by E. C. Land
Ela’s been coming around more to spend time with Tiny. A couple times I’ve seen the woman grimace when Tiny isn’t looking. If I were to ask Ela about it, I’d get the same answer she’s given many times already. ‘Gain her trust. Show her tenderness yet be firm. She’ll talk when she’s ready but prepare yourself it’s not going to be easy to hear.’
I’ve always hated whenever she did that. Her son, Pitch Black, said growing up with her he never got away with anything until he learned to find loopholes around her. Shit the man is still trying to find those loopholes that work without her realizing anything.
Shaking my head clear, I glance down at the paperwork on my desk. I fuckin’ hate this shit. The bitch of an accountant is still skimming money off of us. Today it turned out she wasn’t just distracted by all the dick but wants to play us.
“Tyres, call this bitch and have her come in,” I order as I lift my head to meet my VP’s gaze.
“What are we going to do with her?” he asks, his eyes lit with a fire I rarely see. There are only two things that really get him pissed, liars and thieves. Which lo and behold this little bitch is both.
Tyres and the rest of my cousins were all raised by our Uncle Ryder after what my aunts did. Those two deceitful women are the reason my cousin detests people who lie and take what doesn’t belong to them.
I don’t blame him for anything that happened to Vi. If anything, my cousins and I are more like brothers than anything. And those two witches are rotting in cells at the Fairy Mental Institution up in Virginia.
Weird name I know but it’s just a cover for what the place really is.
A place of torture.
The director of the Institution named each level after the different regions of the underworld in Greek mythology. I believe my aunts are rotting in what is called the River of Phlegethon. In mythology it’s the river of fire and at the Institution it’s set up to blow fire out of the walls in random sections.
Ryder’s gone there several times to make sure those bitches are still where they’re supposed to be and are miserable.
“We confront her. Ask why. If her reasons aren’t good enough, we’ll figure it out from there,” I shrug.
Nodding, Tyres is about to say something when there’s a knock on the door.
“Come in,” I call out and a smile crosses my face the moment I see who it is.
My Bitsy.
“I’m sorry to bother you. I, umm, I needed to ask if someone could go to town and get a few things,” she says quietly.
“Bitsy, what do you need?” I ask.
“I was doing inventory and realized I’m low on Jack and Jim. I also need a couple things for myself. I have the money to pay for it. I just need someone to go for me,” she murmurs but the way her cheeks turn a bright pink, I wonder what it is she needs.
“Why don’t you and I go?” I suggest and again her eyes widen as her breathing seems to become harder.
“No. Umm, I can’t, I need to finish the inventory,” she protests.
“We’ll get a prospect to finish it,” Tyres says before I can respond. “What if a couple of us go with you all. I know I need a few things from the store myself.”
I could fuckin’ hug my cousin right now.
“I . . . I guess that will work,” she murmurs knowing she’s not going to win this battle.
I only gave in the first time because I didn’t want to push too hard and scare her. With Tyres suggesting what he has, it will hopefully put her at ease.
“Bitsy, come here,” I command, holding my arms open for her to come sit on my lap.
Slowly my woman makes her way over, as she gets close enough, I pull her the rest of the way into me, settling her on my lap.
“Why do you feel scared about leaving the clubhouse?” I ask.
Tiny glances from me to Tyres then focuses back on me.
“Whatever it is, you can say in front of him. He’s not only my VP, but he’s my cousin.” I say firmly. I’m learning when it comes to Bitsy you have to use firm tones with her. However, when someone yells, she flinches and steps back as far as she can.
“B–Because I’m scared. I don’t want to be taken. I–If he finds me, he’ll take me and make an example of me.” The fear in her voice sends my protective instincts into overdrive.
“Who?” I demand.
“My father and his men,” she whispers so quietly I almost don’t hear her.
Fuckin’ hell if it’s not one thing it’s another and now I’ll have to make sure everyone is on high alert.
