CHAPTER FOUR
– MACSEN –
“How are you going to do that when you haven’t gathered any information until Lu followed a gut feeling?” I tell the fucker who I didn’t like beforehand but now harbor a mighty dose of hate for.
Motherfucker, what a first-class asshole. How can someone treat their daughter the way he’s been doing for years? Thank fuck Livi grew up without him in her life.
It’s why I also let him know, “Lu is no longer a tool for you to use. Don’t even let your mind stray to that option. I’m right here if you need any help digging through shit. The connections I have will allow me to scavenge the dark web. If they’re making snuff movies, they are probably selling...”
“The highest bid always gets their fantasy played out,” Lu rambles. “That’s what Gideon said. He also added, ‘until next time,’ which means this wasn’t the first time nor will it be the last.”
Holland slams his fist on the desk and roars, “Those fuckers are auctioning off live fantasy snuff movies to the highest bidder? I will not tolerate that shit, not from anyone. They are going to die. All of them.”
His chair is roughly shoved back when he abruptly stands.
Pointing at me, Holland snaps, “We don’t need your help. Lu and I will handle it.”
I’m about to tell the fucker he’s delusional if he thinks I’m walking away, when Lu grabs my hand and calmly states, “Macsen is with me. He’s not going anywhere.”
Holland narrows his eyes when he notices her hand on me. “Need I remind you of the fact that you’re engaged?”
“Need I remind you of the fact that I killed my fiancé?” she calmly replies.
“I don’t fucking care if you killed him or not,” Holland strokes his tie, as if the man brushes away his anger, and regains his seat. “The word I received mentioned an attempt, which means the engagement is still intact.”
“I’m not going to marry anyone,” Lu grits.
This time it’s me covering her hand. “Maybe for now it’s smart to play along until we get more details.
Blowing things off might raise unwanted questions.
Besides, we could use this as an attempt for you to gain contact, swing by their mansion to express your worry and see what fucker they put in front of you as Gideon. ”
I’m not liking this idea, and hate being the one to bring this up, but fuck...snuff movies tied to an auction? What the actual fuck.
Turning to Holland, I make shit very clear. “You’ve worked with us in the past, gave up names so we could take out criminals tainting humanity. Consider this option along those same lines. Well, on one condition.”
The gleam in his eyes tells me Holland is interested. Fucker.
“What’s the condition?” he asks with a load of disinterest, though I know I’ve got him; hook, line, and sinker.
“Lu is my first and only priority and she won’t be taking any more orders from you.”
Holland waves his hand, something he did a few times in this conversation to wave shit away, and states, “Done.”
Yeah, right. Make a pink flying monkey riding dick believe your bullshit, fucker. Lu not trusting her own damn father is completely understandable. Either way he agreed.
“Then it’s settled. I’m Lu’s guardian. I won’t leave her side and will make any and all decisions concerning her well-being.” I get to my feet. “Which also means she’ll be staying at the clubhouse with me.”
“No,” Holland is suddenly on his feet as well.
“I didn’t agree to those terms. Besides, she cannot stay at a clubhouse filled with men while she’s engaged.
Everyone knows she’s not untouched due to a previous marriage, but staying with bikers will start rumors.
Lu has a good reputation, one night where her virginity was taken still makes her a desirable untainted future wife. ”
I barely manage not to snort, knowing I took this woman slow the first time, hard and raw the second time, and kept pushing her limits all through the damn night, and it ended with me dicking her ass come morning.
Knowing I was the first man to have her? Yes, I’m conveniently skipping over her wedding night ’cause that pussy poking one-timer doesn’t count. A satisfied, but protective feeling flows through me.
“She already shared a night at the clubhouse,” I taunt.
Holland waves his hand once more. “It was personal and under the radar. No one knows about Livi, or our connection with Wisely Dicey, and our whereabouts that night were off the radar. She won’t be...”
“Stop it,” Lu hisses at her father. “Both of you. I’m my own woman and after two insane interferences from you, Dad, it’s safe to say I’m done. I will play along by keeping the engagement intact to get to the bottom of this to wipe out those fuckers. Then I’m out. For good.”
“There is no out.” Holland doesn’t raise his voice or add a harsh tone; he’s simply stating a fact.
“Then you ignore my existence. You owe me after what you did and what I’ve been doing for years. I’m done.” Her tone is resolute and then she add on a mere whisper, “Do not test me because you wouldn’t feel the outcome until it’s already done.”
Holland’s shoulders stiffen. Motherfucker. The way she stated the final line in her demand? She just implied she would kill her own damn father if he didn’t respect her wish to be left out of his business once and for all.
“Macsen, take Lu upstairs. You can stay in the guest room next to her in her wing. I have work to do and we will continue this discussion in the morning.” Holland dismisses us and takes his phone from his pocket to tap the screen.
Lu gets to her feet and storms out of her father’s office. I slowly follow her out and keep on her ass until we’re walking down a long hallway.
She turns and growls, “I can’t believe I didn’t see what was happening right in front of me. Believing in his lies instead of seeing the truth. I knew there was something fishy when he arranged the first marriage. I’m so angry right now I could torture someone for hours.”
Skipping over her need to torture, I focus on the issue at hand.
“He’s your father, why shouldn’t you trust him?
This is not on you, it’s on him. Come on, show me your room.
This frustration is only going to wear you down, and it’s been a long night.
Grab a shower and get some rest so you can go for his throat fresh and dandy after you’ve had your coffee in the morning. ”
Her eyes are locked on mine when she grits, “Fine. But you’ll be staying in my room.”
The corner of my mouth twitches. “Are you going to have your revenge against your father by fucking me under his own roof? Or are we going to get raunchy and dirty to torture one another by fucking our brains out?”
“All of the above,” she states and turns to walk down the hallway.
There’s no shame in the eager way my steps eat away the distance between us, following her into a large room. I’ve had one night with this woman before, and I can wholeheartedly say the sex was insane. My cock hasn’t so much as twitched in interest for another woman since.
Staying the night was a given, getting my cock wet wasn’t.
I made sure to send Thorsten a message so he knows I’m off grid and will contact him soon to explain.
Getting involved with my president’s biological family wasn’t my intention, and I should give him more details.
Especially with Holland showing up at the clubhouse.
For now, he’s giving me the night before I get back to him.
There’s an understanding between Thorsten and me when it comes to Holland.
The DNA test might have confirmed he’s Livi’s biological father, but that doesn’t take away the fact he’s a wanted man.
Even if the government can’t link him to any criminal case, it’s common knowledge he’s a kingpin.
Which means bringing him down would benefit our contract with the government. The understanding between Thorsten and I when it comes to Holland was made after he received the DNA results. We value the contract with the government and don’t want to fuck it up with a direct blood-link to a kingpin.
If the fucker would step into Livi’s life in any way, we would start an investigation to bring the fucker down. Lu breaking into my room is one thing...having Holland show up at the clubhouse, caught by our security feed? It’s a switch being flipped.
I might have told Holland my loyalty lies with Lu, but when push comes to shove.
..I’m still the vice president of Wisely Dicey MC.
Meaning this fucker is going down. Kingpin or not, agreement with Thorsten or not?
Treating a woman the way he’s been doing for years is enough for me to make sure he’s going to pay. One way or another he’s going down.
I don’t care if the woman in question is an assassin, and for sure as shit will land me in a pile of crap the government won’t even go near to wash me off. She’s worth the risk, and I will do anything I can to keep her safe and out of jail.