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N o matter how many fucking times I tell Smitty that I’m not interested in the fucking Doxy girls, he still insists on parading them and their so-called skills in front of me. My gaze travels over Wendy, one of the more senior Doxies who has spread herself out on the table before me, legs wide, muff bare, her fingers sinking inside herself as she moans like it actually feels good.

Maybe it does. Who fucking knows, but it’s of no interest to me.

“We are going to help the Marx crew break into the warehouse north of the city,” my Prez mutters, his eyes dropping to his lap as Celina, one of his personal Doxies, grinds her bare arse over his hard-on hidden behind his jeans.

Thank fuck .

I’ve seen his dick enough over the years, and I really don’t want to see that fucking thing tonight.

“The Triad warehouse?” I ask, my brows shooting high.

“Yep. Those fuckers have the state’s supply of dunny roll. It’s about fucking time they share.”

I chuckle. “Not just that. I’m certain they are behind the haul of PPE gear stolen last year.”

Smitty nods, his hands gripping Celina’s hips as he grinds up against her, while Molly, his real queen, an eight-year-old rottweiler, sits by his feet. “Yeah, those fuckers are stealing our business.”

It’s fucking true. They are.

In a time where people are forced to remain locked inside their homes, our regular trade of drugs and guns has practically dried up. We’ve had to think fucking quick, and what everyone was after became what we traded in. Essential items. Medical resources. And fucking dunny roll. Who would have thought toilet paper would become so fucking valuable?

A loud moan floats from Wendy, like she’s trying to gain my attention as I lounge back in the chair and sip my fucking Sarsaparilla.

Yep, just like every other time there’s a celebration in the MC, I’m on the hard stuff. The guys used to give me shit over it years ago, like my decision not to intoxicate myself with drugs and alcohol somehow made me weak, but when they realised that in fact, while they were all fucking useless, I was still on my game, alert, present and ready just like a sergeant-in-arms should be.

A role I take fucking seriously .

After all, I’m basically the closest thing to law these men have. We have rules and bylaws, and it’s my job to fucking ensure the members adhere to them.

Fucking pity I’m the one who has broken the rules by involving other members in a personal job and then sneaking an outsider into our compound.

Fuck.

“Ringo. You look hungry,” Wendy purrs, spreading her legs so wide that her feet now hug the outside of the table. “Come a little closer and have a taste.”

For fuck’s sake, why does Smitty insist on humiliating the Doxies like this in front of me?

She knows, and he fucking knows, I’ll reject her. It’s not like after three fucking years of saying no that I’m just going to suddenly change my fucking mind and want to fuck one of them.

I go to shoot my Prez a fucking glare to remind him I’m not into this shit, when I notice his frown, his eyes taking in something behind me.

Then I hear it. A small gasp from behind me.

“Who’s this?” Smitty asks, sitting taller in his seat, Molly standing to attention next to him, and my head snaps over my shoulder to see Abbey staring wide eyed, her big doe eyes practically the only noticeable thing about her as she hides in my hoodie.

FUCK!

Why the fuck is she here?

Spinning away from me, even as I go to stand, she makes a run for it, only to slam into Brody as he comes rushing in like a fire is lit under his arse. “Fuck, I wasn’t meant to let you out. ”

A fearful whimper flies from Abbey as she shoves Brody aside and bolts out the door.

“Who the fuck was that?” Smitty asks over Molly’s barking, shoving Celina off his lap, and I hesitate for a fucking moment, not sure if I should answer him first or go after Abbey first.

Fuck.

I decide I can answer him later, and instead I lurch forward, grabbing Brody by the scruff. “You’re fucking out!” I boom before shoving him backwards out the door, where he falls on his arse.

“Ringo!” Smitty yells as I take fucking chase, needing to find Abbey before she gets found by someone else.

As I clear the pool area, I skid to a stop at the edge of the courtyard, my gaze racing over the crowd just in time to spot her slight frame engulfed in my black hoodie, disappearing into the crowd before it absorbs her.

