Chapter 4
Who is she?
I can’t tear my eyes away, that perky little ass of hers swaying with every step in those tight as fuck jeans, and fuck do I wanna know what it feels like in my hands. I couldn’t believe my luck when she head-butted my chest a few minutes ago, I thought my eyes were deceiving me.
She didn’t recognise me, but I sure did.
I haven’t been able to shake her since we met last night and there she was right in front of me. Sort of like fate.
So many regrets.
Regret not taking her there and then, hard and fast on my bike. The image of her riding my cock has had me hard as a rock all day long.
As if feeling my eyes on her, she sneaks a glance over her shoulder, those electric blue eyes striking me in the chest like lightning. I can imagine the blush staining her cheeks and fuck, if my cock doesn’t strain harder against my zipper at the thought.
“Killian, are you even listening to me?” Chelsea’s piercing voice goes straight through me and I wince.
No. “Sure.” I reluctantly peel my eyes off my mystery woman and turn back to Chelsea.
“Who is she?” she demands and that’s exactly the question I’ve been asking myself since I met her.
“Not that I have to explain myself to you Chelsea, but I don’t even know her. We just met.”
She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest, pushing up her already over-inflated tits. Girl’s got more plastic in her than a Barbie doll. Have to wonder what the fuck I was thinking that night. That might do it for some guys, but not for me.
“Right, whatever,” she says with a roll of her eyes. “I can’t believe you just left without a word or a note.”
“You knew what you signed up for. Don’t know what else you want me to say.”
When it comes to women, I live by a set of rules: No sleepovers, certainly not at my house.
One night of hard, unbridled sex without strings, and absolutely no kissing.
The kissing one is a deal-breaker for me.
God knows they’ve tried, but not one has ever succeeded.
It’s been years since I kissed anybody and the thought curdles in my stomach, my mind threatening to send me back to a time I’ve fought so hard to forget.
I shake it away.
“I thought maybe I was different, that we were different,” Chelsea says, snapping me back to the here and now. Her long pointed fingernails graze up my arm, “We’d be good together, don’t you think?”
Fuck. This is exactly the thing I do my best to avoid.
The woman who thinks we can be more. The one who’s probably got our kid’s names picked out and a bridal store on speed dial.
She’s not the first woman who’s tried to change me, and I guarantee she won’t be the last, but relationships are not for me.
I’m not the kind of guy who buys a girl flowers and does all that lovey-dovey shit that makes me wanna throw up like Myles and Allie, I’d rather stick a fork in both my eyes than be that guy.
“I have no idea what I did to give you that impression, but that shit doesn’t work for me, you knew that before we fucked.
Look, I can’t do this with you right now, I’ve got a client inside.
” I take one final drag of my cigarette before flicking the butt onto the ground and head back inside without another word, leaving her standing on the sidewalk outside my tattoo shop, her eyes burning a hole in the back of my head.
“You good to carry on, man?” I ask Drew when I re-enter the room, stretched out on the leather chair in the middle of my studio.
“Yeah. Let’s do it.”
I move to the sink to wash my hands. “You sure? There’s no pressure, we can stop for the day.”
He shakes his head. “No, I’m good. I wanna do this.”
Grabbing a fresh pair of black latex gloves, I turn to Drew. “Okay, man. Let’s get this fucking abomination off, shall we?”
“Fuck yeah.”
I take a seat in my stool and wheel myself over to him. “If the pain gets too much, let me know, yeah?”
He nods.
I went out for a smoke to give Drew a break. It’s clear he doesn’t have as high a tolerance to pain as I do, which is surprising considering his violent upbringing.
Before he started prospecting for Lawless, he was a part of our rival crew, The Cobras which was led by his uncle, Tobias.
When he kidnapped Allie a few months back, it turned out Drew is Allie’s estranged little brother.
Neither one of them knew the other existed.
We exterminated the bastards in retaliation for Allie’s kidnapping, forced the last few remaining members out of town with their tails between their legs and warned them never to return.
And I’m guessing with some easy persuasion on Allie’s part, Myles agreed to let Drew join the club.
This is his first session of ridding himself of his last remaining tie to The Cobras, by removing their emblem etched in ink on his skin.
