Feeling uneasy, I excuse myself to go to my room. It’s close to time for me to finish up and I need to be away from everyone right now. I’m sure they’d understand. I haven’t had a day off since I started working behind the bar.
Once in my room and I have the door locked, I get in the shower. After washing my hair, scrubbing my skin raw, repeating this twice, I shut the water off and get out. I grab my towel, that I keep hung up next to the shower, as I step out.
Soon as I’m dry, I dress in a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. This is the only time I’ll allow myself to wear anything that shows more skin than a normal t-shirt. If it comes up over my stomach when I lift my arms over my head, I throw it out. I’m not about to let anyone see my scars.
Pulling my bedding off the bed, I move everything to what I’ve started calling my corner in the room. No one can see me from here. The bed blocks the view of me. The moment my head hits my pillow, my eyes begin to droop. I’m definitely more exhausted than I’ve been letting on. Which is a really bad thing, because it means only one thing.
My nightmares are going to take over.
I just hope no one hears me scream.
Chapter Five
Chains
I knew something was wrong the moment Tiny excused herself.
“What the fuck happened?” I demand as I turn to face my uncle. Ryder raised me from the moment my parents died; refusing to allow my vindictive aunts to have me after what they did to my sister.
Ryder did his best to get Victoria back, but the best he could do was gain rights to see her. The adoption was iron clad and unable to be voided all thanks to the fact it was the governor of Louisiana and his wife who not only adopted her but bought her off my aunts.
“Whatcha mean, Chains?” Ryder asks in return as he lifts his beer to his mouth.
“I’m talking about what happened with Dee and Tiny and why the hell she just walked off like she did,” I growl.
“Dee was trying to stake her territory here, put her hands on Tiny when she spoke up to defend herself,” Ryder shrugs
“The fuck you mean that stray put her hands on Tiny?” I snarl.
Fuck I never get this pissed over a bitch and not toward my uncle either.
“Don’t worry, son, your girl took care of herself. Tiny told the little bitch that she was probably stretched out enough to take a bull’s dong. Never heard anything like it, but damn if it wasn’t funny. I stepped in before Dee could cause any more trouble,” Ryder chuckles shaking his head.
“She’s not my girl. But gotta admit that shit’s funny,” I state shaking my own head. Dee wants to be my ol’ lady. Her and Tar. That shit won’t ever happen. I don’t need an ol’ lady but a part of me wants to claim Tiny as mine.
Something about the woman speaks to me and I can’t help it.
“Say what you want, Chains, but remember I raised you from the time your parents died. I was there when shit happened with Deanna.” I can’t stop myself from flinching at the mention of my childhood best friend’s name. The girl I thought I’d give my heart to yet didn’t. It’s a good thing I hadn’t because now I want nothing more than to see her dead. She’s no longer the girl I saw her as but rather the enemy.
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.