snickered, knowing that his baby sister had been a pain in his ass since he’d found out about her. Tank’s daddy had liked getting around, so there was no telling how many other siblings might be out there somewhere. I felt a little sorry for the guy, but I knew he was fond of Josie in his own way.
Torch chuckled. “It’s not a problem. Our agreement stands. But you might want to give Cinder a heads-up. Josie can be quite the handful, and she isn’t opposed to causing chaos everywhere she goes. Wouldn’t surprise me if the two of them taking off wasn’t her idea.”
Tank snorted. “She can wrap just about any guy around her finger just by batting her eyes. Your guy didn’t stand a chance.”
Scratch looked at Tank with raised eyebrows. “So if he were to claim her, you wouldn’t be opposed?”
“His funeral,” Tank muttered. “No one in their right mind would volunteer to spend more than an hour in Josie’s presence. She’s like a squirrel on speed.”
He wasn’t wrong. The few times I’d encountered Josie, she’d arrived ready to party. And I knew that Tank had gone to rescue her more times than I could count because she was in one scrape or another. But maybe what she needed was a steady man in her life, someone to calm her ass down, or spank it whenever she got out of hand. Jackal looked young, well younger than me by at least a decade, but I had a feeling he wouldn’t have much trouble keeping Josie in hand. Maybe they’d be good for each other.
“We have some rooms here in the clubhouse that aren’t being used,” Torch said. “You’re welcome to them during your stay. I try to keep things fairly tame during the day in case our families drop by, but by dinner this place will start to get lively, and the club sluts will pour through the doors. You’re welcome to join us for as long as you’d like.”
Scratch nodded. “It’s appreciated. I know I’d like to stay a few days so I can get to know my daughter, but the others are free to go whenever they want. Or whenever Cinder calls for them.”
“In that case,” Torch said, slamming the gavel on the table. “Meeting adjourned. Get the fuck out of here.”
“Anyone know where those women and my daughter went?” Scratch asked.
“They’ll take care of her, but I wouldn’t expect them back for a few hours,” Torch said. “They love to shop.”
Scratch nodded, then looked at me. “Then I guess that gives us some time to get to know one another. Seeing as how we’re family now.”
Ah hell. I hadn’t thought about that aspect of things. Yep, I was now tied to the Devil’s Boneyard, through Darian. The Dixie Reapers might have an agreement with them now, but I had a feeling that Scratch would be calling especially on me for any future issues. Not that I had a problem with that. Family looked out for one another, or they were supposed to. I wanted Darian to have the family she’d missed out on her entire life, and for that to happen, I needed to get along with her dad.
I followed Scratch out to the bar, where he asked for two beers from Robby, another fairly new Prospect. I couldn’t remember a time we’d had so many. Although, more Prospects meant the patched members didn’t have to do all the shit jobs that popped up, so it was nice having so many around. They’d either make the cut and patch in, or they’d wander off and more would replace them.
“I never wanted this way of life for my little girl,” Scratch said. “But I figured, if she’d lived, that one day she’d end up with a biker. Of course, I’d thought it would be a Devil’s Boneyard member. I can’t believe her fucking mother gave her up.”
I took a swallow of my beer before answering. “She had a hard life in the system, and even afterward. But I think the hardest thing was that she thought no one wanted her. I know you believed her bitch of a mom when she said Darian died, but why the hell didn’t you check up on it? From what I’ve gathered, her mom wasn’t exactly the truth-telling type. Didn’t you wonder about a funeral?”
“Truth be told, as much as I was heartbroken over my daughter dying, I was relieved not to be tied to her mom anymore. That woman was a financial drain, and now I’m thinking Darian probably didn’t see a penny of that money. It likely went to partying and drugs for her mom, which seriously pisses me the fuck off. The few times I got to see her, she seemed all right. Looked healthy enough and was dressed decently, but now I think her mom was just putting on an act for me so I wouldn’t take away her cash cow.”