Chapter Eight
Tiny
Confessing my greatest fear almost feels like a weight off my shoulders.
Almost.
Sure, it’s not the only thing that I fear. I fear Jackal or someone like him will get ahold of me again and do what he did to me.
Fear consumes me with everything that I do. I guess you can call me a scared pansy or whatnot.
“How about we make it a run? All of us go for a ride and then we’ll stop long enough for you to get what you need from the store.” My heart stops at the caring thoughtfulness of Chains. He’s been nothing but tender with me since we started whatever we are.
I wish I knew what we were exactly. I don’t want to assume anything, but I also don’t want to ask.
“Okay,” I murmur in agreement.
“Good, Tyres, go let the brothers who are here know we’re going for a run. Have a prospect take a cage and meet us in town. We’ll put whatever we get in there,” he orders his VP, while running a hand along my spine.
Tingling sensations shoot through my body as I savor his touch.
“You got it, Prez. When do you want to leave?” Tyres asks.
“Thirty-minutes,” Chains says, glancing in his VP’s direction briefly.
The moment Tyres leaves us alone, Chains guides my movements until I’m straddling his lap.
“Now that we’re alone, I want to get a couple things straight, Bitsy,” he says calmly. I don’t respond as the all-knowing fear starts to creep in. Did I do something wrong? “First things first. When it comes to going out of this clubhouse, you have nothing to fuckin’ worry about. You want to go to the store a prospect will go with you to make sure you’re safe. Want to go for a fuckin’ walk? Go for it. If I can’t go with you then same thing, a prospect or even one of my brothers will go with you.
“Second thing, if the sperm donor who raised you even tries to come close to you, he’ll get a nice bullet between the eyes. Better yet, I’ll chain him up down in the bayou and let the gators have him. Bart’s not the only gator around here.
“Last thing, you have nothing to fear from any of my brothers. They’d take a bullet before ever hurting you so don’t think the only time you can laugh and joke with them is when you’re behind the bar. You’re mine, Bitsy. I won’t have anyone causing you any form of fear.”
I should have realized he’d figure out that was the only time I really interacted with the other club members. It’s stupid of me to think that I could hide something as simple as hiding my fear from Chains. He’s the type of man who can sense someone’s fear.
“Okay,” I finally murmur.
“Good,” he grins lifting a hand from my waist to grip my hair at the back of my head in order to pull me closer to him for a mouthwatering kiss.
God knows Chains can kiss and I’ve come to love having his mouth on mine. It’s almost like when we’re connected like this, he’s a part of me. Since the first kiss, I’ve become more and more comfortable with him and I want to go further than just kissing.
I know he wants more as well, considering the hardness growing between us. Feeling bold, I grind myself against him, rubbing my core against Chains’ hardness.
As Chains breaks the kiss, I moan in protest and open my eyes. Hell, I was so consumed by him I didn’t even realize I’d closed them. Meeting his gaze, I’m transfixed by the lust in them.
“Bitsy, when we get back tonight you’re mine,” he growls, rel
easing the grip on my hair he moves both hands to my waist to hold me in place. “I’ve been waiting for you to show me you were ready, and you have some shitty timing. But tonight, baby, when we get back from our little shopping trip, I’m officially making you mine.”
I never knew such simple words could cause me to feel the things that I am right now. However, with Chains, he has me wanting so much more.
“Now let’s get out of here before we skip the shopping trip all together,” he states, patting my ass.
“Maybe we should,” I murmur, clutching his shirt in my hands.
“I’m sure you think so, baby, but you said you need some things so we’re goin’.” Sighing I know I’m not getting out of this. Not even for the better joys of pleasure.
Damnit.
“Fine,” I pout as I climb off his lap.
“It’ll be fine, Bitsy, you’ll see,” Chains says with a firmness in his tone that I find soothing.
Nodding, I glance down at the floor becoming nervous this time rather than the fear that took hold earlier.
