“Who?” I demand.
“My father and his men,” she whispers so quietly I almost don’t hear her.
Fuckin’ hell if it’s not one thing it’s another and now I’ll have to make sure everyone is on high alert.
Chapter Eight
Tiny
Confessing my greatest fear almost feels like a weight off my shoulders.
Almost.
Sure, it’s not the only thing that I fear. I fear Jackal or someone like him will get ahold of me again and do what he did to me.
Fear consumes me with everything that I do. I guess you can call me a scared pansy or whatnot.
“How about we make it a run? All of us go for a ride and then we’ll stop long enough for you to get what you need from the store.” My heart stops at the caring thoughtfulness of Chains. He’s been nothing but tender with me since we started whatever we are.
I wish I knew what we were exactly. I don’t want to assume anything, but I also don’t want to ask.
“Okay,” I murmur in agreement.
“Good, Tyres, go let the brothers who are here know we’re going for a run. Have a prospect take a cage and meet us in town. We’ll put whatever we get in there,” he orders his VP, while running a hand along my spine.
Tingling sensations shoot through my body as I savor his touch.
“You got it, Prez. When do you want to leave?” Tyres asks.
“Thirty-minutes,” Chains says, glancing in his VP’s direction briefly.
The moment Tyres leaves us alone, Chains guides my movements until I’m straddling his lap.
“Now that we’re alone, I want to get a couple things straight, Bitsy,” he says calmly. I don’t respond as the all-knowing fear starts to creep in. Did I do something wrong? “First things first. When it comes to going out of this clubhouse, you have nothing to fuckin’ worry about. You want to go to the store a prospect will go with you to make sure you’re safe. Want to go for a fuckin’ walk? Go for it. If I can’t go with you then same thing, a prospect or even one of my brothers will go with you.
“Second thing, if the sperm donor who raised you even tries to come close to you, he’ll get a nice bullet between the eyes. Better yet, I’ll chain him up down in the bayou and let the gators have him. Bart’s not the only gator around here.
“Last thing, you have nothing to fear from any of my brothers. They’d take a bullet before ever hurting you so don’t think the only time you can laugh and joke with them is when you’re behind the bar. You’re mine, Bitsy. I won’t have anyone causing you any form of fear.”
I should have realized he’d figure out that was the only time I really interacted with the other club members. It’s stupid of me to think that I could hide something as simple as hiding my fear from Chains. He’s the type of man who can sense someone’s fear.
“Okay,” I finally murmur.
“Good,” he grins lifting a hand from my waist to grip my hair at the back of my head in order to pull me closer to him for a mouthwatering kiss.
God knows Chains can kiss and I’ve come to love having his mouth on mine. It’s almost like when we’re connected like this, he’s a part of me. Since the first kiss, I’ve become more and more comfortable with him and I want to go further than just kissing.
I know he wants more as well, considering the hardness growing between us. Feeling bold, I grind myself against him, rubbing my core against Chains’ hardness.
As Chains breaks the kiss, I moan in protest and open my eyes. Hell, I was so consumed by him I didn’t even realize I’d closed them. Meeting his gaze, I’m transfixed by the lust in them.
“Bitsy, when we get back tonight you’re mine,” he growls, releasing the grip on my hair he moves both hands to my waist to hold me in place. “I’ve been waiting for you to show me you were ready, and you have some shitty timing. But tonight, baby, when we get back from our little shopping trip, I’m officially making you mine.”
I never knew such simple words could cause me to feel the things that I am right now. However, with Chains, he has me wanting so much more.
“Now let’s get out of here before we skip the shopping trip all together,” he states, patting my ass.
“Maybe we should,” I murmur, clutching his shirt in my hands.
“I’m sure you think so, baby, but you said you need some things so we’re goin’.” Sighing I know I’m not getting out of this. Not even for the better joys of pleasure.
Damnit.
“Fine,” I pout as I climb off his lap.
“It’ll be fine, Bitsy, you’ll see,” Chains says with a firmness in his tone that I find soothing.
Nodding, I glance down at the floor becoming nervous this time rather than the fear that took hold earlier.
Here we go. I’m about to plunge into the deep end by doing something I haven’t done in years.
Other than the ride down from the Devil’s Riot MC, and my stay at the hospital, I haven’t left either club once stepping inside. No reason to when all I want to do is hide in the shadows and never be found.
With my hand firmly in Chains’ he guides the way from his office to the main room of the clubhouse. As we step in the room, I find it bare of anyone. I follow behind Chains as he guides me toward the front door.
“Shouldn’t I go grab my money?” I ask before he opens the door.
“Nope,” he states pulling the door open stepping through.
Sucking in a breath, I hold it as I step through as well.
Once outside, I glance up to meet his gaze.
“How am I going to get everything that I need without it?” I ask already knowing his answer.
“Bitsy, when you
