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H aving Abbey in my personal space is doing something to me. Something I’m sure she’s not fucking ready for if I don’t get a fucking grip, and fast.

“Oh wow,” she gasps as she rounds the corner behind me, her big eyes locking onto my massive bed.

My room at the Western might have been a dump, but here, I live like a fucking king.

Turning away, I hide the smirk tugging at my lips, feeling a little smug that she’s impressed by my moody, oversized room.

My four poster bed was custom made to accommodate a big prick like me, and it suits the space with the dark charcoal panels stretching up the wall at the head of the bed, and the gold-framed mirror centred on top. I’ve imagined Abbey on top of me, riding me, watching herself come undone in that mirror.

Fuck. Now I’m hard.

I should have left her to explore my room alone and made myself scarce out in the fucking barn.

That would have been smarter. Safer.

Instead I’m pacing like a caged lion, because part of me is ready to pounce. Pin her down. Claim her with a brutal thrust.

But fuck, the other part of me, a part I don’t fully understand, just wants to hold her. Much like last night in the chair, when she curled up on my lap and fell asleep.

As much as I want to taste every inch of her with my tongue, and hear those soft little whimpers spill from her lips like they did that night at the Western, before everything went to fucking hell… I’d also just be as happy to simply keep her safe and protect her with everything I’ve got until my last damn breath on this Earth.

See? Fucking confusing.

Ringo, the fucking Sergeant-at-Arms of the Southern Sadists MC doesn’t fucking snuggle.

Until now, apparently.

And it’s all because of an angel I shouldn’t want like I do.

“I take it my bedroom gets your seal of approval?” I tease, biting back my smirk as I eye her again.

“Duh. Who wouldn’t like this?” she deadpans, a grin tugging at the corner of her plump lips.

Even though she’s still too skinny for my liking, she’s filled out more now. The apple of her cheeks are a closer match to her portrait in her parent’s house. Her tits… well, they are hard to miss now, the pregnancy obviously contributing to her already plump melons.

And then there’s her baby bump.

Fuck .

I’ve finally stopped seeing ghosts of Kylie’s gaunt strung-out face now. And all I see is Abbey. A fighter. A survivor. A mum to be, willing to risk it all to protect her child.

She’s fucking beautiful.

As she moves to the bedside table, I watch her scan over the book resting on top, before flicking her gaze back to me.

“Hypothetically speaking, if I were to snoop in your drawers here, am I going to find the same thing I found at the Western?”

Even as the words leave her mouth, her cheeks flare to life with a rosy tint.

She’s referring to my fleshlight. Probably remembering how I caught her touching it. How she slid her finger inside it.

Jesus.

“You will,” I confirm, my voice low, and those caramel orbs flare as she shakes her head.

“Sorry. That’s none of my business. I don’t even know why I asked that.”

Chuckling, I close the distance, noticing how she doesn’t back away. She doesn’t stiffen. She even angles herself towards me, like she’s welcoming me into her space.

Fuck. I wish she’d retreat. I wish she’d give me a reason to stay away.

“I’ve missed your curiosity, Angel. Don’t hold back with me.”

What the hell am I saying?

She needs to hold back, because I’m not sure I’ve got enough strength left to be the decent one.

For a long drawn out beat, she simply stares up at me.

And then, a slight frown puckers her brows.

“What’s that for?” I reach up, smoothing it with my thumb.

“I…” she murmurs, then shakes he r head, dropping her gaze to the carpet between us.

Submissive.

Shit.

I shouldn’t crave the thing that’s made her such a victim for so long. But I fucking do. I’m so tempted to tell her to kneel, just to see if she’ll do it.

But I won’t take that from her.

If she wants it, then she has to be the one to decide it.

“You need me to demand it, Angel?” I growl instead, my voice rough with want.

My pulse is thundering, waiting to see if she’ll say yes, but like always, Abbey surprises me.

Clearing her throat as she shakes her head, her big doe eyes lock with mine.

“I don’t think I should stay here. Your sister wasn’t wrong. I could bring danger to their doorstep.”

Okay, so I don’t hate her speaking up. Not one bit. I’d like not to spend my time trying to figure out what’s going on inside that head of hers, so her honesty is welcome.

“Would it make you feel better if I said, you don’t have a choice?” I ask. “I’ve stolen you again, Angel. You can stay willingly, or as my little captive. Your call.”

Her eyes burn with anger, but underneath it, there’s a flicker of something else.

Desire, maybe?

Hunger?

