CHAPTER 4
FRENZY
The only way I’m able to walk away from Scarlett is because I need to get a plan together to make sure she’s safe. I don’t know who the hell has been messing with her bakery, but it ends now. There’s no way I’ll allow anyone to terrorize my woman.
And she is fucking mine.
I knew it the moment she walked out of the back of her bakery. I’ve never seen a more gorgeous woman, and the fact that she was clearly nervous only turned me on more. She’s like a cautious little fawn; one I want to protect instead of prey upon.
I’ll protect my woman.
“Fuck,” I groan, the sound lost in the wind as I ride my bike back toward the clubhouse.
Riding with my dick harder than fucking stone is not comfortable. Not at fucking all.
But I know it’s a problem I’m going to be having for the rest of my life. There’s no way for me to avoid it with how fucking sexy Scarlett is. Her curves had me almost falling to the floor to worship every single inch of her.
She looked so damn cute with flour on her apron and wisps of her hair falling out of the mess of curls on the top of her head. I know her hair will be long, and I desperately wanted to pull the band from it and find out just how gorgeous it is. It was almost impossible to hold myself back.
Now that I know Scarlett is meant to be mine, I’m going to do whatever I need to do to ensure that she’s safe. I need to move fast because I can’t imagine leaving her unprotected. Especially with how early she gets to her bakery, anything could happen to her.
When I get to the gate of the compound, Adam, a prospect that we’ll be voting on whether to patch into the club soon, is there to open it for me. A sense of peace fills me as I park in front of the clubhouse. This is my family, my home.
I can’t wait until I get the chance to bring my woman to the clubhouse and she’s brought fully into the fold. Knowing that the women have already accepted her and adore her makes my heart happy. That’ll make this transition easier on Scarlett.
I see Lucifer sitting at the bar when I walk into the clubhouse and head right toward him. I nod at the prospect behind the bar, knowing full well I’ll have a beer in front of me in just a moment. It’s only once I’ve taken a drink that I turn toward my President finding him already looking at me.
The silence stretches between us until he lets out a low whistle and he grins. “Well, shit,” he practically fucking hoots.
Cherise comes into the main room from the kitchen, her eyebrows pulled together in confusion and concern as she heads toward us. “What’s wrong?” The concern in her voice makes me smile. I have zero doubt that it has nothing to do with me. “Weren’t you supposed to go to Crescent Sugar today?”
I nod, but before I can say anything, Lucifer wraps an arm around his woman’s neck and tugs her into his body. “He went to the bakery,” there’s a teasing lilt to his voice.
“And?” Cherise prods.
“Look at him,” he tells her.
Cherise’s gaze becomes sharp as she takes me in. Being under her assessing gaze makes me want to squirm. I’m sure she can see the same thing that Lucifer did.
“Oh,” she breathes out, “ohhhhh.”
“Yeah, he’s one of us now,” Lucifer intones.
“I’m your brother.” I tap my finger to the patch on my cut, “I wear the patch. I’m already one of you.”
“That’s not the club I’m talking about.” The look Lucifer gives me is weighted. “I’m talking about the brothers with Old Ladies club.”
Even though it’s what I’ve been thinking about since the moment I saw Scarlett, hearing it out loud and from another person, my Prez no less, makes it all the realer. There’s a moment, a long, stretched second, when I wait for panic to set it.
The only good relationships I’ve seen have been the ones my brothers have with their women. I sure as fuck never saw my parents have a good relationship. There was too much alcohol and rage for them to be good together and then they weren’t together at all. They were better apart than they were together, but they weren’t good parents to me either way.
When I walked away from my parents, the only silver lining I could find was that I didn’t have any siblings. There’s no way I could have walked away if I had to leave behind someone in that toxic bullshit.
No, being an only child was a blessing because once I turned 18, I hit the road and never looked back. Finding the Devil’s Saints MC was a lifeline, and it gave me a family, a fucking real one, for the first time in my life.
The thought of growing that family, of bringing a woman of my own into my life and into the lives of the only people who have ever had my back, makes my heart pound in my chest.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I try and deflect Lucifer’s words and the truth of what happened today.
He scoffs and shakes his head. “Don’t get in your own way,” Lucifer advises. “You’ll probably fuck up all on your own at some point, no reason to start it off by trying to pretend like you don’t know the shit that went down the moment you saw your woman.”
“Scarlett is a gorgeous woman,” Cherise muses, her eyes sharp as she looks at me. She takes a step toward me and there’s a fire in her eyes, one that has me considering if I should take a step back from her. “If you hurt her, I’ll kick your ass, Frenzy.” Her voice turns soft as she reaches up and pats my cheek, “Don’t make me do that to you.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I drawl. My eyes slide over to Lucifer and I agree, “I’ll probably fuck up, you’re right. I just met the woman today. I felt something I’ve never felt before when I saw Scarlett for the first time. It’s terrifying to put into words and it’s not easy to wrap my head around it,” I admit without even worrying about whether it makes me sound like a pussy or not.