“You have a chance to do right by your daughter now, and I’m not talking financially. I’ve got her covered. But she’d probably be thrilled if you called every now and then to check on her, once you go back home.”
He nodded. “I can do that. Is there anything she needs, though? I don’t doubt that you can provide for her, but I feel like I owe her something.”
“She could use a car. I was thinking about getting her a SUV sometime this week. I know you have a chop shop, though, so if you have something she might like, I won’t stand in your way,” I said.
Scratch snorted. “I’m not giving my daughter a hot car. But I will make sure she has a new set of wheels before I leave town.”
“So, you said that Devil’s Boneyard remained single and kid-free because of some shit that went down. Do I need to worry about your past sins coming knocking on my door?” I asked. “You didn’t want kids so they couldn’t be used as leverage, and now you have a grown daughter. I just need to know how vigilant I need to be. Are we talking regular type club shit, or something worse?”
“I honestly don’t know. I think all that shit is settled now, most of it was dead and buried with our last Pres, but you know how all that works. Just because you think something is over, doesn’t always make it so. It’s been pretty quiet for the last few years, though.” Scratch ran a hand through his hair. “Truth be told, the club sluts are getting tiresome, and I wouldn’t mind settling down. I know quite a few of my brothers feel the same way. Finding out about Darian may be the catalyst to really change things within my club.”
“Guess that means you aren’t pissed anymore that we went digging through your personal shit,” I said with a grin.
He gave a bark of laughter. “I guess I actually owe you one. I thought we were coming here to kick some ass, but instead I got knocked on mine.”
“When Darian came into the clubhouse, you looked like you’d seen a ghost.”
“She looks like a young version of my mother. She has my damn eyes for sure, but the rest of her is all Marian Crosse. Mom would have been thrilled, but she’s been gone a long time now. Dad too. I’m afraid the only family Darian has now is me, you, and our clubs. Unless you have other family?” Scratch asked.
“No, just me, my daughter and grandkids, and the Dixie Reapers. My parents are long gone. I think that will be enough for Darian, though. She’s been without friends and family for so long, I think being part of the club is a little overwhelming for her. She’ll adjust in time, and I’m hoping Isabella and my daughter are helping with that right now, but going from barely scraping by on your own to all this is probably a lot to take in.”
Scratch nodded. “I wish I’d known that she needed me all these years. I’d have fought for custody if I thought her mom wouldn’t take care of her. I should have known better.”
“How’d you meet Darian’s mom?” I asked.
“She was a club slut. I was never going to make her my old lady, but she latched onto me the last few months she was with the Devil’s Boneyard. When she said she was pregnant, I knew it was mine just because the woman had b
arely left my bed. And I haven’t made that mistake since.”
“I wouldn’t use the word mistake around Darian,” I said. “Not if you’re talking about the pregnancy part of that equation.”
“Hell, my daughter looks like a fucking angel. She’s not the mistake, just her whore mother was. I’ll try not speak badly about her mom around her, though. I’m sure there’s no love lost there, since she gave up Darian, but I don’t want her to think I’m talking trash about the woman. Seems wrong.”
Yeah, Scratch was a decent guy, and I was willing to bet he’d have been an awesome dad for Darian. Still could be.
“I know Torch offered you a room here at the clubhouse, but if you want to stay with us, we have a spare room,” I said. The thought of having sex with Darian while her dad was just a room away wasn’t overly pleasing, but I’d invite the man into our home for her. She needed time with him.
“I appreciate the offer, but I think I’ll stay at the clubhouse, at least this time. When I come back, I may take you up on that. Hell, seems like Jackal may have found himself a woman on this visit. Maybe mine will walk through the door too.”
I grinned and slapped him on the back. “Just be prepared for awkward family gatherings if you tie yourself to a woman Darian’s age. I’m sure my daughter will give me an earful for a while, even though I have no doubt the two will get along great.”
