Page 19 of Tick Tock, Boom!

“I heard Bulldog’s Old Lady talking about help in the kitchen. My kid’s a decent cook. She’ll make do.”

I nodded slowly. “Are you sure bringing her to the clubhouse is a good idea?”

He hesitated. “I need a way to keep an eye on her. Can’t watch her if she’s always out somewhere slippin’ through my fingers.”

My jaw tightened, carefully selecting each word. “The clubhouse ain’t exactly Sunday school, Barrel. You’ve seen what kind of men we got rollin’ through there.”

“Yeah,” he said. “But like anyone would actually cross me or mine. I’ll put a bullet in their head before they even think about it. Besides, I’ll put word out, she’ll be left alone.”

I didn’t say anything. Just took a long pull from my beer and leaned back into the booth.

If a girl like Amethyst ever walked through those doors… with her sweet little mouth and trembling thighs… they’d eat her alive. And if his daughter was nineteen, barely a woman, just a college girl looking for footing?

Barrel was fucking insane.

We finished our meal without another word on it. Just club talk, patch politics, the usual.

But I couldn’t shake this feeling building in my gut. Like something big was about to happen.

The streets had grown quiet and there was a heavy stillness in the air. I ignored it as I rode back to the clubhouse, to the small room in the back of the house where I stayed. My room was nothing fancy. As private as it could get in a house full of men that came and went as they caw fit. It was one bedroom, dark wood floors, blackout curtains. Just the way I liked it.

I dropped my cut on the chair, cracked my neck, and sat on the edge of my bed, still thinking of her.

Amethyst.

What if a girl like her, barely grown, sweet pussy like that and a virgin, ended up in a place like that, surrounded by wolves?

I’d kill every single fucker who even looked at her wrong. No questions asked.

TICK TOCK

Aweek later…

I toldmyself I was done. That I had gotten her out of my system the way I do everything else, rough, fast, no strings attached, no bullshit.

But I couldn’t stay gone, not for long. Not fromher.

I told myself I was just fucking curious. That I was only passing down that street, checking in on our businesses, making sure debts were paid. But fuck that, the truth was that I came back for her.

For that tight little body. For the way she moaned when I called her mine. For the way she broke beneath my hands and fuckingthankedme for it.

So when I stepped into the club that night, I only had one thing on my mind. I was already hard and consumed by the sexual frustration. I needed to see that look in her eyes again. Wanted to feel her soft curves against my body.

I scanned the room and then saw her… on her knees, in front of another man?

Something inside me snapped.

Some prissy Dom in a velvet jacket, stroking her cheek like she was some dainty little thing, not the filthy, soaked kitten I hadfucking wreckedjust days ago. His fingers tangled in her hair, tugging lightly, as if she needed gentle.

As if she didn’t already have an owner.

Who the fuck did she think she was?

Letting him touch her?

Allowing him to even look at her?

Every muscle in my body tensed. I wasn’t loud. I didn’t make a scene. I just stood there, hands clenched into fists, jaw locked, blood boiling like motor oil.

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