“Wow. So many options to choose from,” she quips, full of sass, and fuck me if it doesn’t drag a growl from my chest .

In one swift move, I grip her arms and shove her down onto my bed.

She gasps, wide eyed, but I don’t know if it’s from the force or the surprise.

“I think we’ll go with you being my little captive, ” I growl, wedging my knees between hers, forcing her thighs to part as I cage her in.

“Why?” she breathes, biting her lower lip, drawing my attention there.

Fuck, I want to kiss her again. Bite down on that lip too, and draw blood.

“Because I like it when you submit to me.” I lean closer, my voice raspy as fuck. “And I think you crave being controlled, even if you don’t understand why.”

Her lips part, as if she’s gearing up to argue, but then snaps them shut, her big doe eyes flickering with uneasiness.

“Is there something wrong with me?” she whispers. “You know… for being like that?”

It’s as close to an admission of acceptance as I’m going to get from her.

She knows she’s a submissive. I’ve told her as much. But given the way she was raised, I can see it doesn’t sit right with her.

She wants to fight against the way she was brought up. Wants to be something else. Someone else. But honestly? I think it’s just who she is. Her mum likely saw it too, and she fucking abused it. Bent Abbey’s nature into something ugly so she could control her.

“There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you, Angel. You’re fucking perfect. ”

Shit. I need to stop saying what’s in my damn head.

Her face softens, lips parting just a little as she speaks a quiet truth of her own.

“I don’t know that I’m perfect, but when you look at me like that, I feel it.”

Fuck. I want to kiss her.

I want to kiss her, press her into this mattress, and grind my cock against her soaked core until she’s begging me to finish what I started.

“Shit,” I rasp, leaning in and pressing my forehead to hers, eyes squeezing shut as I breathe her in. Her scent, her breath, the fucking warmth of her lips hovering so close to mine.

She’s right there.

So close.

I could just do it. Step over the line and…

Rearing back, I shove off the bed, leaving her wide eyed as I put distance between us.

“Bathroom is through there.” I point to the open door across the room. “You should find everything you need.”

Moving to the wardrobe, I scoop up a couple of sleeping bags and some spare clothes for JD. When I turn back to Abbey, she’s sitting up on my bed, her cheeks flushed and confusion etched across her pretty face.

“What are you doing?”

“Grabbing a few things for me and JD,” I tell her casually, already moving back into the living area.

“Aren’t you staying here with me?” she calls after me, before quickly backpedaling. “I mean… you don’t have to. I guess it just seems weird that you’d give up your bed. Because I can totally sleep somewhere else if you want your own space, Cameron. The little nook under th e stairs with the bookshelves is kind of perfect, actually. I can sleep there and—”

I spin back to her, cutting off her nervous ramble.

“You’re sleeping in my bed. You’re staying in my room. And I’m staying out in the barn. That’s all there is to it.”

Her mouth drops open as she frowns.

“But why? Did I do something wrong?”

I shake my head, closing the space between us, the sleeping bags and clothes still clutched to my chest.

“You didn’t do anything, Angel. I just think my ma would prefer it this way.”

Lies. Fucking lies. I told her I’d never lie to her, yet here I fucking am, lying right to her face.

But what am I meant to say?

If I stay here, I’ll fuck you. I’ll drive my cock so deep inside you, you’ll forget any man has ever touched you.

Yeah, nah. I can’t fucking say that.

Abbey isn’t ready to be fucked. Not yet. Not like that.

When she decides to part her thighs for someone—and fuck, I hope it’s me or there’ll be hell to fucking pay—it can’t be anything but soft, caring, and worshipping. But eventually, she’ll let me wreck her. Let me fuck her hard and rough in a way that reclaims her as mine each and every fucking time.

“Oh. Of course.” She nods, her frown still in place, like she’s annoyed at herself for not considering what my ma would want.

I’m a fucking prick.

“This is your mother’s house. We need to respect her wishes.”

“It’s mine actually, but yeah, it may as well be hers.”

Nodding, Abbey’s hands fidget in front of her bump, vulnerability bleeding out of her .

Fuck.

Tossing the stuff in my arms down, I step into her space, cupping her face.

“I’m sorry, Angel. I should’ve said something sooner.”

“It’s fine,” she breathes, lips twitching into a small smile.

I can’t help myself, and graze my thumb over her bottom lip, tugging it down just enough to catch a glimpse of her teeth.

Fuck, I want her on her knees while I do that. I want to watch the tip of my cock press past her lips and—

“What are you thinking about right now?”

Her voice snaps me out of my depraved thoughts, and I blink, as I come back to reality.

