Chapter Eight #2
I snorted because I knew he meant that literally since “Property of Beast” was in huge letters across my back.
He opened the door and ushered me outside.
Since I could see the clubhouse from our driveway, it was a quick trip and soon enough I was getting out and heading up the steps.
My heart slammed against my ribs and my palms felt a little damp.
I rubbed them on my jeans and hoped I didn’t do anything to embarrass Beast. It was one thing knowing his club was inside, but guests too?
It wasn’t like I didn’t know how to act.
Sort of. My dad gave me a lot of freedom when it came to my interaction with other clubs.
As long as I didn’t do anything like flirt with them, or act like a hussy -- his words -- then he hadn’t minded me putting a few bikers in their place.
As the daughter of the President, they’d expected a certain amount of feistiness and confidence.
I felt the heat of Beast against my back as I stepped through the door. Music blared from the speakers in the corners of the room and smoke hung heavy in the air. My eyes burned and I fought not to cough as I made my way up to the bar. Beast put a hand on either side of me, leaning into my space.
“We aren’t staying long. Give Logan your order. I’m going to secure a table in the corner.”
“What about you?” I asked. “Shouldn’t you order some food too?”
“Just tell him I want my usual. And, Tink, I will hurt a motherfucker if they put their hands on you.”
I eyed the club whores mingling with the crowd. “Same goes. Any of those bitches touch you and it won’t be pretty.”
He pressed a kiss to the side of my neck before backing off.
Damn the man! He left me all tingly and aching.
Why had I wanted to leave the house? I suddenly couldn’t remember and wanted nothing more than to be back home, preferably in bed.
Naked. Then my stomach rumbled and reminded me why that hadn’t been the best idea, unless I wanted to cook, which would have meant spending an hour cleaning up the mess I’d made of the kitchen.
Damnit.
Beast walked off, leaving me at the bar alone.
The Prospect made his way over to me, his gaze scanning the crowd.
I figured he wondered why Beast had left me alone.
As the first and only old lady for the Reckless Kings, I was having to learn how these men thought and worked, and what they expected of me.
So far, I still felt like I was floundering.
“Beast wants his usual order, and I’ll take a bacon cheeseburger, pink in the center, with a side of fries,” I said.
“Drink?” he asked.
“Beast didn’t say what he wanted, but I’ll take whatever soda you have available.”
His lips tipped up a little on one corner and he nodded.
“Coming right up. Better get over to your man before someone decides he’s fair game.
I’m hoping I can make it through the night without cleaning up any broken furniture or blood.
Something tells me you won’t just sit idly by when someone puts their hands on Beast.”
“You would be right. I already warned him too, so he won’t be surprised if I have to beat one of these whores.”
He winked and went to get my drink, handing off a sealed can before making his way to the kitchen, hopefully to place our order.
I couldn’t see over all the men in the room, but Beast had mentioned a table in the corner.
That narrowed it down to four locations.
I worked my way along the bar but I didn’t see him so I quickly turned to head for the next wall.
Someone stepped into my path, making me eye-level with a patch that read Savage Knights MC .
I noticed he went by Seeker. I lifted my gaze and raised my eyebrows as I stared him down.
“You going to move or are your feet stuck to the floor?” I asked.
“You must be Beast’s old lady,” he said.
“Last time I checked.”
He crowded in closer, nearly pressing up against me. I clutched the soda to my stomach wondering if I was about to have to put him on the floor. I really didn’t want to do anything that might mess up whatever Beast had going with this guy’s club, but I also wouldn’t be intimidated.
“Brought your old man a present. You keep clear until they’re done.”
They ? I leaned to the side and peered around him, finally spotting Beast at a table.
A blonde was pawing at him, her tits out and in his face.
To his credit, he seemed to be doing his best to ignore her without knocking her to the floor.
But if she’d been a gift, he wouldn’t want to be rough with her and offend his guests. I looked up at Seeker.
“Yeah, sorry. Not happening.”
He folded his arms. “Really? What’s a tiny little thing like you going to do about it? Be a good girl, and just wait. You obviously need a lesson in how things work in a club.”
“Wow. Just… wow. You don’t do your homework at all, do you?” Brick came to stand next to me and I handed him my soda. He took it, his brows lowering as he eyed the can, then me. Before he could ask why I’d handed the beverage to him, I decided to teach Seeker a lesson.
I brought my knee up like I was going to nail him in the balls, and predictably, he shifted to cover his dick.
I took the opportunity to nail him in his temple with my fist. He staggered but didn’t go down.
He let out an enraged roar and swung at me, but I ducked and gave his balls a nice uppercut.
The big man fell to the ground, cupping his bruised testicles.
I took my can back from Brick and used Seeker as a stepping stone, putting my foot on his stomach as I walked over him.
“FYI, I’m not just Beast’s old lady. I’m also Torch’s daughter.
You think the President of the Dixie Reapers didn’t teach his kids how to protect themselves?
Fucking idiot.” I stalked off, making my way to Beast. He’d stood at some point, his gaze shooting from me to Seeker, then back again.
I grabbed the blonde by her hair and yanked her away from my man.
“Run along. Your services aren’t needed. ”
She huffed, but took one look at the cut over my shoulders and turned to leave.
