Chapter 5
Dagger
"Is this seat taken?" Penny's shrill intoxicated voice rings out as she drops down onto my lap.
"What the fuck?" I go to push her off of me but freeze completely shocked when I see the scene in front of me unfold.
Pyro lands on the wood floor with a loud thud, I look up to find Moon smirking down at him. I didn't realize that she was back yet. I knew Swiss was going to get her, but I didn't see her walk in. I was busy on my phone looking for a new radio to put into her truck that I'd been fixing up.
The second my eyes land on her I'm completely captivated, just like two years ago all over again. Scratch that, she looks even better than when I saw her last.
The guilt of thinking about her in ways I shouldn't -when I look her father in the eyes every day- hasn't gotten any easier.
I can't help myself, no matter how wrong I know it is. Her smile enraptures me. She's like a drug, and I need my next fix. My eyes drink her in, her top -if you can even call it that- barely covers her tits. Not that I'm complaining. Her full hips and even her stomach that pokes out over her jeans a little is the biggest fucking turn-on. I don't realize I'm hard until Penny is kissing on my neck grinding her ass on me. I forgot she was even there.
Of course, it's then that the little vixen across the room sees me. She narrows her eyes before grabbing a drink and turning so her back is to me. I stand up, Penny's coked-out ass landing on the floor at my feet.
I pace a little, trying to figure out what to do.
Her dad's in the room it's not like I can just go up to her and claim her, explaining to her it wasn't what it looked like and that she's who I can't get out of my head.
Even the thought of admitting I want my best friend's daughter is outrageous. She's just hot and young. That's it, nothing more. There's nothing wrong with finding someone attractive.
But there is something wrong with fantasizing about waking up to her in my bed every morning, calling her baby, and touching her in ways no uncle should ever touch his niece. I want to watch her come apart at the seams, screaming my name while she rides my face. I need to have her juices running down my chin, her sweet taste imprinted on my tongue. Fuck.
I run my fingers through my hair. I’ve watched her throw back at least 6 shots in the past few seconds and it’s starting to stress me out. I've seen that girl drink, three rum and cokes and be down for the count. Now she's shooting whiskey?
I fucked up. I know wanting her is wrong. Shit, I've spent the past two years trying to get her out of my head. I guess the saying is true about absence making the heart grow fonder, or whatever the fuck it is. More like my dick growing fonder... and only to the thought of her.
I see Nova leaning in, whispering something in her ear. I grind my teeth, my fists clenching.
I know that motherfucker has a thing for her. I see the way he looks at her, but he doesn't know how to keep it in his pants. He's not good enough for her. She deserves a man that'll treat her right.
Like who? You?
Shut up brain. Fuck, I'm sick and tired of you.
I've had this inner battle for months. There's no way I can justify lusting after my club president's daughter.
I can't hear what Nova said to her from here, but something made her panic and pissed her off. Before I realize I even moved, I'm gripping Nova's shoulder. He was about to go after her.
"Don't you think you've done enough, brother?" I spit the last word out with more anger than necessary.
"You've hurt her enough Dagger. Years of getting her hopes up and letting her down... time and time again, you don't deserve her. If you won't treat her right I sure as fuck will!" He yells, getting in my face. I look around scared someone heard, thankfully the music is cranked so loud no one seems like they’ve heard.
I grip the front of his shirt, lifting him off the ground.
"You have no clue what you're talking about kid." I spit out, nose to nose with him. Nova is fuming, his nostrils flaring and his face is turning red.
I set him back down on his feet after a moment.
"Remember your place, brother. I'm still your Vice President." I say smiling at him menacingly, daring him to say more. Daring him to disrespect me again.
He drops his head, even with the anger I can still see coursing through him. That shows his loyalty and respect for this club whether he likes me or not.
"If Razor goes looking for her tell him I've got eyes on her not to worry. I'll give him a report later." I say before walking out the same door Moon just went through a few minutes ago.
I walk to the front where my hog is parked seeing her truck is MIA. I pull up the tracker app I have for the bracelet I gave her, scared for a second that maybe she was so mad at me that she took it off.
After loading for a few seconds the green dot pops up on the map. Good girl.
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding before placing my key in the ignition. I know where she's going there's only one place I know of out in the direction where she could be heading.
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The whole ride I've been trying to convince myself that I'm following her to make sure she's safe. I saw how much she had to drink, she shouldn't be behind the wheel. It's totally not because I can't bear the thought that she's upset because of me. I don't like her thinking I want anyone else.
Not that I want her. I can't want her.
But you do.
Shut up brain. Fuck.
I grip the handlebars harder as I pick up speed.
These back roads are dead at this time of night and she knows that. That's probably why she risked it. Or maybe she's just so fucking mad she can't think clearly. I pull onto the farm fifteen minutes behind her. Cutting the engine and parking it at the end of the long gravel driveway so she can't hear me coming.
I don't know what she's doing here, but I want to find out.
All the lights in the main house are off, Porky is probably out cold by this time of night.
I use the trees and the darkness as camouflage, creeping up around the back side of the cabin-style house.
Bang. Bang. Bang. I pull my gun on instinct, scoping out the area. That's when I see her, midnight black curls flowing in the wind as she shoots at a target in front of her. Every bullet hitting a place vital organs would be located on the paper human cut out. I put my gun away after realizing she was just doing some target practice.
A gut-wrenching war cry rings through the air before she rips three throwing knives from her boot. Screaming angrily at the top of her lungs as she flings one after the next at the target. They all land side by side right where the person's skull would be.
Fuck that's hot. Leaves crunch under my boot as I creep a little closer. I silently chastise myself for not paying more attention.
Moon spins on me, her pistol now aimed at my head.
"You're following me now, Uncle?" She spits, a manic laugh escaping her. A chill creeps down my spine. She doesn't lower the weapon, even though she notices me.
"Put down the gun Moon, I just want to talk." I try to reason.
"Leave." She screams, tears now flowing down her cheeks.
"I'm not leaving you like this. You're distraught, you might hurt yourself." a bullet whizzed past the right of my head, barely missing Me. I duck on instinct, putting my hands up in a placating gesture.
"Distraught? Really? Wow, I wonder why that is." She snarls.
"Come on Baby, put the gun down," I say gently, inching closer to her.
"Oh, now I'm your Baby?" She laughs dryly.
I don't know how to navigate this. The crazy glint in her eye shouldn't be drawing me in. Fuck, I'm losing my mind over her. She pulls the trigger again, and this time the bullet hits the dirt right at the toe of my boot.
"Leave Dagger, I won't miss next time."
She's a damn good shot for someone who's intoxicated. I should be fearing for my life.
I shouldn't be adjusting myself in my jeans while I think about her riding me. Her gorgeous tits bouncing with that same pistol pressed against my forehead, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she comes on my cock. Fuck.
She must get bored of waiting for a reply, she spins on her heel heading for a big shed Porky usually keeps gardening tools in. She swings the door open and slams it behind her.
I definitely could've handled that better. But what are you supposed to say to a sexy as-hell woman giving you the crazy eyes while she aims a gun in your direction?
I try to will myself to do as she asks me. I can't leave though. If I can tail her so can anyone else, I need to keep an eye out and make sure she's good up here before I take off. I stand out there for a while, watching the barn like a hawk. I'm still frozen in place like an idiot.
This isn't like me at all. I feel like a love-sick puppy. A wave of nausea hits me at the thought. If Razor knew the thoughts I was having I'd be a dead man.
A pained shriek cuts through the night air. I'm taking off towards the shed before I can even think twice about it.
She's hurt.
Someone hurt what's mine.