“You don’t want to know.”

She bites her lip. “What if I do?”

“Fuck, Angel. Stop,” I growl, dropping my hands from her face and taking a step back. “You’re dangerous.”

Her grin grows.

“Do you want your sex toy? You might need it,” she teases, a wicked glint lighting up her eyes.

“I should spank you for that.”

She shrugs. “I’m beginning to think you’re all bark and no bite, Cameron Musgrove.”

My eyes fucking narrow. “Don’t poke the fucking bear, Angel. You might not like the consequences.”

Her smile fades a little and she nods. “True. Even so… do you want your thing?” She juts her thumb over her shoulder, gesturing to my bedroom, and I know she’s referring to my fleshlight.

“You think I’m gonna whip it out in front of JD and go to town on it? ”

She shrugs. “I don’t know what you’re into. But you did… you know… wank ,” she whispers the last word, “that night in the courtyard in front of everyone, so I figured…” she trails off, not finishing that thought.

“I like to watch JD fuck.” I shrug, like it’s no big deal. “It’s like live porn. But me and my toy? We’ve got a private thing. She doesn’t like an audience.”

Abbey’s face turns crimson. The flush creeps up her neck, painting her cheeks and bleeding into her temples.

Stepping closer, I lean down, lips brushing her ear.

“She’d love you to watch me fuck her, though.”

A strangled gasp escapes Abbey’s lips as I pull back, smirking at her stunned expression.

“There are snacks in the cupboard,” I say casually like I wasn’t just talking about fucking a toy in front of her. “Cold drinks in the fridge. I’ll restock it later and give this place a clean since it’s been left untouched for nearly six weeks.” I pick up the sleeping bags and clothes again, straightening, my eyes lingering on her beautiful face. “In the meantime, settle in. Have a bath. Take a nap. You can relax here, Angel. You’re safe.”

She nods, not saying a word as she stares at me, so I shoot her a wink and haul arse out of there before I give in and strip her bare and eat her cunt for fucking lunch.

I leave out the back door, dodging my ma and sisters. I need a fucking minute so I can switch gears and deal with MC business.

“Update?” I call as I step into the barn, the aircon already on, the chill prickling over my skin.

From the outside, this place looks like a regular barn. Maybe a place for livestock. But inside, it’s a biker’s paradise .

I lived out here while the house was being built, back before the fucking pandemic shut the world down. The barn is fully equipped, has a number of small bunk rooms, which have on occasion lodged some of my club brothers.

When the lockdowns first started, some of the Southern Sadists hunkered down here, but I wasn’t a fan of my ma witnessing my club’s chaos. Doxies, booze, and club brothers with zero shame.

Once restrictions lifted, Smitty made it his mission to make sure we were never separated again which is when the Western became our shared home.

The truth is, living twenty-four seven at the club isn’t my thing.

Yeah, they are my family, but I’m a solitary bastard. I like space and privacy.

But given the situation, and the fact I didn’t have an old lady or kids to keep me away, I couldn’t fucking refuse.

How would that look to my club brothers? To our associates?

“Cops are raiding the Western now.”

JD’s voice comes from behind the bar, and I veer that way, watching him swig on a beer.

“Fuck,” I snap. “On what grounds?”

“Amber alert.”

I freeze mid-step. “What the fuck do you mean, Amber alert?”

JD frowns. “You know… a kid’s been taken.”

“I know what an Amber alert is , JD. I’m asking what the fuck it’s got to do with us?”

I toss the things in my arms onto the old black leather couch and approach the bar .

“They are looking for, and I quote, a young, underage missing teen. Abbey Delaney from Fox Pines.”

“The fuck! She’s not underage.”

“You sure? Could she be lying?” JD arches a brow, and I slam my fucking fist down on the counter.

“She’s not fucking lying!”

Even as I say it, the doubt creeps in.

I haven’t exactly seen her birth certificate or driver’s licence.

“Fuck,” I mutter, yanking my phone from my pocket and calling the burner Lexi has.

It rings twice before it picks up and Lexi’s anxious voice meets my ears.

“Tell me she’s safe.”

“She’s safe,” I snap, always the arrogant fucker. “Now you tell me why the fuck the cops are raiding my club under an Amber alert saying Abbey is underage?”

“I don’t know,” Lexi huffs. “They said the same thing when they raided Ayden’s dad’s apartment and recording studio. But Abbey is eighteen, Ringo. Her birthday is in August. In less than five months she’ll be nineteen.”