I hate laser removals. They’re long and time consuming and don’t carry the same satisfaction for me as a completed tattoo, not to mention they’re not known to be the most comfortable for the clients.
It hurts like a fucking bitch, but there’s no doubt the end result will be worth it.
It’s the next step on his journey to becoming a full patch member of Lawless.
I bring the laser gun up to his skin, picking up from where I left off. Drew braces himself, his fingers biting into the leather armrests as I turn on the gun. He flinches as the first pulse of light hits his skin, the black ink slowly breaking down with every flash from the gun.
“What do you think will happen with the new sheriff?” Drew asks, probably to distract himself from the pain.
“No clue, but whatever happens it won’t be good, not with Mayor Watson pulling his strings.”
“Do you think they’ll come after the club?”
The corner of my mouth lifts. “They can try, but they won’t succeed. We’ve dealt with bigger fish, little cobra.”
He shoots me a look I know all too well and I laugh. He hates that nickname.
“When you gonna stop calling me that?” he asks.
“When we get rid of this fucking snake on your chest and replace it with a skull. You’re Lawless, it’s in your goddamn blood. It’s about time we make it official, wouldn’t you say?”
His mouth widens in a smile. “Hell yes.”
That evening, I pull into the lot outside the clubhouse, backing into the space beside Jett’s Indian Scout Sixty Bobber and Cruiser’s Harley Davidson Fat Boy. Both beautiful fucking bikes that have me foaming at the mouth.
Thou shall not covet thy brother’s bike, I remind myself.
After switching off the engine, I head inside. We’re having a few minor repairs done to the interior of the clubhouse, so we’re spending most of our time at The Ape Hanger until the work is done, but the chapel is still functioning like normal.
It’s where the club business is conducted, the not-so-legal stuff, that is.
I’m the last one to take my seat to Myles’ right who sits at the head of the wide oak table in the centre of the room.
“About time,” Myles grumbles, clearly irritated by my tardiness as I drop into the chair to his right.
“Probably too busy dick deep in pussy,” Jett sniggers.
I ignore them both. My eyes find Cruiser across the table. “Give me some good news, brother.”
Cru blows out a breath. “I got nothing, man. I’m sorry.”
“You’re fucking kidding me?” I rage.
Myles sighs. “Nothing?”
“Nope. I dug as deep as I could, Prez. On paper, our new sheriff is as pure as a nun’s pussy. He’s as straight as they come, even his wife. I swear this guy is either the most by the book son of a bitch I’ve ever come across or he’s the sneakiest bastard who ever lived.”
“Or he has someone to help cover his ass,” Alex adds from beside Jett.
I huff out a laugh. “I don’t believe for a second Collins is as squeaky clean as he’d like people to believe. There’s got to be something we can use.”
“I did however, look into our dear old friend, Peter Watson. Now we all know this guy is dirty, but he sure knows how to hide it.”
“So there’s nothing we can use on either of them?” I ask.
“I wouldn’t say nothing. The sheriff doesn’t have any family besides his wife. Watson however, has a daughter.”
“Yeah, I know of her. Last I heard she was at boarding school or something,” Myles says.
Cruiser nods. “She was. Last year she started her freshman year at Harvard studying law.”
“You got a name?” Jett asks.
“Better than that.” He tosses a photograph onto the table in front of us and my heart lurches in my chest. I peer down at the face staring back at me, forced to do a double take because there is no fucking way I’m seeing this right.
Sure enough, those beautiful blue eyes I’ve been thinking about since earlier gaze back up at me, those full plump pink lips stretching into a wide smile, and her rich chestnut brown hair cascades like a waterfall around her shoulders.
What the fuck?
She is Watson’s daughter?
This has to be a fucking joke.
Something immediately sours inside me as I stare down at the photograph, like I’m looking at her in a totally different light, because looking at her is like looking straight at her fucking father.
“Name’s Kaia Watson. She’s nineteen,” Cru tells us.
“Wait, Kaia?” Mac asks from the far end of the table.
Mac’s one of three of our prospects hoping to be patched in in the near future.