At least the woman they’d brought was smart.
Wasn’t sure I could say the same for the Savage Knights themselves.
Then again, it wasn’t fair to judge them all based on the actions of one.
I noticed a man sitting to Beast’s right, wearing the same cut as Seeker.
Claus was stitched on his cut and I almost snickered.
The man really did look like Santa. Well, if Santa were sexy.
“Looks like Seeker said the wrong thing,” Claus said. “It’s impressive you took him down.”
“What can I say? I’m my daddy’s girl, and my grandfather helped train me too.” I held out my hand to him. “Lyssa.”
I heard a groan behind me as Claus wrapped his fingers around mine in a brief shake. There was no doubt in my mind Seeker had either come to bitch, or maybe get revenge. I fought not to tense as I waited to see what he’d do.
“No one said a fucking thing about her being a damn princess,” Seeker said. “Shit, woman. Next time lead with the fact you’re Torch’s kid.”
“Better yet,” Beast said. “Make sure they know you’re Casper VanHorne’s granddaughter. Nothing against your dad, but your grandfather scares more men.”
Claus whistled and Seeker collapsed into the chair beside me, a wince on his face.
I wasn’t sure if it was from physical pain, or the knowledge I could have my grandfather wipe out him and his entire club with one phone call.
I’d never used my connections to get anywhere, or fight my battles.
Until now. I didn’t like the way it felt.
But at barely over five feet, I knew I didn’t look very intimidating.
And the names Torch and Casper carried a lot of weight.
“If you’d like to still be able to produce children, you might want to not offer up naked women to a man who has an old lady.
Not everyone is willing to fuck around with just any woman.
Beast said I’m his, and that makes him mine.
If that whore had even tried to get her hands on his dick, she’d be filling a shallow grave out back.
And I know I’m not the only woman who feels that way.
Any of the Dixie Reaper ladies would cut a bitch for daring to touch her man. ”
“She’s hot as fuck, right?” Beast asked, a smile spreading across his lips. “I’m so fucking lucky. My little kitten has claws and knows how to use them. Sexiest thing ever.”
He wrapped his arm around my waist, then sat, tugging me down onto his lap. I opened my soda and took a swallow. Claus seemed amused by the situation, and Seeker looked embarrassed as hell, which hadn’t been my intention.
“I’m sorry I dropped you,” I said.
He shook his head, a slight smile flickering for a moment. “Guess I deserved it. And you’re right, I should have done more research on who you were before I brought a whore to offer your old man.”
“Any more women like you?” Claus asked. “Single ones who might like to make a home in Vegas?”
“Not that I know of. Farrah was the closest, but she’s already with Demon at the Devil’s Fury.
Her sister, Mariah, is the next closest to my age.
Actually, we’re only a few months apart.
After that, the next oldest isn’t even sixteen yet.
” I tilted my head a moment, thinking. “Of course, there’s Janessa.
She’s Tex’s daughter from a different woman.
She’s older than me, but very much taken by Irish over at Devil’s Boneyard. ”
“Just how many girls do the Reapers have over there?” Seeker asked, looking slightly ill. “Damn. Remind me not to reproduce if we’re only going to have daughters. I don’t think I could handle it.”
“Why?” I asked. “Worried they won’t be able to protect themselves?”
“If they’re like you, I won’t worry so much,” he said. “But yeah… a girl would be like waving a red flag in front of a bull. Our enemies would jump at their chance to get their hands on one of our daughters. If we had any.”
“We probably do,” Claus said. “We just don’t know it. Condoms aren’t foolproof, and neither is pulling out. So unless you’re going to abstain, you run the risk of knocking someone up.”
“Shit,” Seeker muttered. “Talk about a boner killer.”
I wanted to laugh at the forlorn expression on his face, but I knew it wouldn’t be long before he was balls-deep inside a woman again.
It was just the way men like him operated.
Except maybe for one biker. No one knew for sure if Grizzly, the ex-President for Devil’s Fury, took any women to his bed or not.
There’d been speculation, but from what I’d gathered, after his wife had passed from cancer, he’d decided to focus on raising his kids.
I didn’t think for a second if I were to die that Beast would never touch another woman.
It was sweet what Grizzly was doing, and maybe a little sad too.
What would it be like to lose the love of your life?
Talk turned to other things and our food arrived.
I noticed Beast seemed to be inhaling his burger, and I ate as quickly as I could.
I had no idea why the Savage Knights were here, and I wasn’t stupid enough to ask.
If Beast wanted me to know, he’d tell me.
For now, I had other things on my mind… like how fast we could get undressed when we got home.
As much as I wanted to worry about Tony popping up or the women he wanted to sell, I knew it was out of my hands.
I refused to live every day of my life in fear because of what could happen.
I’d enjoy my time with Beast and trust him and the other clubs to do their jobs.
This wasn’t my first rodeo. I’d seen what could happen to women in this world, and I also knew that no matter how vigilant you were, it would only take one second of being distracted for something to go horribly wrong.
All I could do was be prepared to fight if the need arose.
But secretly, I hoped Beast and the others handled it without me having to lift a finger. After all, it’s what they did best.