Here we go. I’m about to plunge into the deep end by doing something I haven’t done in years.
Other than the ride down from the Devil’s Riot MC, and my stay at the hospital, I haven’t left either club once stepping inside. No reason to when all I want to do is hide in the shadows and never be found.
With my hand firmly in Chains’ he guides the way from his office to the main room of the clubhouse. As we step in the room, I find it bare of anyone. I follow behind Chains as he guides me toward the front door.
“Shouldn’t I go grab my money?” I ask before he opens the door.
“Nope,” he states pulling the door open stepping through.
Sucking in a breath, I hold it as I step through as well.
Once outside, I glance up to meet his gaze.
“How am I going to get everything that I need without it?” I ask already knowing his answer.
“Bitsy, when you and I go off together anywhere I handle the bill,” he says.
“But I can pay for my own things,” I protest.
“Not saying you can’t but when we’re going anywhere together, you let your ol’ man take care of it.” He doesn’t give me a chance to argue anymore about the fact by pulling me over to a gorgeous slick motorcycle. Shades of grays and blacks mixing together to create beauty stands in front of me as he climbs on. Looking closer at the fuel tank the two colors swirling together actually look like chains blended into the paint.
Holy shit that is awesome!
“Your bike is beautiful,” I say, gaining a chuckle from him and several others I hadn’t even bother to realize were around us.
“Baby, get on the bike and let’s get out of here before you make me change my mind,” he commands as he holds a hand out for me to take.
“And that’s a bad thing,” I smile feeling a little ballsy.
“Bitsy, get on the fuckin’ bike now,” Chains growls, but his gaze holds a sparkle of lust in them that I can’t wait to see more of.
Chapter Nine
Chains
Fuck me, if watching my Bitsy as she takes in the French Quarter isn’t something to see I don’t know what is. What I do know is my cock is on the verge of bursting out of my fuckin’ jeans right now.
“Tiny looks like she’s a kid in the candy store,” Breaker says from next to me as we watch her glancing in the windows of the different shops we pass by. However, I’d noticed she’d yet to go in any of them.
“Yeah, she does,” I grin, not taking my gaze off my woman. It may be daylight right now, but we know the dangers that surround us. If a woman catches the wrong attention out here, she could easily be scooped up and never seen again. I’m not about to have that happen to my Bitsy.
“You really like her, huh?” Breaker murmurs.
“She’s the one I’ve been waiting for. I remember my dad telling me when you find the one who speaks to your soul you’ll know. Fight if you want but in the end your heart will take you where it’s meant to be,” I say, repeating his words as they pop to the front of my mind.
“Good. Your dad knew what he was talking about and if you didn’t snag that woman up, I definitely would have. She’s not a stray and deserves to be treated like a queen,” Breaker grins as I narrow my gaze on him.
“Don’t ever mention you snagging my ol’ lady again, brother,” I growl. Love him and the rest of my brothers but I don’t want to ever think about any of them wanting to be with Tiny. She’s mine and that’s never gonna change.
Deciding she needed to finally stop window shopping and go inside. I step up behind my Bitsy and wrap my arms around her waist to guide her into the store we were currently standing in front of. I internally groan realizing it’s a bookstore but Tiny tilts her head up and grins at me. Guess she must love books.
Shit. I need to learn more about her other than what I already know. Not knowing the simplest thing like this is fucked up. Then again, we have the rest of our lives, if I have it my way, to learn every little detail about each other.
Tiny roams the aisles of shelves for a good five minutes or so before stopping and picking up a book to read the back of it.
“Find one you want?” I ask as I stand directly behind her and wrap my arms around her. She stiffens at first but almost immediately relaxes her body against mine.
“Umm, yeah,” she whispers but she goes to put it back. Reaching out I grab the book from her and turn it so that I can see the front.
I frown when I realize the book isn’t just some romance bullshit like my sister and Raven read.