“Jesus fucking Christ. Either Allen’s got friends in high places with the ability to forge records, or the Amber alert raids aren’t even fucking legal.”

JD’s phone starts ringing then, and he holds it up to show me, Prez flashing across the screen.

“Gotta go, Lexi. I’ll have Abbey call you later.”

“Okay, thanks.”

She hangs up, and JD accepts Smitty’s call, putting it on speaker.

“Hey, Prez. We’re both here. ”

“You reach your destination?” Smitty barks, voice tight like he’s been smashing up more fucking furniture.

“We have.” I step closer to make sure he can hear me. “Tell me the raid on the Western wasn’t too bad.”

“Can’t fucking do that,” Smitty snaps. “Six of our men got hauled away for possession. Darla and Casey got roughed up. And, they fucking shot Molly! ”

My fucking eyes bug out of my head as JD gasps in a way that sounds more like he has a pussy and not a cock.

“They shot Molly?” I growl, needing fucking confirmation, because surely I heard him wrong and the cops didn’t shoot a fucking dog.

“THEY FUCKING SHOT OUR QUEEN!” Smitty roars, and something crashes in the background.

“She’s in surgery now,” Spud cuts in, our VP taking over. “Allen fired the shot after Molly went for his leg. The bullet clipped her side. Passed clean through, but she lost a lot of blood. The vet and his team are doing everything they can.”

“Fucking hell,” JD mutters, before Smitty rejoins the conversation.

“Tell me why we are protecting this girl,” he snaps. “Why the fuck are we bleeding for a stranger who isn’t even club?”

I fucking stiffen.

This is what I’ve been afraid of. It’s why I claimed her as mine.

“What the fuck, man?” I snarl. “We spoke about this. Three fucking weeks ago. I claimed her as mine. You said you fucking liked her. You told me to do what I had to in order to keep her safe.”

“THAT WAS BEFORE THEY SHOT MY DOG!”

More smashing echoes through the line, and I rake a hand through my hair in frustration.

“Tell me why my Queen is bleeding out because of a knocked up runaway teen?!”

I. Fucking. Snap!

Snatching JD’s discarded beer bottle off the counter, I hurl the fucking thing at the wall with an exploding shatter.

“I fucking told you what happened to her, Nate!” I roar, using his real name. “You were on fucking board with protecting her. And now you’re fucking backtracking?!”

“I guess I fucking am, given the shitstorm she’s dragged us into!” Smitty bellows so loudly that the speaker on the phone crackles.

I glare at the fucking phone, picturing his face and my fist caving it the fuck in.

“I’ve given this club everything , Smitty! You fucking know I have. And now, when I need backup, you’re gonna leave me hanging?”

For a long fucking moment, there’s a heavy silence before Smitty clears his throat.

“We have fucking rules for a reason. To protect everyone in our club. And now, because of your little piece of arse , my whole club is in fucking jeopardy. If I keep backing her as an outsider, our brothers will doubt my fucking ability to do my job!”

His words make me pause, and I run them through my head a few times before responding.

“What the fuck are you saying?”

“You’ve got two options, man.” He clears his throat like he’s gearing up to drop bad news. “Toss her aside… or make her yours. ”

My brows hitch.

What the fuck!

“I have claimed her,” I point out, and Smitty scoffs.

“You said some fucking words to keep your brothers from copping a fucking feel.”

“I said the fucking words to make her my old lady. That makes her part of the club.”

“Not enough anymore.” His words send my heart crashing into my gut. “If you want our men to rally and lay down their fucking lives for her… If you want to repair the fucking damage done to our club’s reputation, then something has to fucking give.”

Another crash of what sounds like a glass echoes through the speaker as Smitty’s already short tethered temper makes another appearance.

“Because right now, we look fucking weak. Like a loose end they don’t fucking need. And all because we’re too busy playing vigilante for some nobody, who just led the pigs straight to their front fucking doors.”

The phone crackles like it’s being moved, and when Smitty speaks again, I can tell his lips are practically pressed to the phone.

“As President, I can overrule her old lady status if she’s dragging our club down.”

My eyes flick to JD’s, his wide with panic as he shrugs.

“Is that what you’re doing?” I growl, my fists balled tight on the benchtop, ready to destroy something.

“I will… unless you seal the deal in the one way I can’t fucking undo.”

I frown hard, my mind fucking reeling at what he’s implying, but JD chimes in before I get another word out.

“Uh, Prez… can you spell it out for us? We’re not quite following what you’re saying.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Smitty snarls. “Either marry her. Or bounce her. I want your answer now.”