He looks like he just stepped out of some nineties teen drama, all wispy blonde hair and boyish charm, but he’s a good kid and he’ll make a damn fine asset to this club one of these days.
“Shit, she’s Sofia’s best friend. She talks about her all the time,” he continues.
“She’s fucking gorgeous,” Jett comments, studying the photo closer, and for some reason my fists clench at the thought of him anywhere near her. He drops the photo back onto the table.
I pick it up to take a closer look. There’s no denying her beauty, though the photo in front of me doesn’t do her justice because in person she’s a fucking knock-out.
“What can we do when she’s a thousand miles away in Boston?” Jett asks.
“She’s not in Boston,” I say, and a dozen sets of eyes turn to me. “She’s here in Stillwater.”
“Trust Don Juan over there to have seen her first. I swear you have these chicks on radar, man,” Alex teases beside Mac.
Ray, our oldest and last remaining founding member chuckles beside me.
“You got any background on her?” Myles asks.
“She attended boarding school from the age of eleven. The perfect student, top of her class throughout school. Like Kill said, she’s back in town.
Apparently, she dropped out of Harvard a couple days ago.
Only ever had one boyfriend from what little information I could gather, lasted only a couple months.
She doesn’t have many friends except for Sofia and she largely keeps to herself, not much of a social life,” Cru explains.
He continues talking but his voice slowly fades into the background as my eyes return to the photo.
How the fuck can she be the daughter of someone like him?
Is this all one big plan? The timing of her showing up here and bumping into me twice in less than twenty-four hours is too much of a coincidence, surely? Stillwater is small, but it’s not that small.
Is this one of her father’s ways of getting to my club. Because that is exactly the kind of shit he’d pull, using his daughter to do the dirty work, using her to fuck with us.
“So, what do we do with her?” Cru asks, bringing me out of my thoughts.
That’s when an idea hits me out of nowhere.
“I know exactly what we do,” I announce, leaning forward in my seat. “We need something to keep Watson off our backs, right? Well, I’m pretty damn sure he wouldn’t want any photos of his precious daughter going viral.”
“What’ve you got in mind?” Myles asks.
“She already knows me, which already gives me an advantage. Won’t take much to get her to let her guard down. I just need to snap a couple naughty photos and drop them on his desk. The threat of them going wide will force his hand and he won’t have a choice but to lay off us.”
Myles folds his arms across his chest. “I don’t like it. We don’t bring women into club business. She’s an innocent in all this.”
Innocent? She’s his fucking daughter. Screw innocent.
“Then what else do you suggest, Prez? The way I see it, this is the best chance we have of getting Watson and his lapdog to back off.”
“Do you really think you’re the right guy for the job?” Jett asks, his question coming as a surprise considering he’s my best friend.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I fuck her, snap a couple photos and leave. Job done.”
“Real sensitive, Kill.” He rolls his eyes.
“What? She’s Watson’s daughter,” I remind him.
“That’s exactly my point. We all know you’ve got history with Watson, it’s personal for you.”
“All the more reason for me to do it.” Seeing some naked photos of his daughter is bad enough, but how mortifying would it be knowing it was me who corrupted his little girl. My dick jerks from the thought of dirtying her up a little.
Myles scrubs a hand back and forth over his jaw. “I still don’t like it, but it’s the best we’ve got right now. Just don’t let this get back to Allie, I need my balls intact if I plan on giving her kids one day.”
“Keeping secrets already, you’re walking on thin ice, brother,” Jett teases.
“Fuck you, just make sure you keep your mouth shut, yeah?”
Jett holds up his palms in surrender. “Whatever you say, brother. You’re the boss.” He pretends to fasten an invisible zip over his mouth, locking it with a key.
As we each make our way out of the chapel, I head over to Mac and take him aside, no time like the present to get the ball rolling. “Think you can get your girl to bring her friend along to the fight on Sunday?”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
“Appreciate it.”
On my ride home, my mind returns to Kaia and excitement has my stomach flipping and my cock twitching in my jeans.
Her father royally fucked me over all those years ago and I don’t think I’ll ever find it within me to forgive him, so it’s kind of ironic that I get to fuck him by fucking his daughter.
Fuck, this is going to be fun.