Scratch snorted. “Hell, I don’t know what kind of woman would settle for a cranky bastard like me. She’d have to be either desperate or something really special. I seem to be in short supply of both types of women these days.”
Scratch’s phone jingled, and he pulled it out of his pocket, his face going tense as he read the incoming text.
“Christ,” he muttered. “Your brother, Tank, may change his mind about killing Jackal.”
“What did Josie do now?” I asked.
“Got herself kidnapped,” Scratch said. “As much as I want to stick around and spend time with my daughter, I’m being ordered to handle this. I better go talk to Torch and see if any of your brothers want in on this, since Josie is technically Dixie Reapers’ property.”
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to laugh or groan. Not that Josie getting kidnapped was funny, but because that could seriously end badly. That woman got into more trouble than anyone I knew, and knowing her, she likely walked right up to her kidnappers, said something smart, and they nabbed her. Tank would likely join the hunt for her, and maybe a few others, but my ass was staying right here with my woman. Things were still so new between Darian and me that I didn’t want to run off to parts unknown for a rescue mission.
“Good luck, man,” I said. “Come back and see Darian anytime you want. Door’s always open.”
He nodded and went to find the Pres. Darian wasn’t going to be happy with this turn of events, but I hoped she’d understand. The MC way of life was going to be an adjustment for her, but since her daddy was the VP, he had more responsibility than most. I’d have to explain things to her and hope that Scratch returned before too long. Now that she knew her daddy wanted her, she’d want a relationship with him. And I wanted to make sure that happened. Even if it meant I had to haul her ass to Devil’s Boneyard territory.
I finished my beer, then decided to head home until Darian returned. I hoped she was having an amazing time with the girls. The fact I couldn’t reach her reminded me that she needed a cell phone. When I stepped out onto the clubhouse porch, instead of heading for home, I went to my local cell phone provider and decided to get Darian a little present. Although, it was more for my peace of mind than anything else. I wanted her to be able to reach me whenever she left the house, and I damn sure didn’t like the idea of not being able to call her.
The fact Josie had been kidnapped made me worry that something bad would happen to Darian and I’d never know. While I didn’t want to be a controlling asshole, maybe downloading one of those tracker apps to her phone wouldn’t be such a horrible idea. I didn’t think she’d care too much for it, being as independent as she was, but it could damn well save her life one day. I wouldn’t apologize for wanting to protect her.
It took me damn near an hour to get service at the phone store, then select a phone for Darian and get her line activated. A nearby shop caught my eye. Sinful Pleasures. I grinned as I headed that way, knowing I would find plenty of things inside for later use with my sexy woman. By the time I got back home, Venom was sitting on my porch with my granddaughters. I loved those little girls with all my heart, but the last thing I wanted to do right now was babysit. I had plans for Darian when she got home, and they didn’t involve being quiet with two little girls in the house.
“Is this a family call or are you here as my VP?” I asked as I walked up the steps.
“Farrah was asking for her grandpa,” Venom said. “I thought while we waited on Ridley and Darian to return, we could order some pizza and watch movies with the girls.”
“Is this a sneaky way for them to meet Darian?” I asked.
He grinned. “Maybe. They really do miss you, though.”
“Fine.” I sighed. “But after introductions are over, I have plans for my woman… and they don’t include two little girls.”
“Fair enough.”
We went inside, and after I’d put my purchases away, I set up Farrah’s favorite DVD while Venom called in our lunch. By the third time the movie played, I was starting to wonder if the women had skipped town and left us with baby duty. The way Venom kept checking his phone he was likely feeling the same way. When the sound of a car pulling into the driveway reached my ears, I moved Farrah from my lap to the couch and met Darian on the front porch.
She melted against me, holding me tight.
“Missed you,” she murmured.
“Missed you too, baby. Venom’s here with the girls.”
“And my dad?” she asked.
