Chapter One #3
He’d been there that morning. He heard Andrew making his declarations, suggesting they officially start dating as boyfriend and girlfriend, and he thought it was hilarious, listening to the little prick.
Then the bullets started. All Big Dick had done was protect Larissa, while Little Pussy Boy ran away.
He didn’t have time to stop him or get him to take Larissa to the hospital.
He’d known what the piece of shit was going to do, and it was a real shame, as he did like Andrew once.
For some reason, he had started to hate the little shit when he started hanging around Larissa.
And that had only gotten worse as he watched him run away.
What coward ran away, especially when your girl was down?
Big Dick had never had a girl, but he did know he would never let his sister go without a fight.
Every time he had seen that piece of shit at the hospital, he had to hold onto his restraint so he didn’t just beat the shit out of the fucker.
“Well, you tell us, because it looked like you were into that kiss,” Carlos said.
He glared at them, and then looked over to see Larissa talking with Hailey. Big Dick looked to see that Kinky was already watching Hailey.
“Dude, there are plenty of other fish in the sea,” Big Dick said.
“Don’t,” Kinky said. “What’s done is done.”
“You could just go and apologize.”
“Tried that. She doesn’t want anything to do with me, and I can’t say I blame her. I wasn’t exactly forthcoming about who I am, or why I had to do what I did.”
“Dude, you were gathering intel, of course you weren’t going to be exactly forthcoming.” He shook his head.
He didn’t get it. Sure, mistakes were made, but apologizing should surely make up for that shit. He knew Hunter had to work to win back his sister, and he didn’t have a problem with that.
The bartender passed him a beer, and he gave him some money and looked around the bar for pussy.
Any pussy. Only, his gaze kept being drawn to Larissa.
First, she was talking to Harlow. He tried to avoid looking at his sister.
Then, she was on the dance floor with Raven.
Once Carlos went to grab his wife, she was dancing with Ava, but that didn’t last long, as Smokey went to his wife.
Abriana was already in the arms of Ugly Beast, and Hailey was dancing with someone else.
Big Dick spotted Andrew advancing toward the dance floor, and even as he knew it wasn’t any of his fucking business, he was closer. He reached for her and pulled her into his arms. Larissa didn’t struggle.
“Well, hello there, kissing lady,” he said.
“That was a dare,” she said.
“Oh, I know, I just didn’t peg you as being the dare kind of girl. Someone tells you to get on your knees and suck cock, would you do it?”
She wrinkled her nose. “Don’t be so disgusting.”
She went to pull out of his hold.
“If you stop dancing with me, Andrew is waiting in the wings to talk to you, or to dance with you.” He leaned in close, because he just couldn’t help himself. “Or maybe he will run away again.”
“That’s not funny,” she said, pulling away.
“But it is the truth. Your call. You want to deal with him?”
He did expect her to pull away. Larissa always had a reason for people behaving the way they did. She always forgave, at least that was what he knew.
Only, she didn’t pull away. She stayed in his arms, even as the music changed to a slow number. He looked across the dance floor, and sure enough, Carlos gave him a thumbs-up. The fucker had requested a slow number. Just his fucking luck.
Big Dick didn’t do things slow with women. It was always hard and rough. He was never nice. Being nice to women gave them false hope, and he wasn’t in the market of making any woman think he loved her.
Larissa wasn’t looking at him hopefully. In fact, she wasn’t even looking at him at all. She stared at his leather-covered chest and nibbled her lip. What was on her mind? He waited ... but she didn’t speak.
Something was off with Larissa. He had noticed it the few times he’d seen her. Before the shooting, every time he looked at her, she would be smiling. She was probably the happiest person he had ever known, and it sometimes pissed him off.
Now as he looked at her, he had noticed there were more often than not moments when she wasn’t happy. She was just ... there. This was one of those moments.
“How are you holding up?” he asked.
She tilted her head back. “Huh?”
“I won’t let Pussy Fuck come near you. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong,” she said.
“No? Then tell me, is my dancing that awful that you can’t even smile?”
“You don’t like when I smile, and I’m pretty sure you’re dancing with me because you’ve been ordered to.”
