Page 3 of Knocked Up by Her Daddy's Friends

Bill sags with relief that whatever the bikers want with him isn’t going to be discussed in front of everyone here. The security team follows behind Bill and then the men do too. I’m surprised they let Bill’s security go with them, perhaps they really do just want to talk? Or they’re not remotely threatened by his armed guards.

The lean blond one grabs a flute of champagne and a canapé from a shocked-looking waiter. He eats the canapé in one bite before downing the champagne and plonking the glass back on the tray. “Thanks,” he says before turning to address the room. “Sorry for the disturbance folks, as you were, enjoy your party!” he says with a grin before stalking out of the room.

The shocked silence is broken by the excited chatter of people speculating about what the men wanted with Bill. I quickly make my way over to Mom, she’s sat down looking shell-shocked while Ethan furiously paces, feeling brave now the danger is over.

“I should have given those thugs a piece of my mind! Who do they think they’re messing with?” Ethan blusters.

I snort with derision. “Sure, I’m sure you could’ve taken those guys on, a big tough guy like you,” I say sarcastically.

Ethan shoots me daggers and I can tell he’s about to lay into me, but Mom holds up her hand, “Please you two, not now.”

“What do they want with Bill?” I ask her, sitting beside her.

“I don’t know…” she says, but she doesn’t meet my gaze, and I wonder if she’s hiding something. “Your father is a very important man, people are jealous of important men or think they owe them something…”

“He’s not my father,” I reply, unable to let the term pass. Ethan might happily call Mom his mother, but there’s no way I’m calling Bill ‘dad’.

Mom flinches. “No, he’s not. He’s better than your father. Your dad was one of those… those thugs!” she declares before quickly putting a hand over her mouth when she realizes what she’s said.

“Wait, those guys are from the same gang that Dad was in?” I ask, my curiosity peaked.

Mom looks as though she’s tempted to not answer, but she knows I won’t let this drop. I’m a journalism major, and once I’ve got hold of a story or got a bee in my bonnet about something, I’m like a dog with a bone. There’s no way I’m letting this go.

“Yes, though they prefer to call themselves a motorcycle club, not a gang,” she says, her tone implying she thinks they’re a gang no matter how they describe themselves. “They’re called the Angels of Havoc. Their clubhouse isn’t far from here,” she admits with a sigh.

“Wait, so my dad has been living close by this whole time?” I ask in disbelief. “How could you have not told me that?”

She’d always implied that Dad lived out of state, without a name or anything to go on, I’ve never been able to find my dad, but now I know what club he’s in, or at least was in, I have a lead to go on. Mom clearly knows what I’m thinking.

“Skye, don’t go looking for that man. Those men bring nothing but trouble and pain. You will stay away from the Angels of Havoc, do you hear me?” she says this with such uncharacteristic force that I realize I’m not going to get any more information from her.

“Yes, I hear you,” I reply.

But I don’t know if going to be able to leave this alone. I need to know what the Angels of Havoc want with Bill. Is it to do with my dad? But then why find Bill and not me or Mom?

If I’m being honest, it’s not just that I’m curious to find out more about my father and Bill’s connection with the Angels of Havoc, the four men have sparked my interest. There’s something about them that I feel drawn to, some inexplicable force that is pulling me toward them. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to know more about them.

Chapter 3

Skye

I’m in my dressing gown, just a thin silk robe separates my nakedness from being bared, my nipples harden from the cool night breeze that drifts through the open doorway. The insistent knocking woke me, and as no one else answered I thought I’d better go see who it was.

“What are you doing here?” I ask in surprise as the four bikers from the party appear at my front door.

“We couldn’t stop thinking about you since the party,” the lean blond one replies, his voice deep and masculine.

“I didn’t think you saw me,” I reply breathily as my eyes dart between each man, whose gazes are fixed on me.

“How could we miss you?” the leader purrs, stepping over the threshold and dangerously close to me.

He leans closer, fixing me in his mesmerizing gaze as he slowly unties the belt on my robe. The other three men step inside and surround me, closing the door behind them. Their heady scents and raw sexual magnetism fill my senses and hypnotize me.

“My family…” I start to say, though honestly, I don’t know that I could stop myself from what’s about to happen, even with the risk of them waking and discovering us, I’m running on instinct alone.

“Are still at the party,” the one with the most tattoos replies, his eyes hooded with desire as I allow the robe to fall to the floor at those words.

The four men stand watching me, their arousal evident through the bulges in their pants and the hungry looks in their eyes, but they wait for me to give them the go-ahead.

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