Dagger & Moon (Devils Outlaws MC #1)

Chapter 1

Moon

"Well, don't you look sexy as sin tonight, Princess?"

"You better watch your tongue, Prospect or you'll find it missing. Prez wouldn't appreciate hearing his new recruit speaking that way to his only daughter." I sass, smirking and sending him a wink.

I'm just giving him a hard time, he's quickly become a close friend over the past ten months. Only two more and the question of patching him in will hit the table. But it's a no-brainer... he's a hard worker, loyal, and meshes too well with this group of rowdy bikers not to get patched.

Everybody's still thinking about what his road name will be, my dad usually asks me what I think it should be for any new prospects before the decision gets brought to church. Which makes sense when you think about it because I've been in the clubhouse people-watching and talking shit with the adults since I could speak. So if anyone would know how these men get down, it would be me.

Nobody knows about these little conversations. Of course, club decisions don't involve women or children, but it's one of those little secrets my dad and I keep between the two of us. Not involving women when a lot of the decisions affect them is bullshit in my opinion, but I digress.

"Come on Princess, humor me."

He says leaning against the bar I'm pouring drinks behind, flashing that smile that's known to make panties drop. Not mine though. It seems I'm the only girl around here immune to his charms.

Prospect's got the clean-cut, pretty boy look, he’s clean-shaven and has light brown hair that's cut a little longer on top with a fade. He's got the Ken look down if you ask me, now all he needs is to find himself a Barbie.

"I'm sixteen. If I remember correctly, that’s a charge." I throw back at him.

"I literally just turned eighteen a week ago, and you'll be seventeen in three months. We're not even a year and a half apart Moon, quit busting my balls."

"And you think Prez will ever let you touch his sexy as sin daughter? Your words, not mine."

"Okay, okay, I get it. Off-limits. Now pass me a beer please."

"Prospect, quit chatting up our club princess and get your ass outside. I've got a task for ya. How about you give all our rides a good wash? I wanna see 'em sparkle by the time you're done with 'em, pretty boy." Our VP, Dagger says, smacking his shoulder and gripping it hard as he walks in the door, running his ring-clad fingers through his wind-blown chocolatey hair. I follow the action with my eyes, zeroing in on the dried blood coating his knuckles.

It shouldn't be hot, and I definitely shouldn't be getting butterflies from the soft dimpled smile he's shooting me.

"How's my favorite niece doing?" Dagger's words feel like a bucket of ice water being dumped on my head. I need to get over this stupid little crush, not only is he my dad's age but he's also been his best friend since they were in elementary school.

I give the prospect an apologetic smile and watch as he walks out the door to do what he's told. I mean that's about fifteen to twenty bikes if you're counting the spares too. Poor dude, he'll be scrubbing for hours. I almost feel bad for him but it's paying your dues, that's what the first year in almost any MC is about.

"I'm doing good Uncle D," I reply, trying to play it cool like I'm not losing my mind when he tugs the end of my black braid. He's acting like he always does, like an Uncle... and here I am thinking about him pulling my hair another way. That's it, my perverted fantasies of him have officially poisoned my brain! Ugh. Why does my vagina have to decide it's him she wants to get all wet for?

I hate hormones. It's just a stupid crush. it'll pass. It's not like it's always been like this, I've only seen him differently for about a year or two. Since I realized tattoos and muscles are hot, and prepubescent boys who can only grow what looks like dirt on their upper lip just aren’t my cup of tea.

I know what I want is just a fantasy, I'm not delusional. I know he can never be mine. I know I'll never be his old lady. But a girl can dream, there's no harm in that.

"Alright kiddo, well I'm gonna go find your dad. We’ve got some club business to handle." He says grabbing the glass of whiskey from my hand, that I was about to bring to my lips, chuckling as he walks backward toward my dad's office. I roll my eyes and flip him off until he reaches the door and turns around.

***

Once Dagger's distracting ass was out of sight, I got right back into the flow, pouring drink after drink for the other club brothers that were hanging around the clubhouse.

