Page 13 of Property of Lucian

I stepped out into the fresh air, and I saw people standing around fire pits, drinking and laughing.

I looked down at my wrist—it was swollen from the car accident with Massie.

The iron metal gates made a scratching noise as they opened. My eyes followed the noise, and a dark sedan pulled in.

It was a rental and took me half a second to click the two together. Massie’s mother and no car, plus rental, equals Massie’s mother. I turned to head back inside, but my name being shouted made me freeze.

Massie came whizzing through the crowd, and I noticed she had left her car door open in such a rush to get here.

“Haylee, there are reruns of Sabrina this weekend! Will you watch them with me?” She came to a stop in front of me, buzzing with energy. I opened my mouth to answer, but then I caught sight of Massie’s mother, telling me to not utter a word.

“Yeah, she can, Massie, tomorrow when you come to visit.” Lucian slammed the car door and gave his ex-wife a cold stare. “Seeing as I didn’t lose custody.”

I frowned, not understanding.

“Bout time everyone met Haylee,” Lucian said, nearly shouting as he grabbed everyone’s attention.

I was frozen on the spot, not sure what the hell was going on. Everyone knew me, didn’t they? They had to know I was the club’s property. Well, to correct that . . . Lucian’s property.

“Everyone know who I’m talking about?” Lucian looked around the lot, speaking louder. Even the music had been turned down. “If anyone, and I meananyone,” he looked directly at his wife with an expression on his face that told everyone he was deadly serious right now, “fucks with her, you are directly fucking with me. The last member that put her life in danger can’t be found tonight.”

My eyes widened. He was telling everyone that he had killed those members because of me?

“Angeline, you so much as threaten my woman again, I’ll let her loose on you.” He leant in closer to her, whispering something I hadn’t heard, and I was thankful because if I couldn’t hear it, neither could Massie. I noticed how sad Massie looked as she watched her parents faceoff.

“Hey, Massie,” I smiled at her, lowering to my knee, “why don’t you head back to the car, you’ve had a big night. Time to go home.”

“Don’t tell my daughter what to do!”

I was taken back by Angeline because she was suddenly at mine and Massie’s side.

“My daughter doesn’t listen to whores.” She snatched Massie hand and dragged her kicking and screaming to the car, which sent me into an up roar. No one and I mean no one, treated someone I cared about like that. Angeline slammed the back door and when she did, she turned around to yell at me some more.

But my fist connected with her jaw first, causing the chaos of the lot to go quiet.

“Touch Massie like that again, and it won’t be my fist you’ll be feeling, it will be a slice of a blade.” I took a challenging step towards her. “Get your shit together, you can’t fight in front of your daughter like that!” I lowered my voice. “She is young, she doesn’t understand that you are a lazy lay and Lucian lost interest in your saggy vagina.”

Gasps were heard from behind me, but I didn’t give a shit. You hurt someone I cared for, and I made sure you felt the pain, whether that be from a verbal spray or a physical one.

“I’m taking Lucian to court, and he will be losing custody,” she hissed, holding her cheek.

“Go ahead,” I encouraged her. “I control the main legal firms in the state. Not only do I have a puppet of attorneys, but I’ve got them on retainer. I’d love to see you try and find an attorney that will touch your case when you mention who you are going up against.”

“Lucian’s nothing but an international criminal,” she spat, but I knew she was clearly scared.

“Perhaps.” My mouth went to her ear. “But that international criminal is fucking a woman with connections in high places.” I think I had made my point, so I backed down and turned, heading back into the clubhouse. All I had wanted was some fresh air and instead, I scored a run down with Lucian’s family.

Now that I knew Angeline’s name, I couldn’t help but think how it fitted her so perfectly. Perfect, prim, proper, all things she was or at least acted like.

I needed a drink or some drugs . . . one of the two. I scanned the clubhouse bar for someone smoking or doing something. But I couldn’t just walk up to them and ask for a hit.

It wasn’t like I knew any of the bikers, either. Harley and I had always stayed clear of the bikers that followed the old code—till that one bad deal.

I saw man doing a line of coke, and I walked towards him. Just when I was about to open my mouth, a hand which I wasn’t used to wrapped around my bicep and pulled me away.

“Did you mean what you said about having connections in high places?” Dash’s words were low.

I wanted to snatch my arm from his grasp but didn’t want to be considered rude.

“Yes.”

“Need ya to pull a few favours.” He glanced over my shoulder. “But don’t mention this to Lucian. I’ll talk to you more about it when he fucks off again.” Then Dash disappeared in the club.

And then a hand that I was used to having on my body landed on my hip.

“You really scared the shit out of Angeline,” he murmured, tucking my hair behind my ear. “Bout time you and I had that chat.”

“What chat?”

“The one where we get to know each other.” He brushed past me, taking my hand.

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