Chapter Two
Axel
Wanting something you can't have sucks big, hairy donkey balls. The ‘thing’ he couldn't have? Sophia Redding. His prez's daughter. He's wanted her for four damn years now. Sinner would probably kill him if he knew some of the thoughts he'd had about her.
From the moment he'd approached her in The Painted Hound, he'd been drawn to her like a moth to a flame, but she was completely off limits. Hence why he was currently standing in the main room of the clubhouse with his arm draped over the shoulders of one of the sweetbutts.
He was talking with Torch and Havoc, but his gaze kept going to the door looking for Sophia to walk in.
He knew she'd gotten off early enough to come to the party, and she loved these things, so he was certain she would show up.
Maybe it was a bit… stalker-ish for him to know her work schedule, but he could pass it off as just wanting to look out for her.
“You okay, brother? You seem distracted,” Havoc said, pulling his attention from the door.
“Yeah. I'm fine. Just got shit on my mind.”
“I can help with that,” the sweetbutt at his side purred, but he ignored her because Sophia chose that moment to walk through the door.
When she removed her coat, he had to resist the urge to stalk across the room and cover her back up. The corset she wore pushed her tits up and he wanted to nibble on the creamy mounds.
Fucking hell. He needed to stop thinking like that about her. Off. Limits. Maybe if he repeated it enough times, it would sink in.
Throughout the night, he kept her on his periphery, always aware of where she happened to be.
When she and some of the old ladies decided to play a game of pool, he had to discreetly adjust himself the first time she leaned over. It made her jeans mold perfectly to her ass, and fuck if that didn't turn him on.
“I know that look.”
He turned to Ripper, one brow arched. “What look?”
“The look of a man who wants something he's certain he can't have.”
“I don't know what you're talking about,” Axel said, hoping Ripper would drop it. No such luck.
“Bullshit. You can lie to yourself all you want, but I know that look because it's the same one I had for months before Ivy and I got together," Ripper countered.
“She wasn't the prez's daughter,” he said, admitting his interest. “Sinner would kill me.”
“She must not be worth it.” Ripper shrugged and Axel glared at him.
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“Just what I said. If you're not willing to risk Sinner getting pissed, she must not be worth it.
I had to learn that the hard way, myself.
I thought that, because Ivy was so much younger than me and she was my buddie's daughter, I couldn't have her.
But that kind of thinking? It implied she wasn't worth the effort, and she definitely was. Just think about it, brother.” Ripper clapped him on the shoulder and walked away.
Watching Sophia, he knew she was worth the risk, but he still wasn't ready to take that leap. For all he knew, she wasn't interested in being a biker's old lady.