Chapter Four #2
Snake’s jaw slackened. “Holy shit. You’re Beast’s Tinkerbell?”
I sighed. “I don’t know why he insists on calling me that, but yes. I belong to Beast.”
Forge snorted and kicked the Prospect on the floor. “You done fucked up, boy. Manhandling the Pres’s woman? You’ll be lucky if you’re breathing by the end of the night.”
“I didn’t know.”
I eyed him. “You were trying to take me down the back hall. To where? A room?”
He paled and didn’t answer, which told me enough.
“That’s what I thought. And if I’d said no?
If I’d fought and told you to let me go?
” I asked. If anything, he looked like he might throw up or pass out at any moment.
“Forge, tell me right now if your club permits rapists. Because if you do, I don’t give a shit what Beast thinks, my ass will be out of here so fucking fast his head will spin. ”
“We don’t,” Forge said, a coldness seeping into his gaze. “Beast is in his office. Down the hall, last door on the left. I’ll take out the trash while you find your man.”
I gave him a little salute and hustled down the hallway.
My first official day with the club and things were already going to shit.
I wasn’t sure if I should mention the incident to Beast, or let Forge tell him.
For one, I didn’t know what he’d think about me putting his Prospect on the floor.
On the other hand, they now knew they had a rapist in their midst. If the Reckless Kings were anything like my dad’s club, I had a feeling that guy wouldn’t be seen ever again.
Outside Beast’s office, I heard the murmur of his voice. I didn’t know if he was on the phone or had someone in there. I lifted my hand to knock, but before my knuckles met the wood, I froze.
“I don’t know what to do with her. It’s not like I can just toss her out,” Beast said to whomever he was speaking to. Who was he going to throw out? Was he sorry he’d said he wanted me to stay? “Look, it’s not that simple. I’ll piss off a lot of people if I tell her to leave.”
Right. Like my dad and grandfather? I took a breath and pushed open his door. Beast glowered a moment, until he got a good look at me. He flashed me a smile and waved me in. I took the seat across from his desk and decided he must have been talking about someone else.
“Just come get her,” Beast said. “I don’t give a shit if she’s a pain in your ass. She’s too much fucking trouble and I have enough on my plate. She’s your fucking cousin, not mine.”
He hung up the call and motioned for me to come around the desk. I stood and walked to him, letting out a gasp of surprise when he tugged my arm. I lost my balance and fell on him. Beast grunted and I jabbed my elbow into his stomach.
“Be nice. It’s your fault I fell.”
He kissed my neck. “You can fall on me anytime, Tink. What brings you to the clubhouse?”
“Got restless. I thought I’d get a drink, but Forge told me where your office was so I came to see you.” I paused. “I’d thought at first you were talking about me when you said to come get her .”
He kissed my cheek, then my lips. “No, Tink. Not you. One of the club whores is related to someone I know. She’s always causing problems, so I need her gone. Guess I need to formally introduce you to everyone. Except the club girls. You have any problems when you came in?” he asked.
I debated telling him, but decided I needed to be honest with him. “The Prospect behind the bar gave me some trouble, but Forge is handling it.”
“What kind of trouble?”
“He didn’t want to serve me a drink, then said the only place a woman had in the clubhouse was on her knees. When I refused and basically told him to fuck off, he tried to drag me down the hall.”
Beast tensed and the look in his eyes would have scared most people. Not me because I’d seen that same look in my dad’s eyes plenty of times. I also knew it didn’t bode well for the Prospect if Beast got his hands on him.
“Forge said your club doesn’t tolerate rapists.” I cuddled closer to Beast, hoping it would keep him from jumping out of the chair and charging after the guy. “I have a feeling the Prospect will be buried in a shallow grave somewhere before nightfall.”
“Fucking hell,” Beast muttered. “Bad enough I need to protect you from that rat Tony, but now I can’t even trust my own men? Glad I found out about that kid before he patched in, but it makes me wonder if there are others we need to cull.”
He pulled out his phone and I peered down at it, since he wasn’t hiding the screen from me. Get rid of the Prospect. Permanently.
Now I knew for sure the guy wasn’t going to be breathing much longer.
If he went around raping women, I honestly couldn’t say I was broken up about him dying.
Might make me cynical, but I knew there were some men who were just born wrong.
Those were the ones my dad’s club had taken out at every opportunity.
“I don’t envy you. I know running the Dixie Reapers hasn’t always been easy for my dad. Seems like it would be a giant headache, and that’s without having traitors or assholes you have to deal with.”
Beast squeezed me. “I’ll get it handled, Tink. There’s always someone new wanting a shot at a patch. I’ll make this a safe place for you, but for now… exactly what sort of drink did you order?”
“Bourbon.”
He smacked my thigh, making me yelp. “No alcohol, Tink. What if I knocked you up yesterday? And if I didn’t, well… I plan on practicing as often as necessary until I get it right. How many kids do you want? Three? Five? Enough for a baseball team?”
I couldn’t hold back my laughter. “A baseball team? Seriously? Do you want an old lady or a broodmare?”
“Just don’t want anything between us. I liked taking you bare. Whenever you decide you don’t want more kids, I’ll go get fixed. Until then, I’m going to fill as many rooms in the house as you’ll permit. But just so you know, I’m hoping you want at least three kids.”
Kids. I’d known the man for a day, and he was already talking about getting me pregnant.
I smiled, and knew I’d found the one man I was supposed to be with.
While I’d never doubted I’d end up with a biker, it hadn’t occurred to me I’d nab myself a President.
Still, there was no point letting him know I wanted a houseful of kids.
Not yet. I’d make him squirm and work for it a bit.
I’d tell him… eventually. Like maybe after the third baby was born.
I’d always wanted a big family, so four or even five kids wouldn’t be so bad.
“Guess we better practice a lot, then, in case you didn’t get me pregnant yesterday. How much more work do you need to do here?” I asked.
“None. For today, anyway. I had to sign off on some papers, make sure everyone would get paid this week, and deal with a club whore who isn’t really a club whore. She’s the cousin to someone in another club, and trouble with a capital T. I’m ready for her to go before she causes another blowup.”
“Blowup?” I asked.
“She decided to play two brothers off each other. Shit apparently went sideways last night, but it’s sorted for the time being.
Until she does it again. I’m hoping she’s gone long before that can happen.
” He kissed me, his lips lingering a moment.
“Come on, Tink. Let’s head home. If you’re restless, it means I need to wear you out. ”
I squirmed on his lap, knowing exactly what he meant, and I was more than ready.