It's the same every night. There's always at least one fight, lots of pool, and pretty much any other game you can think of that can be gambled over. Then there's the club whores, or sweet butts if you want to be so kind, but I don't have much respect for them honestly. I watch them slide from one club brother's bed to another on a regular basis and that's if they even make it to the bedroom.

Those women are so desperate to become someone's old lady and get a property patch that it's honestly a little sad.

When men smell desperation they'll never respect you. I don't see how they can't grasp that concept no matter how many times you explain it to them. If you're fucking everyone why would a man want to be with you for more than a quick fuck? Especially a man who lives by loyalty. I mean that's what the club is built on.

I genuinely don't understand how any woman can have such little self-respect, but maybe I'm just uptight.

I don't know how much time has passed but I know the sun's going down, I can see it through the window. Whatever Dagger had to tell Dad must be serious if he's still in there. Not that it's my business, nor should I be anxiously awaiting a glimpse of my 6'5", absolutely ripped and tatted, mouth-watering uncle. But here I am. I should be disgusted with myself.

My dad would literally kill me if he knew of the thoughts that ran through my mind about Dagger on the daily.

"Miss me, Princess?" The prospect asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.

When I look up my eyes must widen because he smirks at me like he's finally won, puffing his chest out like he's proud of himself. My eyes slowly drag down his body before he slides onto the bar stool in front of me.

Usually, I'm unaffected by how handsome he is, but I can't resist staring at him when he's soaking wet from head to toe. Goddamn, his white tee shirt is completely see-through sticking to his six-pack. Not to mention his nearly patch-less leather cut hanging off of his perfectly sculpted pecs. Prospect definitely looks good in leather. I can appreciate a handsome man when I see one. That doesn't mean I want him though.

"I think you've got something right...” He says, reaching across the bar and swiping his thumb at the corner of my lips, wiping away nonexistent drool. "There."

I swat his hand away and he laughs, snatching the beer I set on the bar and heading over to where most of the other guys are crowded around the pool tables, hanging out on a couple of the black leather sofas.

It's then I notice Dagger storming out of Dad's office. It must be really bad. He looks jittery like he's waiting for the other shoe to drop. I quickly poured him a glass of whiskey, setting it on the bar, hoping to talk to him a little. Maybe I can help calm his nerves. I don't like seeing him like this.

Before he can reach the empty bar stool in front of me, some club whore I don't recognize struts up to him, She starts running her hand down his abs while whispering something is his ear, her fingertips moving across the waistband of his jeans Usually, he pushes club whores off of him when they try to make a move. I can feel my heart speeding up in my chest. I don't know what this feeling is but I don't like it. Why is he allowing her to touch him?

I want to scream at her and tell her not to touch him. But I can't. I'm still just a stupid kid with a stupid crush.

As soon as the random sweet butt takes her lips from his ear, he leans down, crashing his lips down onto hers, taking her in a dominating kiss. She grips onto his shirt pulling him closer, grinding her center onto his thigh right here in plain sight. Not that that's not a normal sight around here with other men... but not Dagger. I've never seen him hook up with a rando.

I didn't even realize I was crying until the image of the two of them became blurry. I can't stop the tears, they just keep flowing, and it feels like my lungs are collapsing. My chest hurts like someone decided to reach inside squeezing the life out of the stupid organ that lives there.

I couldn't watch this any longer. I took off running before anyone could see the effects that the situation that unfolded in front of me caused. I took the stairs to the right of the bar two at a time, watching my feet through tear-filled eyes, trying to keep my footing.

As soon as I reach my room at the top of the stairs, I slam the door, locking it before leaning my back against it, heaving out more sobs. My body starts to collapse on itself, my back sliding down the door, separating me and the man who doesn't even know these tears are for him.

Trying to regulate my breathing, I rest my forehead on my knees, slowly pulling in air and releasing it. I think my heart is splitting in half... one half now fully belonging to him and I don't think I'll ever get it back.