“Why do you want a Study Guide for a GED book?” I ask, holding the book up in my hand.
Blushing, Tiny looks to the floor. “Because I never finished school,” she murmurs so softly I barely hear her.
“Bitsy, look at me baby,” I command, and her gaze snaps up to mine. “Why didn’t you finish school?” I know the answer just by the look in her eyes before she shakes her head in response. She didn’t get to because she’d run from home and has been in hiding ever since and that shit’s gonna stop. Tiny isn’t gonna hide from the world anymore.
Nodding, I take my ol’ lady in my arms, still holding the heavy book in one hand. “Don’t worry, baby. We will get you set up so you can go to school if that is what you want. I’ll have Fuse set you up with online classes. But listen to me now. Just because you didn’t finish school doesn’t mean you’re stupid or anything else. Okay?”
“Thank you.” With a slight smile on her face she leans further into my chest, laying her head against me.
“Nothing to thank me for, Bitsy. You’re my ol’ lady and I’ll do what I have to, to make you happy,” I murmur, lifting a hand to cup her chin in order to bring her gaze to meet mine.
As I hold her gaze, I tilt my head down to brush my lips against hers gently.
“Get a room, Prez, it’s a bookstore for God’s sake,” Brake chuckles.
“Fuck you, Brake,” I mutter, irritated at the interruption.
Chuckling, Brake moves closer to us, “Sorry to break up y’alls moment but thought you’d want to know Delancy has been spotted.”
Stiffening, I release my grip on Tiny’s chin and turn my attention to my brother. “Which one?” I demand.
“Deanna,” he says, and my anger takes hold.
“Come on let’s get out of here,” I command, tossing the book back on the shelf. Tiny won’t be needing that. I’ll make sure she gets her High School Diploma rather than a GED. She deserves it and I won’t settle for less.
Tiny follows without a word and for that I’m thankful. I don’t think I could handle answering her questions right now. Not when I need to make sure Deanna doesn’t see her. If she does, I’m sure she’ll become a target. For several reasons. One: Tiny’s beautiful. Two: She fits the type they like to snatch up. Three: Deanna is a jealous bitch and will take Tiny for herself if she knows that she’s mine.
Deanna may be married to Delano bu
t she’s a vindictive bitch when it comes to things she can’t have. It’s because of her parents she had to marry her husband rather than getting to be with me. For that she’s hated the fact I didn’t fight for her. My thoughts on it were she didn’t fight for me knowing that her husband, who’s at least fifteen years older than her, killed my parents.
I never should have brought Tiny to the French Quarter knowing there would be a risk of this but fuck Tiny deserves to come here.
“Umm, Chains,” Tiny says as we make it to my bike.
“What’s wrong, Bitsy?” I ask while I grab her helmet to hand her.
“I umm, I didn’t get a chance to go into the store that I needed to,” she says, a blush tinting her cheeks.
Frowning, I glanced around the area to make sure all my brothers were preparing to follow me. And also, to make sure none of Delancy’s men were watching.
“I needed to go somewhere like Wal–Mart or Target,” she murmurs.
Fuck, I should have asked her what store she needed to go to before we left the clubhouse.
Damnit.
“Alright, baby, I’ll take you there let’s get out of the French Quarter first though okay?” I suggest, trying not to show my annoyance.
It’s not her I’m annoyed with, it’s myself.
Actually no. It’s the fact Deanna had to ruin our fun by showing up today.
Normally I don’t give a rat’s ass, but I have to think about Tiny now. I need to make sure she stays safe no matter what. I refuse to let Deanna or Delano get their filthy hands on her.
Chapter Ten
Tiny
Since leaving the French Quarter, Chains has been in a sour mood.
I don’t know who this Deanna Delancy person is but I’m guessing, with the way he’s been acting, she’s not someone he likes. I want to ask him about it, but it isn’t my place.