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She was a sweet, caring, beautiful woman, and way too good for me, but if someone didn’t save her from that fucking club of bastards, she’d get herself killed. Once I’d saved her, though, I had to get away before I caused her harm, because one thing I’d learned about myself was that I ruined everything I touched. Hurt everyone who knew me. In the end, she’d be safer without me.
Sophie finally pulled back from my chest, and I forced myself to release her and step back, which was harder than I’d expected. When was the last time I hugged someone just for comfort, even the other person’s? Had I ever had a hug like that?
“Thank you. I’m always really anxious after a delivery to them, and Reaper does his best to make me feel edgy. He’s an asshole.” Yeah, that fucker’s days were numbered for sure. I’d fucked up a lot of lives, but maybe for once I could make someone’s life better instead. Of all people, she deserved that.
“Come on, let’s have that cuppa, and plan their downfall, babe.”
That planned downfall began two days later, when we both had mandatory invites to a party at their clubhouse. Clubs were usually pretty careful about who they allowed in their clubhouses, but some clubs were also incredibly arrogant about who they thought they had to be wary of. I knew they were absolutely scoping me out, and would have asked around about me. That’s why I took the name of a biker I knew of, who never stayed anywhere for long, and who died quietly about six months ago from an overdose. I didn’t look exactly like him, but I’d copied his look, and we were both average looking guys otherwise. I’d been bulkier than him, but since nobody had seen him for six months, and I’d lost some of my bulk during my convalescence, without the chemical assistance I’d been using before my accident, I figured it’d work. We were about to find out though.
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Ihatedtheclubparties, because I felt like prey among a large group of predators, and never knew if one of them would try something, and people rarely even spoke to me anyway. I didn’t understand why they insisted on my mandatory attendance at these things, but I’d never been brave enough to miss one.
“Okay, babe, remember they included me to feel me out, so just chill if things get aggressive. They’ll have checked me out by now, and-”
“Oh my god, so they’ll know you don’t exist!”
Lowell grinned at me, giving me an affectionate pat on my head.
“Aw, so cute when you worry about me, babe. I chose this name for a reason. Psycho exists, okay, it’s all good. They’re gonna test me though. Push me. Probably try to make me look weak or inferior. Just laugh along with the others, okay? This is all expected.”
“Will they try to hurt you?” Suddenly I didn’t want either of us at the party, because I didn’t want any harm coming to this sweet, troubled man, especially because of me.
“Dunno, but it’s cool. It’s biker shit, babe, I know what I’m doing. Just go along with everything, yeah?”
I didn’t want to agree, but too soon, we were parking my van up outside their rural compound, and being frisked at the gates by two prospects.
“I don’t swing that way, dipshit, wanna get your hand outta my pants?”
The other prospect’s hand grazed over my breasts, and I gasped and jumped back from him.
“The fuck did you just do to her?” Lowell demanded, getting between us in a heartbeat. I tried to stop him, but he kept himself in my way.
“Answer me, fuckhead, before I decide to show you how I got my fucking name.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but he’d told me to follow his lead, so I took a deep breath.
“He touched my breasts,” I said quietly, and my eyes widened as Lowell released a low possessive growling kinda noise.Wow. That was oddly sexy.
“You get off on groping women? You think you can touchmyfucking woman? Those aremyfucking tits!” There was a struggle, and a horrible crunching sound, followed by a pained yell. Oh god, I watched as Lowell released the prospect, and he cradled his misshapen wrist, hissing through his teeth.
“You fucking asshole, you broke my fucking wrist!”
“You’re lucky I’m feeling generous and trying to make nice here, or I’d break the other one too,” he turned to the other prospect, jerking his chin at him, “you gonna mind your fucking manners with my lady here?”
The young guy stared at Lowell for a moment, his body tensed and ready to fight him, but a voice interrupted the tense silence.
“Okay, that’s enough bullshit. Prospect, get that looked at, and quit your whining. Psycho, maybe try not to break anyone else before you even get through the gates,” Reaper said, grinning widely at Lowell. Damn… I had to remember to call him Psycho. The gate was open, and Reaper strode over to slap Lowell on the back.
“They were under orders to frisk you both, you know that’s standard before we let strangers in.”
We watched the first prospect go over to the one cradling his wrist, talking quietly to him, as he started to lead him away.
“You might wanna watch the other one, to be honest. At least that one groped a woman, but the other? That fucker fondled my junk. That in his job description, man? Only she gets to cup my junk, yeah?” They both turned to look at me, and my blush was real, as was my mortification.
More than that though, I wished he meant it. Why was I suddenly yearning for Lowell, like he hadn’t been beside me for weeks, but like I was seeing the real him lately? He’d come out of his self-imposed shell, and started to show me more of his character, and I really liked him like this. And his soft caring side was so intoxicating, because I’d never had that from a man. Ever.
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