Her Possessive Bikers

29. Tres

29

TRES

M y phone buzzes and Jacoby's panicked voice fills my ear. "Boss, we got a problem.

"I ain't got the time for games Jacoby, what's going on?" I say irritatingly.

"First let me preface this by saying please don't put me back on oil change duty…" Jacoby starts.

"Cut the shit Wilson, what is it?"

"Uh see, Indy took off while I was on the phone with you." He says sheepishly. I can picture him rubbing his shaved ass head from here.

"What the fuck do you mean she took off?" The leather of my grip creaks against the handlebars of my bike.

"She said she was going to make a sandwich. Next thing I know, the Chevelle's peeling out of the lot."

"Jesus Christ." I kick my bike to life. "She's headed to the house. Stubborn like her damn Dad. Stay put in case she comes back."

"But-"

"That's an order." I end the call and tear through the streets, weaving between cars.

Much faster than it legally takes to get there, the burned-out shell of Brick's house comes into view. I park two blocks away, cutting the engine. No sense announcing my presence - might be walking into a trap if our rivals are watching the place.

The Chevelle sits in what's left of the driveway, its chrome gleaming in the afternoon sun. Smart girl at least parked where she could make a quick getaway if needed.

I move silent as death through the neighboring yards, keeping to the shadows. My boots don't make a sound on the scorched grass. Through the blown-out windows, I catch glimpses of movement - Indy picking through the wreckage.

She needs to understand she can't pull this kind of stunt. Not with things as volatile as they are. Time to teach her a lesson about club safety protocols.

I slip in through the back door, avoiding the creaky spots I remember from years of visiting Brick. The acrid smell of smoke and melted plastic fills my nose. Water damage has warped the hardwood floors, but they're still solid enough to move quietly across.

Up ahead, Indy's humming softly to herself as she sorts through a pile of salvage. She has no idea I'm here. Perfect.

I position myself in the doorway behind her, crossing my arms. Now to give her the scare of her life...

I move silently behind her and grab her arm, spinning her around. Her eyes widen in shock as I pin her against the charred wall, my forearm across her collarbone.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" My voice comes out as a low growl. "You can't just take off like that. There are people watching this place, waiting for you to show up."

"Get off me." She struggles against my grip, but I hold firm. "You're not my damn Dad."

"No. But I'm not letting go until you understand how goddamn reckless this was. Your father trusted me to keep you safe. I promised him-"

"I don't need your protection!" Her eyes flash with defiance. "I'm not some helpless little girl who needs big strong bikers to save her."

"Really? Because running straight into what could be a trap seems pretty fucking helpless to me."

"I said..." Her knee comes up fast between us, but I block it with my thigh. "Get. The Fuck. Off. Me."

I lean in closer, letting her feel my full weight against her. "Make me."

Her fist connects with my jaw before I can react. Pain explodes across my face as my head snaps to the side.

The sting in my jaw sends heat rushing through my body. Damn, she's got fire. I work my jaw side to side, tasting copper where my teeth caught my cheek. My grip on her loosens slightly as a smirk tugs at my lips.

"That all you got, baby girl?"

Her chest heaves against mine, eyes blazing. The scent of her shampoo mingles with smoke and sweat. She tries to knee me again, but I press closer, pinning her legs with mine.

"Don't call me baby," she spits.

"No? What should I call you then?" I lean in until my lips brush her ear. "Because right now, you're acting like a spoiled little brat who needs to be taught a lesson."

She shivers against me. "Fuck you."

"Such language. But that's what you want me to do isn't it baby, fuck you?" My free hand slides up her arm, feeling goosebumps rise under my touch. "What would your daddy say?"

"Don't you dare bring him into this." Her voice wavers, but there's steel underneath.

"Then stop acting stupid and let me keep you safe." My thumb traces her collarbone where my forearm pins her. "Or do you enjoy making me chase you?"

Her breath catches. I pull back just enough to see her face - pupils blown wide, lips parted. The defiance is still there, but now there's something else too. Something hungry.

"I don't need-" she starts, but I cut her off, crushing my mouth to hers.