“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 and I go off together anywhere I handle the bill,” he says.
“But I can pay for my own things,” I protest.
“Not saying you can’t but when we’re going anywhere together, you let your ol’ man take care of it.” He doesn’t give me a chance to argue anymore about the fact by pulling me over to a gorgeous slick motorcycle. Shades of grays and blacks mixing together to create beauty stands in front of me as he climbs on. Looking closer at the fuel tank the two colors swirling together actually look like chains blended into the paint.
Holy shit that is awesome!
“Your bike is beautiful,” I say, gaining a chuckle from him and several others I hadn’t even bother to realize were around us.
“Baby, get on the bike and let’s get out of here before you make me change my mind,” he commands as he holds a hand out for me to take.
“And that’s a bad thing,” I smile feeling a little ballsy.
“Bitsy, get on the fuckin’ bike now,” Chains growls, but his gaze holds a sparkle of lust in them that I can’t wait to see more of.
Chapter Nine
Chains
Fuck me, if watching my Bitsy as she takes in the French Quarter isn’t something to see I don’t know what is. What I do know is my cock is on the verge of bursting out of my fuckin’ jeans right now.
“Tiny looks like she’s a kid in the candy store,” Breaker says from next to me as we watch her glancing in the windows of the different shops we pass by. However, I’d noticed she’d yet to go in any of them.
“Yeah she does,” I grin, not taking my gaze off my woman. It may be daylight right now, but we know the dangers that surround us. If a woman catches the wrong attention out here, she could easily be scooped up and never seen again. I’m not about to have that happen to my Bitsy.
“You really like her, huh?” Breaker murmurs.
“She’s the one I’ve been waiting for. I remember my dad telling me when you find the one who speaks to your soul you’ll know. Fight if you want but in the end your heart will take you where it’s meant to be,” I say, repeating his words as they pop to the front of my mind.
“Good. Your dad knew what he was talking about and if you didn’t snag that woman up, I definitely would have. She’s not a stray and deserves to be treated like a queen,” Breaker grins as I narrow my gaze on him.
“Don’t ever mention you snagging my ol’ lady again, brother,” I growl. Love him and the rest of my brothers but I don’t want to ever think about any of them wanting to be with Tiny. She’s mine and that’s never gonna change.
Deciding she needed to finally stop window shopping and go inside. I step up behind my Bitsy and wrap my arms around her waist to guide her into the store we were currently standing in front of. I internally groan realizing it’s a bookstore but Tiny tilts her head up and grins at me. Guess she must love books.
Shit. I need to learn more about her other than what I already know. Not knowing the simplest thing like this is fucked up. Then again, we have the rest of our lives, if I have it my way, to learn every little detail about each other.