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“One pissed off MC princess. Check.” - Roux Tucker

“Woman, you better stop and listen to me. You’re gonna be mine.”

The callused hand wrapped around Roux Tucker’s wrist. Almost sending her apoplectic as she wrenched herself free and pushed her hands into Reno’s chest.

Fury and irritation hardened her husky voice box.

Her new gel nails meant she couldn’t put her fist into his face as she wanted to.

“Don’t ever put your hand on me again,asshole, or I’ll cut it off and shove it up your ass.”

Maybe he had a brain in that baboon sized head of his because he didn’t touch her again. But he blocked her path with his mammoth body.

She tipped her head back, scowling up at one of her dad’s idiot men.

Dressed in denim and leather and the most prized possession of any biker, his Diablo Disciples cut. Reno was a tall man, with midnight black hair in a short shaggy cut and a clipped beard. Quite intimidating to anyone else. But she could give a fuck that he was scowling at her. She’d been avoiding his calls for days.

Roux was what they called a MC princess. Her father was the president of the DDMC, therefore untouchable by any man that came through the club doors. Until recently that is, and she didn’t know why.

For years, her dad told anyone that was new that if they even so much as blinked in Roux’s direction, they’d have their cock and balls cut off and displayed on the wire fence outside. It was a fast and hard rule, and no one dared to cross Axel Tucker. She was an untouchable woman, growing up in a lifestyle that was far too rough and dangerous for a female, yet sheloved it.

Those club men were her family.

Idiots and drunks and lazy bastards for the most part. But her family nonetheless, and she was always protected by them.Too muchat times.

But for the past four months, Reno, one of her father’s patched men, had made strides to let her know they were going to be athing.

Like this was the twilight zone.

He’d never shown interest in her before, not even mild flirting.

Like hell they were.

He must have lost his damn mind.

What weirded her out the most was her dad, the president of the club, and her fiercest protector, didn’t so much as blink when Reno made a move in front of everyone. He didn’t take out his gun and shoot Reno’s kneecaps off. Didn’t threaten to hang him over the roof by his feet.

Nada.

“Give him a chance,” is what her dad actually said to her.

She’d had a few choice words for her dad that day, but she couldn’t think about it. Not when she was trying to shake her fucking shadow.

“You know I like it when you’re feisty, Roux.” He smirked and licked his lower lip like he thought it was the sexiest move on the planet. Maybe it was. Maybe his whores fell for it, but she didn’t.

She didn’t feel any type of way for Reno.

Not a tickle.

Not a flicker of attraction.

He was one of her dad’s newer guys, not one she’d grown up with. That would even creep her out if one of those guys started hitting on her. They’d bought her first period pads and gathered as a group to exact revenge when her prom date was a complete douche canoe.

“Go away, Reno. I’m not in the mood for your bullshit today.”

The sigh exited her lungs when she felt him following her through the clubhouse. She was starving and Chains, her dad’s VP, was always cooking something. She hoped it was grilled cheese. She needed grease to get over her hangover.

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