“He had to leave on a business matter, but he said he’d return when he could.” Her face fell, and I could see the disappointment in her eyes. “If he can’t come to us, then we’ll go to him, okay? I’ll make sure the two of you get some time together.”
Darian kissed me, long and deep, before Ridley clomped up the steps and loudly cleared her throat.
“Still adjusting,” Ridley said. “Let’s not scar me for life, though, okay?”
Darian giggled, and I let the two of them into the house. And just like I’d predicted, both my granddaughters adored Darian. Seeing her hold baby Mariah made me want a family with her in the worst way. I’d always heard that practice makes perfect, and I had no problem practicing all night long every night.
The heated looks she kept casting my way said she felt the same, and I suddenly couldn’t wait to get everyone out of my house so I could have some alone time with my woman.
Chapter Nine
Darian
I stood on the porch next to Bull and waved bye to the kids. Not that Mariah could wave yet, but Farrah was waving hard enough to take flight. Ridley and Venom climbed into their SUV and then pulled down the driveway. When all we could see was the glow of their taillights, Bull tugged me into the house and shut the door. He twisted the lock and then gave me a look that nearly melted me.
“You know, I’m suddenly really hungry,” I said, retreating a step.
“So am I.” He growled and advanced on me.
I bit my lip so I wouldn’t smile, then spun and ran for the bedroom. I couldn’t help but giggle when he slammed into me, and we both toppled to the bed. I hadn’t really wanted to get away from him, but he’d seemed like the type of guy to enjoy a good chase. The hard ridge poking into me said I was one hundred percent correct with that assessment.
“Do you know what happens to naughty girls?” he asked, his breath tickling my ear.
My thighs clenched at his tone. Whatever he had planned, I was up for it. I’d loved everything we’d done together so far, and I was up for exploring a bit more. His body lifted off mine, and he hauled me to my feet, then began st
ripping my clothes off. When he was finished, he pointed to the bed.
“Hands and knees, facing the headboard. As a matter of fact, why don’t you grab hold of the wooden slats?”
I felt myself growing wetter by the minute as I scrambled to obey. I planted my knees in the middle of the bed and grabbed onto the headboard. Michael opened a drawer, and I heard some rustling, and then the clink of metal on metal. I didn’t know what he was up to, but my body was tingling in anticipation.
A strip of cloth covered my eyes, and I gasped as he tied it behind my head. I heard the clinking sound again, and a moment later, both my hands were cuffed to the bed. He flattened his hand in the center of my back and pressed until my breasts were flat against the mattress and my ass was in the air. Bull trailed his fingers down my spine, and I felt a sharp sting as he cracked his hand against my ass.
He rubbed away the sting, then he swatted me again. I could feel my ass cheeks burning with every blow, and my pussy started to throb. He placed his hands on the insides of my thighs and spread my legs farther apart, a groan rumbling out of him as the lips of my pussy parted.
“So fucking beautiful,” he said, then he nipped me on the ass. “And mine. Completely mine.”
“Yes, yours,” I murmured.
He swatted me twice more. “I’m taking this ass again. I’m going to fuck it hard and deep, and you’re going to beg me for more, aren’t you?”
I whimpered getting more and more turned on.
“You don’t get to come tonight, until I say you can. Think you can do that for me, baby?”
“I can try,” I said.
He spanked me again. “You better more than try, sweet girl. You’re not going to get my cock where you want it most if you don’t follow directions.”
His fingers trailed between the crack of my ass.
“Or maybe you want me to take this ass all night and deprive that sweet pussy.”
“No, please.”
I heard the lid pop open on the lube. His fingers slid between my ass cheeks, and I fought not to tense up, knowing that he could make me feel really good. Bull scattered kisses across my back as he worked first one finger, then two into my ass, using slow, deep strokes as he prepared me to take his cock. I’d barely started taking three fingers before he withdrew and moved away.
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