daughter to protect and a reason to fight on to make sure she found a good life for herself.
He caught sight of the gates and felt Marty tense. He reached down and patted her hand where it rested against his hip.
“No fear now, they can smell it.” He felt her tense for a second before she relaxed again.
“Oh gee thanks that helps so much.” She shouted over the engine.
Ace laughed then. She had spunk, that’s for sure. She would be able to handle the brothers, but maybe they wouldn’t be able to handle her.
“Suck it up and hold your head up. You are Defenders royalty and you damned well should act like it. Make me proud.”
He heard her snort and laughed again. She was like Janie. She might be terrified but she wouldn’t show it and he had always respected that.
Marty was scared shitless. She had only met a few bikers in her life and now she was about to walk into the inner sanctum of one of the biggest and baddest of them all. She would piss her pants, but she knew she couldn’t show fear and she knew Ace would protect her.
Ace stopped the motorcycle and she climbed off. He did the same and nodded when he gave her a once over. Apparently her jeans and hoodie would do to meet his brothers, she hoped so because she was not wearing anything more revealing than that.
They walked toward the imposing structure and Marty felt her heart speed up. She heard high pitched laughter and loud music from the back yard. She couldn’t be one of the women who simpered all over these men. She couldn’t do that. She gritted her teeth and concentrated on breathing. When Ace stopped she was so focused on walking that she bumped into his back and let out a curse. She peeked around his broad shoulders to find a man that looked familiar standing in the moonlight. He was looking at her with a frown.
“This your surprise? We don’t need any more unchecked whores Ace. She can’t be around until Spec gets her checked out. Not after what happened with Rider. You sure she’s even legal? She looks about sixteen for fuck’s sake.
He was staring straight at her as if she were something he would scrape off his shoe and that made her madder that a cat in a bathtub.
“Let me tell you something mister. I’m no whore and you can kiss my ass for suggesting it. I’m nineteen years old and I look every day of it. I don’t know who you think you are…”
Ace was smiling again, but the other man looked like he wanted to rip her head off and feed it to her. He lifted his hand and Marty went to scramble out of his reach when Ace caught the hand that was about to strike her.
“This is Marty Cross.”
He let his words hang in the air for a few beats and Marty watched curiosity cross the man’s face as his anger vanished.
“Janie’s?”
Ace nodded and pulled Marty in front of him. “And mine. Marty, meet Preacherman, the president of the Defenders MC and my brother by choice.”
Marty held out her hand and studied the man before her. “I’ve seen your picture. Mama had some. She said you were a tough son of a bitch, but I’ve never known if that was a bad thing or not.”
She watched a smile transformed his face. “Janie was a corker and we didn’t always see eye to eye. I think she blamed me for taking Ace away from her.” He took her hand in a firm but warm grip.
Marty shrugged. “You’re right, she did, but she said he’d have stayed if he really wanted to so she didn’t hate you.” She wet her lips. “So what do I do now? Do I have to take a blood oath or something?”
Preach laughed and slung his arm around her shoulders. “This one will stir things up Ace. Good luck with fatherhood brother. She didn’t get her looks from you. You may wish she had after the brothers get a look at her.”
He led her into a dimly lit room
He caught sight of the gates and felt Marty tense. He reached down and patted her hand where it rested against his hip.
“No fear now, they can smell it.” He felt her tense for a second before she relaxed again.
“Oh gee thanks that helps so much.” She shouted over the engine.
Ace laughed then. She had spunk, that’s for sure. She would be able to handle the brothers, but maybe they wouldn’t be able to handle her.
“Suck it up and hold your head up. You are Defenders royalty and you damned well should act like it. Make me proud.”
He heard her snort and laughed again. She was like Janie. She might be terrified but she wouldn’t show it and he had always respected that.
Marty was scared shitless. She had only met a few bikers in her life and now she was about to walk into the inner sanctum of one of the biggest and baddest of them all. She would piss her pants, but she knew she couldn’t show fear and she knew Ace would protect her.
Ace stopped the motorcycle and she climbed off. He did the same and nodded when he gave her a once over. Apparently her jeans and hoodie would do to meet his brothers, she hoped so because she was not wearing anything more revealing than that.
They walked toward the imposing structure and Marty felt her heart speed up. She heard high pitched laughter and loud music from the back yard. She couldn’t be one of the women who simpered all over these men. She couldn’t do that. She gritted her teeth and concentrated on breathing. When Ace stopped she was so focused on walking that she bumped into his back and let out a curse. She peeked around his broad shoulders to find a man that looked familiar standing in the moonlight. He was looking at her with a frown.
“This your surprise? We don’t need any more unchecked whores Ace. She can’t be around until Spec gets her checked out. Not after what happened with Rider. You sure she’s even legal? She looks about sixteen for fuck’s sake.
He was staring straight at her as if she were something he would scrape off his shoe and that made her madder that a cat in a bathtub.
“Let me tell you something mister. I’m no whore and you can kiss my ass for suggesting it. I’m nineteen years old and I look every day of it. I don’t know who you think you are…”
Ace was smiling again, but the other man looked like he wanted to rip her head off and feed it to her. He lifted his hand and Marty went to scramble out of his reach when Ace caught the hand that was about to strike her.
“This is Marty Cross.”
He let his words hang in the air for a few beats and Marty watched curiosity cross the man’s face as his anger vanished.
“Janie’s?”
Ace nodded and pulled Marty in front of him. “And mine. Marty, meet Preacherman, the president of the Defenders MC and my brother by choice.”
Marty held out her hand and studied the man before her. “I’ve seen your picture. Mama had some. She said you were a tough son of a bitch, but I’ve never known if that was a bad thing or not.”
She watched a smile transformed his face. “Janie was a corker and we didn’t always see eye to eye. I think she blamed me for taking Ace away from her.” He took her hand in a firm but warm grip.
Marty shrugged. “You’re right, she did, but she said he’d have stayed if he really wanted to so she didn’t hate you.” She wet her lips. “So what do I do now? Do I have to take a blood oath or something?”
Preach laughed and slung his arm around her shoulders. “This one will stir things up Ace. Good luck with fatherhood brother. She didn’t get her looks from you. You may wish she had after the brothers get a look at her.”
He led her into a dimly lit room
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