During our last two years of high school I’d noticed a change in Deanna. She’d grown harder with each day. The day we graduated she told me she was to marry another man and help run the family business.
I hadn’t known at the time what that business was. Not until one night I followed Deanna home. The guy she was marrying was the very same man who killed my parents.
Delano Delancy.
I’d been hurt by the fact she’d married the vile man and cut her from my life.
Delancy is pretty much the king of Louisiana. He controls all the drugs and prostitution around here. We’d been working our way into the inner circle to take them down. The club has done some shady shit in dealing with Parker, who’s the middleman for Delancy, and also the same man who my sister was supposed to marry.
I’ve been dying to take out Parker, but I can’t. He’s my in for getting closer to Delano and Deanna again. I have every intention of taking them both out eventually. It’s just a matter of time. Now with Victoria protected by the Devil’s Riot MC, I can maintain my focus solely on building the fire to destroy the Delancys.
“Don’t talk about that bitch,” I grumble.
“Not trying to, Chains, what I’m trying to get at is Tiny isn’t like that cunt. She’s pure of the evil our lives are filled with,” Ryder says solemnly.
“That’s why she’ll never be mine. She doesn’t need this kinda life,” I state finishing my beer.
“If you say so. Just remember this, just because Deanna chose to be side by side with a man who caused you so much pain doesn’t mean all women are like her. Vi isn’t and neither is Tiny. My advice would be not to let your head stop what your heart wants, and I can tell you want her to be yours.” With that my uncle finishes his beer and leaves me sitting there.
Lifting my beer, I chug the rest of it down and head toward my room. My uncle’s words playing on a loop through my head.
He might be willing to open his heart up. But I saw what love did to those around me. I’m not about to let that happen.
Am I?
With a hand on the doorknob to my room, I glance at the closed door next to mine. Is she okay in there? Maybe I should check on her.
No. Nope, don’t think about it. She’s fine. Probably already asleep. She’d looked exhausted.
Sighing, I step into my room and close the door behind me.
Stripping out of my clothes, I put my gun on top of the dresser and head for the bathroom to take a shower. I turn the water on and step under the spray before it has a chance to warm up. Closing my eyes, I tilt my head back letting the water hit my face while visions of a beautiful woman fills my mind.
My dick hardens as I imagine Tiny standing bare in front of me. Her small hands run along my body while she presses her mouth against my skin.
Reaching down I stroke my dick to the vision in my head. My body’s taut with need for my Bitsy and I come within minutes like a teenage boy touching himself.
Fuck.
Tiny has gotten under my skin more than I thought she had.
Finishing my shower, I step out of the stall as I reach for a towel to dry off. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I head back into my room to grab a pair of sweats out of my dresser. Just as I drop the towel and pull my sweats over my waist there’s an ear-piercing scream coming from the other side of the wall.
What the fuck?
Tiny.
Grabbing my gun off the dresser and running out of the room, needing to get to my woman. I spot Breaker rushing through his own door pulling up his pants.
I don’t say anything as I kick Tiny’s door in. I didn’t bother checking to see if it was locked or not. My main focus was getting to her.
Stepping into the room, I glance toward the bed. Finding it stripped of its bedding, I furrow my brows.
Where is she?
Whimpers can be heard from the other side of the room. Did she fall off the bed? Is that why she screamed out?
“Tiny?” I call out as I round the bed and come to a stop.
“Fuck, Prez,” Breaker mutters.
On the floor lying on top of the comforter is my Bitsy.
“Looks like she’s been sleeping on the floor. Bed doesn’t even look slept in, there’s no wrinkles in the sheets, Prez.” I don’t bother glancing at the bed in confirmation. Handing Breaker my gun, I silently move toward Tiny.
I’m not about to leave her in here lying on the floor like a damn dog. Crouching down I scoop Tiny up in my arms. She’s so deep in her nightmare she doesn’t even fight me.
“Where you takin’ her?” Breaker whispers as he follows me out of Tiny’s room.
“My room,” I say without hesitation. It’s where she belongs.
Fuck me. My uncle was right. Tiny’s mine and I need to stop fighting it.
Chapter Six
Tiny
Jolting awake I find myself pinned to a warm body. Panic hits me and I begin to fight my way free of the hold.
“Bitsy, calm down it’s me,” Chains’ voice is alert as if he were fully awake and his arm tightens around me. At the realization it’s Chains holding me I stop fighting him, but the panic doesn’t let up. I find it hard to breathe. Like the air was sucked out of the room.
“Breathe, Bitsy. Take a deep breath,” Chains says calmly, cupping my cheek.
Doing as he suggested I take a couple of breaths before tilting my head to meet Chains’
