Biker's Claim(4)By: B. B. Hamel
So when they were at war, it was pretty easy to notice. The boys were all amped up and there was a level of anxiety happening in the clubhouse. Then all that shit with Ford and Caralee happened, and that was a nice distraction for a bit. It was nice to see two people who clearly loved each other finally come together.
You didn’t see it that much, not in a violent place like the Demons MC clubhouse.
I glanced across the room and caught Clutch looking at me. He quickly looked away, and I smiled to myself. I had talked to him earlier that night for the first time in a while, and he’d seemed like he couldn’t wait for me to get away from him.
I did not understand that man. One second he was smiling and laughing, letting me sit in his lap, and the next he was acting like he barely knew me.
Which suited me just fine. We’d been like that for ten years, one second talking up a storm and the next pretending like we were practically strangers. Ten years and I felt like I both knew him and didn’t know him at all.
“You hear about the shipment?” Sara asked me.
I shook my head. “What shipment?”
“Apparently some shipment of something from down south got stolen,” she said. “Larkin thinks it was the Mezcals.”
“That would make sense,” I said, nodding. “But it’s not really our business, is it?”
Sara shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s all the boys are talking about.”
Sara was new to the club, just another drifter girl looking to make sense of her life. The Demons MC attracted that kind of girl, a girl that needed strength and danger to feel alive.
“Maybe, but if they hear you talking about it, they’ll be pretty quick to toss you out.”
“How come you can talk about whatever you want?” she asked me.
She didn’t know who my father was, of course. She’d only been around for a few weeks. As far as I could tell, she had an eye for Noble, one of the regular boys.
“I’m just special,” I said, grinning at her.
I looked up as something big and heavy leaned up against the bar next to us. “You ladies need a drink?” Dow asked, smiling at us.
“I’m okay,” I said.
“Me too,” Sara answered.
“Aw, come on,” Dow said, looking at Sara. He was clearly into her big, round eyes and bigger, rounder tits. “You sure you don’t need another? This is on me.”
“She said no, Dow,” I said. “How about you fuck off?”
He looked at me for a second and seemed like he was about to say something, but he thought better of it. “All right then, Janine,” he said, and walked off.
Sometimes, I hated having Larkin as a dad. I wanted the guys to treat me normal, like everyone else. No other girl could get away with saying something like that to Dow or any of the guys, but I really was special.
Because they were all afraid of my father. It was so frustrating.
“Okay,” Sara said, “you’re not telling me something. How did you talk to him like that?”
I sighed and decided to tell her. Might as well. She’d figure it out eventually. “Larkin is my father.”
She cocked her head. “Seriously? The president?”
“Yeah, well, he’s my adopted father.”
“Holy crap,” she said. “You’re the president’s daughter.”
“Yeah,” I said, sighing, “sure am.” I sipped my drink, looking down at the bar.
“That’s really cool,” she said. “Guess that explains why you get away with everything.”
Sometimes I wished I wouldn’t get away with it. Sometimes I wished someone would put me in my place. I glanced up at Clutch again, caught him looking again, and watched as he quickly looked away.
Sometimes I wished Clutch would get up off his ass, come over to me, and throw me to the floor. His strong arms could rip off my clothes with ease, and I’d moan as he slowly pressed his thick cock between my legs.
But that would never happen. For one, he was way off-limits, as was every guy in the Demons MC. And for seconds, he was one of the biggest assholes in the whole club, a real playboy. He wouldn’t risk getting his balls cut off over me since he had a new girl practically every other night.
“Must be nice,” Sara said.
“Yeah, sure is.”
I frowned down at my drink and thought about all the reasons that it really wasn’t.
* * *
A few hours later, most of the place had cleared out. Sara was gone, and I didn’t much expect to see her again. She just didn’t seem like that kind of girl. I was sitting in Larkin’s office in the back of the clubhouse.
Larkin was a hard man. He was cold and calculating, and he had one of the most intense and serious looks you could ever imagine. But underneath that exterior, Larkin was a good man and had always done right by me. He did his best to raise me and to protect me, and he’d even tried to keep me away from the Demons at one point.
▶ Also By B. B. Hamel
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- · Biker's Claim
- · Kissing the Killer
- · Hard Bastard:A Second Chance Mafia Romance
- · Royal Rock:A Bad Boy Royal Romance
- · Long: A Secret Baby Sports Romance
- · Undersold
- · Go Hard: A Bad Boy Sports Romance
- · Step Bride:A Bad Boy Mob Romance
- · Based: A Stepbrother Romance