He scrunched up his nose. “Nah, I don’t do any of that shit. One thing you can guarantee, I don’t do anything I don’t want to do.” He winked at her.
And there it was, a small smile.
“I’m sure there is a lot of stuff you do that you don’t want to.”
“Or, I pay someone, or get someone to do it for me. Trust me, there are a lot of people willing to please me.”
“So I’ve seen and heard.”
He looked at her with a frown.
“You know, everyone wasn’t always on their good behavior. I saw a lot at the club, and I know there are a lot of women who want to win you over. I’m just not one of them.” And with that, she pulled away. “Thank you for the dance.”
She stepped back to the bar, and he watched as she ordered a soda.
The guys were looking at him. He wasn’t interested in any of the shit they had to say, so instead of returning to the bar, he caught sight of Andrew making his way to the bathroom. Larissa clearly didn’t want him hanging around, so Big Dick followed him.
There was no one in the bathroom, and he stepped inside and waited. He kept his hand on the door, keeping it closed so no one came in, then Andrew stepped out.
“George,” he said.
“Andrew, you and I both know why I’m here, so let’s not waste each other’s time. We both know what went down at the bakery. I suggest you leave Larissa alone.”
“Look, I made a mistake and I regret it.”
Big Dick let go of the door and closed the distance between himself and Andrew.
“You made a mistake? Larissa got shot. I was dealing with the blowback, and you should have helped. You could have gotten her to the hospital. Instead, you ran away. No one wants a fucking coward. Back off, or I will give you a damn good reason to be afraid.”
Someone stepped into the bathroom, and Andrew lowered his gaze.
“Just like I thought.”
Stepping out of the bathroom, he looked toward the bar and saw that Larissa was gone. So, too, was Hailey. All that remained were Harlow, Ava, Abriana, and Raven. He made his way to the bar and slapped his hand on the counter, wanting a whiskey.
Those lips had felt like pure heaven.
“You know, she is out of your league,” Carlos said.
“What the fuck did you say to me?” Big Dick asked.
“Larissa, the dare, I think it would be for your own good to leave her alone. Women like Larissa do not fall for men like you,” Carlos said. “Just like Hailey will never fall for you.”
Kinky got to his feet.
Big Dick never bet, not on women, not on shit like this. He had a certain moral code. Maybe it was drilled into his head from his mother, but he treated certain women with the respect they deserved. Larissa was one of those women. He steered clear of her.
Yet, that kiss kept playing in his mind.
He had kissed a lot of women. He had fucked a lot of women.
Too many to count. There was a time he did count them, but that soon got boring.
None of them, not a single one, ever came close to getting that kind of reaction out of him.
Maybe it had been too long since he was with a woman, and he was just imagining these sensations with Larissa.
All women were the same.
“You want to make a bet?” Big Dick asked. The words were right out of his mouth.
“A bet?”
“Yeah, I promise you before this year is over, Larissa will be mine. I’ll own every single thing about her. She will do anything I say, no matter what.”
Carlos was surprised and he looked across the dance floor, probably for his wife.
“Don’t look to Raven for advice. If she found out, she’d be pissed.”
“What do you want, if you win the wager?” Carlos asked.
Big Dick smirked. “You wear the Prospect patch for a year, and you become the Hell’s Bastards MC’s little lapdog.”
“And if I win?” Carlos asked.
“You can have anything you want,” Big Dick said. “So I guess the question is, what do you want?”
“Your patch,” Carlos said. “That is what I will have, and you will become a prospect again, earning your right to the club.”
“I don’t think this is a good idea, guys,” Kinky said. “Larissa is protected by Smokey.”
“Smokey won’t find out,” Big Dick said. “You’re not going to say anything, because that would jeopardize your position with Hailey.”
Kinky looked between the two of them. “What the two of you are doing is fucking wrong. You both know it, and I’m not going to stick around to see this deal through.”
The other man got to his feet and walked away.
Big Dick looked to Carlos. He never backed down from a fight, nor did he bow out of a bet.
“Deal,” Carlos said, and shook his hand.
There was something in Big Dick that made him instantly regret what he had just done.