Page 5 of Duke

It's been two weeks since his funeral.

I'm still here.

Because everything changed by the one decision I made that day. That old bastard is having the last laugh for sure because when I left his grave and came straight here, I found her—Shanna. Who knew a beast of a man like me would be brought to his knees by a five-foot-three, curvy brunette full of sass? I’m a selfish prick because I vowed she’ll belong to me despite our almost two-decade age gap.

Every fuckin’ inch of her.

It’s screwed up because she could do better than me; a worn-out soldier who has seen too much and prefers the grease and oil of machines over people.

But fuck it, I’ve walked through hell and survived.

I’m taking what I want now.

Her.

Pushing the back door of the bar open, I halt. Desire rushes through me. It’s so intense—I pause letting the force of it rip right through me. All the blood in my body rushes down south. I’m already hard and hurting, my dick letting me know it’s her that he wants.

Fuck.

Sucking in a breath through my teeth, my fists clench. Her lush ass is barely covered by her shorts. I’m going to kill every man in here whose eyes are glued to it.

I know they are probably thinking the samedirtythoughts I am. But she’s mine—I’m not going to be able to take this shit much longer.

I can’t wait to fill her with every inch of me while watching her pouty lips say my name. I want to feel her short puffs of breath on my neck as I pound into her. I want to hear her soft cries in my ear as she comes.

Christ.

I run a hand through my dark hair taking a deep breath and walk over to the bar on stiff legs, taking a seat next to Roger, a.k.a., “Meat” all while trying to ignore the painful erection dying to break free from my pants.

“Here,” Meat says sliding over a shot of tequila. “You’re gonna need this if you’re gonna sit here staring at her tits all night.”

I take the shot.

It burns, but not as much as I’m burning to make her mine.

My eyes follow her movements as she bends down and reaches in a cooler for some beers.

“She’s gonna hate me.”

“Before or after you do her?”

“Probably both,” I mutter sliding the empty shot glass a few inches across the shiny black bar.

“Are you gonna stop me from taking her?” My eyes harden, gauging the reaction from the man who’s raised her like an uncle.

He sighs, pulls out a joint and picks up his Budweiser. “I’m staying out of it. My moneys on her though.” He pauses turning back to me, getting in my face. “I’m not gonna kick the shit out of you—out of respect for your old man. He was my brother. But if you fuck her over…” He trails off heading out back for a smoke.

I smile sitting back in my seat. Shit, that old man has twenty years on me and he’s still built like an ox. But I could never raise a fist to him out of respect. He’s been her loyal protector since she was a girl. He kept her safe for me to find one day. So, I’m buying his ass all the rounds he wants.

Word is when Shanna’s old man got sick a few years back, it was his wish for his daughter to follow her dreams of going to college. Meat made sure that happened. It seems Shanna is a good little girl who wants to run with a more wholesome crowd instead of embracing the legacy she was born into. The legacy of the club that her fathers founded with mine of living by its code, looking the other way on how we make our money, and never snitch. You keep your mouth shut.

But Shanna, being the daughter of the Prez would’ve been either off-limits to any member or protected in case she was needed to be bartered in a deal like some sort of friggin’ arranged marriage to someone important in another club that Creed deals with.

It’s some fucked up shit. No one gets it unless you are in the life, but this chapter of the MC isn’t what it used to be. It’s been broken apart by time, death, and the usual bullshit that happens in life. But our loyalty runs deep and the code we live by never dies.

Meat’s been keeping an eye on Shanna for her father—keeping dirty men like me away from his ripe, young daughter.

She can try to fight it; pretending to be someone different during the day by wearing cardigan sweaters and pearls because by night, she'll be wearing nothing but me. I want to dirty her up and make this good girl go bad.

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