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Clearly as uncomfortable as me right now, I nod and put my hand on Olivia’s shoulder.
“Sorry to break this up, but we got to go,” I say as softly as possible.
Olivia and her dad separate and she wipes under her eyes but comes back to stand next to me, causing a small smile to cross my face.
Jesus, she is perfect, with a little sass if her comment earlier is anything to go by.
“You look after my little girl and I’ll be in touch,” Judge warns before he turns and walks away.
“Let’s move quickly,” Riot orders and we all start moving back to camp.
Six
Olivia
Thisis not happening. For fuck’s sake, this cannot be my life. What have I done in a former life to have to deal with all this crap? I’m not a bad person. I try hard to be nice to people. So why can’t for once in my life things just go my way? I don’t think I’m asking for a lot, to be honest. Yes, I may have a little sass but that doesn’t make me a bad person. Yet here I am standing with my dad while he uses me as collateral for the club’s debt. He is selling me by the sounds of it. My own dad, selling me.
My heart is breaking. How can he do this to me? I’m his daughter, he’s meant to love and protect me. Not use me like this. If someone had told me this would happen, I would have laughed in their faces and told them they were crazy.
Clearly, I’m the crazy one. What’s even worse is the guy whose dad selling me to is the guy I spotted at the stalls earlier. Up close, he’s even more beautiful than I thought he was. He has the most piercing blue eyes and this pure masculine aurora that is calling to me.
The man my dad refers to as Chaos has his eyes firmly fixed on me. It’s as if he can see right through into my soul. Just him staring at me with that look in his eye, makes me want to bear my soul and every dark, hidden secret I ever had. They are now arguing over whatever is being said. Their words don’t seem to be registering with my brain, all I see is him. It’s like I’m in some sort of fog. Suddenly my dad’s words register the same time as they hit Chaos
“The fuck?” I say at the same time as Chaos.
“No way my Ol’ lady is going anywhere” Dyno growls.
Suddenly he’s lunging for me, within a second, Chaos moves gracefully and with the speed of a jungle animal. His arm wraps around my waist and I’m pulled into him. He protects me from me Dyno, who is now aiming for my dad. I can hear him shouting about me being his Ol’ lady.
“Rather chop my arm off than be his Ol’ lady,” I mumble under my breath, unable to help myself. I can feel Chaos’s muscles move as he chuckles.
Shit, clearly, I didn’t say that as quietly as I thought I did.
I notice Dyno is still trying to reach my dad, causing my body to stiffen, I don’t want my dad hurt.
“It’s okay, we won’t let him hurt you,” he whispers to me.
“Not me I’m worried about. I don’t want him hurting my dad,” I whisper back.
“Archer and Ford have him covered.” He tells me and I relax into him, clinging onto his cut.
I can hear the shouting going back and forth between them but I keep my head buried in his back. I somehow feel like he will protect me and I’m safe with him. I can’t explain why I know this but I do. However, that knowledge doesn’t stop my body from reacting to what he announces next.
“Okay, we will take Olivia, and she will be safe with us,” he tells my dad, authority in his voice.
As my body tenses back up, Chaos moves his hand to my hip and strokes the small slice of skin showing. Just the tip of his thumb stroking my skin sends an electric current through me. He moves me in front of him and I can see Dyno laying on the ground, and I’m unable to help the small smirk that crosses my lips.
Serves the twat right.
Dad pulls me into his arms as a prospect hands Chaos my bag.
“I know this doesn’t make sense and you probably hate me but please Angel, trust me. This is to keep you safe and because I love you more than anything. Please don’t hate me,” dad whispers in my ear.
“I don’t hate you. Yes, I’m confused. You just sold me but if you’re asking me to trust you then of course I do. I love you, daddy.”
Unable to keep the tears anyway any longer, they fall down my cheeks as I cling to my dad.
“I love you, Angel,” he tells me, kissing my head.