If I can’t bring my fears to the feet of my family, then who can I bring them to?
I’m not going to run away from this thing with Scarlett, I never was. It’s clear that Lucifer and Cherise aren’t going to let me try and pretend like it isn’t happening. Fuck, if Lucifer was able to see it written on my face in a matter of seconds, then I need to nut up and own up to this shit.
Lucifer’s eyes bore into mine, “You want point on whatever is going on at the bakery?”
I stand up from the stool and straighten my spine, not wanting to challenge my Prez, but needing him to know I’m serious as fuck. “I’m taking point. I’m going to get to the bottom of who has been fucking with my woman and then go from there.”
Lucifer smirks, pride shining back to me in his eyes. That does something to me. I was barely old enough to wipe my own ass at barely 18, certainly not the man I am now, when I came across the DSMC and started to prospect. That was 12 years ago, and Lucifer is more than my President or my brother.
He’s a whole lot better to have in my life as a father figure than the one I had growing up. That guy was fucking useless and not who I wanted to use as a model for the man I wanted to become. Lucifer is the exact fucking opposite.
He loves fiercely. He protects what is his. He gives his all.
There’s not a single moment you’d ever question the man’s loyalty. He bleeds for the club and would burn the world down ten times over for his family.
I’ve never once questioned if Lucifer would stray from Cherise. Women and children are sacred to him. That’s something he’s ingrained deeply within the club. We breathe that kind of belief and loyalty is the marrow of the club.
“Get with Hacker in terms of cameras or whatever else you might need and keep me in the loop,” Lucifer grunts at me.
When his eyes shift toward his woman and heat, I stride across the room and toward where Hacker is relaxing on a couch. I’ve seen my brothers fucking and engaging in all sorts of sexual acts out in the open, but I’m not interested in seeing that shit when it comes to Lucifer and Cherise. No fucking thank you.
“I need your expertise with something,” I tell Hacker as I sit on the couch.
He looks at me, giving me his full attention, “This about the baker?”
My eyes narrow at him and it takes a lot of fucking effort not to bite his head off. The only thing that stops me is knowing it won’t do me any damn good and I need his help. He’s not only the secretary of the club, but he’s the go-to guy when it comes to tech.
He’ll be able to help me get Crescent Sugar wired with cameras. The possessiveness that wants to overtake me won’t do me any favors. Not yet at least.
“Yeah, Scarlett’s the owner,” I tell him, hating the thought of anyone else getting the chance with my woman, especially one of my brothers. “She doesn’t have cameras because she couldn’t afford it. There is an alarm, but I have a feeling that won’t stop anyone from fucking with her bakery.”
“I can pull up the plans for the bakery and see how many cameras are needed to cast a nice wide net. I have some equipment I can use. I’ll put whatever is needed on the club’s tab.”
“No,” I bark, and his eyes go wide, the surprise clear to read on his face. “I’ll be paying for whatever is needed to get the bakery covered.”
He leans toward me and studies me in a way that makes me want to stand up and run the fuck away. “This is about more than the Old Ladies wanting to help out their friend and protect where they like to get sweet treats from,” he asserts.
“Yes,” I admit and slump back in the couch while running a hand down my face. “I went to talk to her today, to get the full story. She’s mine and I knew it the moment I saw her.”
Hacker whistles, the sound sharp and loud in the room. Even though there aren’t a lot of brothers in the room, the ones around all look over at us. I’m sure they can hear our conversation, but I don’t really give a fuck. They should know now because when I bring Scarlett around, I want them to know she’s off fucking limits.
“Fuck off,” I hiss at him which makes him throw his head back and laugh loudly.
“You got struck by cupid’s fucking arrow, huh?” Hacker teases me.
I shrug one shoulder, knowing what he’s saying is true. Hacker might go through women like water and is more than willing to fuck the club girls, usually with Tracker, but I can see the longing in his eyes as well. He’s just not the guy to settle for just any women, not when he knows he can find the right woman since it’s been happening in front of us for a while now.
I’m the same fucking way.
With a smirk, he stands and motions toward his room which is decked out with his computer shit. “Come on then, let’s go make a plan to keep your woman safe.”
I follow behind him, a lightness in my steps that I’ve never felt before. My woman. Scarlett doesn’t know it yet, but I’ll be exploring every inch of her and showing her just how a goddess should be treated very soon.
Very fucking soon.
My cock throbs behind the fly of my jeans to echo my thoughts. The club girls hanging out are making eyes at me, but I ignore them. There’s no way I’m going there, not now.
I’m sure I’ll fuck up, but it won’t be because I mess with free pussy when I know it’s only a matter of time before I have the woman meant to be mine in my bed.
I’m coming for you Scarlett. Brace yourself.