Page 2 of Royal's Reign
“Shit!” I mumble under my breath. Grinder has a very short fuse, and it doesn’t take much for him to explode, so I ready myself to jump in and defuse the chaos.
However, he surprises me when instead of launching himself at Banshee to kick the fuck out of him, he simply thrusts a pointed finger in his direction, along with a death stare and growls, “Shut the fuck up, asshole. She’s nineteen, not even legal, you fucking pedo.”
“Twenty actually,” she snorts at him. “Not that you remembered my birthday.”
“Like I was saying,” he ignored her correction. “Take a good look, make sure you remember what this girl looks like, because if you ever so much as come within six feet of her, you turn your ass around and get the fuck away. She. Is. Off limits. If one of you fuckers so much as breathe in her direction, never mind touch her, I will shove your dick in a meat grinder while stillattached to your scrawny ass, and that’s only the start of the list of acts of torture I will put you through if you cross the line.”
“Whoa, man.” Hammer pipes up. “Who is she?”
“My little sister, so like I said. Stay the fuck away. That goes for every one of you.”
“Even Prez?” Boulder, Banshee’s brother, snickers.
“Even me,” Horse, our president’s deep gruff voice projects from the corner of the room, where he’s been quietly working his way through a bottle of Maker’s bourbon. Sandy, his Old Lady, is tucked up close to his side as always. In the last eighteen months, she seems to have clung to him like a limpet, never far away. Waiting for him when we all fall out of Church. “Now get her and her girlfriends out of my clubhouse before I change my mind and let these assholes have free rein.”
I follow Grinder as he forcibly walks Gio to the door. Her girlfriends cling to each other as they shuffle close behind.
“What the hell, Garth,” Giorgia voices her disapproval. “Noah,” she shoots over her shoulder in my direction. “Stop this, please.”
“No can do, sweetheart,” I shake my head at her. “For one, I ain’t going to go against your brother, and two, Prez has spoken, and whatever he says goes.” The humid air hits us as we burst through the main doors outside.
“Prez… Prez…?” Giorgia questions, digging her feet in and bringing both her and Grinder to a sudden halt. “You’re both wearing leather.” She states the obvious, only now realizing that we are both wearing cuts, with ‘Saint’s Outlaws’ and ‘Tampa’ patches on our backs. “Oh. My fucking God. You’re in a motorcycle club? Outlaws?”
Grinder has kept his MC life completely separate from his home life from day one. It had been difficult while Giorgia was younger, but once she’d gone to college in Cali after graduating from school, it had been easier. His mum knew, of course, but they had both agreed that distancing Gio from that part of his life was imperative. The life of a 1%er was not what either of them wanted for her. She was sweet, young and untarnished, and that’s how they vowed to keep her.
“How did you get here?” Grinder questioned his sister. “It’s obvious that you’ve all been drinking, so you'd better not have driven.”
“We got an Uber, silly,” she responds, slapping her hand against his arm and giggling. “So, is this your clubhouse?”
“All you need to know, Gio, is that this is a place you ain’t ever coming back to. You hear me?” he growls back at her. “Royal,” he quickly glances over his shoulder at me. “Do me a favor and call them a cab to take them home. I’d take them, but I’ve had far too much whiskey, and I sure as hell don’t trust any of these assholes to keep their hands to themselves.” He gestures to the rest of the room.
“I’ll take them,” I offer, instantly regretting thewords that seem to have spurted from my mouth before my brain had clicked into gear. Hell, the last thing I was planning on doing tonight was babysitting a group of cackling, pissed-up girls that had barely graduated high school. “I’ve only had a couple of beers, and that stuff that fucking Forger and Ink picked up is like piss water.” He casts an unsure scowl at me. “Fuck, brother, you can trust me,” I puff out my annoyance at his distrust. “Gio is like my little sister, dude. We grew up together, for fuck’s sake.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he shakes his head in disbelief at his own accusations. “Of course I trust you, so yeah, if you don’t mind. At least I’ll be sure that she gets home safe.” When we step outside, he turns to Gio and her friends and points an index finger at them. “If I see any of you around here again, I swear to God, I’ll make you regret even coming to this side of town.” He continues to thrust his finger forward, but this time directing it purely at his sister. “And you, I’ll have you shipped off to a fucking convent in Alaska and wearing a habit before you can say ‘hail fucking Mary’.”
“Jeez. Okay, okay.” Her top lip curls, chin lifts, and eyes bug out at her brother’s threats. “You’re no fucking fun these days,” she grumbles, stumbling in the four-inch, knee-high boots on her feet. I hasten to her side, ready to grab her elbow to steady her, but she regains her footing before I get a hold.
I fish the keys out of my pocket for the cage that belongs to the club. I’d borrowed it earlier to pick upsome wood I needed for a project I’m working on. I loop them around my finger.
“This way, ladies,” I point toward the black Ford pickup parked out front. “Be back in a few,” I tell Grinder.
Finding myself beside Gio, I place my hand on the small of her back, intending to guide her over, ready to steady her if needed. The other two are holding onto each other, so I take it they’re good. But when my fingers hit Gio’s bare skin between the waistband of her tight skirt and the cropped top, the sensation is like I’m touching fire, and fuck, it’s burning hot. My fingers and my dick try to push me to roam further, but instead, I snatch my hand away, internally cursing my libido for even thinking that was okay. Having those kinda thoughts about my best friend’s little sister is not an option, even before Grinder made it clear to all our brothers that she was strictly off limits.
Although, I can’t deny that all the signs of the chubby-cheeked tomboy kid I remember from our youth have gone. Replaced with curves in all the right places, tits, a round ass and the perfect slope to a narrow waist. Plenty to grab hold of while hammering into what I can only imagine being a sweet, tight pussy.
‘Woah!’ I scream inside my head. ‘Back the fuck off’. It’s Gio… Gio, the annoying kid who used to whine at Grinder and me until we’d agree to take her to the park, push her on the swings and play ball with her. The freckles that scatter across her nose and cheekbones might still be there, but all the other signs of the irritating urchin have gone, that’s for sure.
Pushing all thoughts from my head, when we get to the truck, I open the back door, indicating for the girls to get inside. Gio, having none of it, steps up to the driver’s door and flings it open. While I wait for the girls to get seated, I watch her as she tries to pull herself up into the cab. She’s failing miserably. On her third attempt, she’s so close to flipping backwards and her ass hitting the ground, that I push the girls quickly into the back seat and slam the door shut. Immediately I go stand behind Gio. When she tries once more to get inside, I put my hand on her glorious round ass and give it a nudge. Falling forward, she face-plants the seat, her ass sticking up higher, giving me a perfect view. So fucking tempting that my hand hovers just for a moment, wanting to cup and stroke the rounded globes. Instead, I take a step back and wait for her to right herself.
Taking up the position behind the wheel as if she’s the one that’s going to be driving her friend’s home, she glances over at me. The mischief in her eyes, the wide grin on her face, tells me exactly what she’s thinking.
“Get that idea out of your head, sweetheart.” I chuckle. “You can’t even walk safely, so if you think you’re driving, you’re deluded.”
“Aww, I’ve always wanted to drive a truck,” she sighs.
“Maybe another time.” I tap the side of her leg. “Now scoot over and let me get behind the wheel.”
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