My feet move instantly, heading towards the place I lost sight of her and unfortunately, the savage growls of an unhappy Molly follow. I shove through the crowd, my club brothers already in full fucking party mode as they mess with the Doxy girls, unaware of the building drama.

My eyes rake over everyone as I try to spot her, but it’s her cries that draw me to the side of the crowd where I see the big burly back of one of our older members, Fryer, as he cages someone in against the brick wall.

I see fucking red!

My feet pound heavily as I storm forward, watching as Abbey’s small hands try to push him back, and as I get closer and her terrified face comes into view, I hear her repeated words over and over.

“No. No. No. ”

Fryer fucking palms her tit before his words meet my ears. “Who brought in a new toy? Fuck yes.”

“The fuck!” I roar, my fingers digging into his cut as I drag him off her before I pull back and clock him in the jaw with a loud crack.

“What the fuck, Ringo!” he sneers, stumbling back into a nearly dead shrub as Abbey presses herself so close to the wall it’s like she’s trying to disappear through it.

I can’t tell who she’s scared of. Me, Fryer, or Molly standing off to the side savagely barking like she’s gearing up to attack.

“Keep your fucking hands off what’s mine!” I roar, balling my fist in his direction and, unfortunately, catching the attention of others behind me.

“What do you mean, she’s yours?”

Fuck.

Smitty.

I spin to see our club President, my friend, looming behind me with half our fucking members at his back.

He followed me.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

My eyes catch sight of Jols and Trunk, their concern evident, although I’m not sure if it’s for me, Abbey, or the fact they may be implicated.

“Molly! Quiet!” Smitty hisses and the dog instantly stops barking, moving to his side but keeping her eyes trained on Abbey.

Turning back to eye my captive, I move to her, noticing how she tries to shrink back further as I approach like she’s fucking scared of me.

Maybe she should be. I’m not good fucking people.

Stepping forward, I grip her arm, ignoring the way she tries to pull away as I tug her to my chest where I roughly hold her, unsure how to fucking rein in my temper.

Fuck. What do I do here?

Ignoring everyone else, and knowing I need to give Smitty some fucking answers, I tug Abbey back just as forcefully and snarl in her face.

“The fuck did I tell you?”

She flinches at my harsh tone, her eyes pooling with tears as her lip trembles and fuck do I want to punch myself in the fucking head.

She doesn’t deserve to be treated like this.

“Y-your phone rang,” she stutters quietly. Timidly like a little mouse. “I t-tried to get B-Brody to find you but he was b-busy and the p-phone rang so many times. I knew y-you needed to take the c-call.”

Shit. The fucking call.

I shouldn’t have left my phone with her. What the fuck was I thinking?

She was bored and looked so helpless… fuck.

“Ringo, who the fuck is this? What’s going on?” Smitty’s angered tone makes me stiffen. He’s clearly had enough of waiting for me to fucking clue him in.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I shake my head, knowing I only have one choice, so I lean closer to speak to the scared angel trembling in my hold, so only she can hear.

“If you want to get out of this unscathed, Angel, go along with every-fucking-thing I say. You got it? ”

Her caramel gaze locks with mine, glassy from unshed tears, and even though she whimpers, she nods, so I nod back and release my grip on her arm, spinning to face the fucking music.

“She’s mine,” I declare.

Smitty frowns, while feminine gasps come from the Doxy girls watching on, and a few hoots come from some of my club brothers.

“Since fucking when?” Smitty snaps, taking a step forward, his glare hard and his tone accusing. “You haven’t claimed a woman since—”

“I said she’s mine.” I cut him off and his eyes narrow. Even though my tone is laced with menace, Abbey shifts closer at my back, so I reach for her and tug her to my side before wrapping my arm over her shoulders, holding her close.

“She’s not wearing your patch,” Smitty points out as his gaze rakes over her.

“Not yet. I was hoping to announce it on the weekend, but then the snap lockdown happened.”

His eyes snap back to mine. “You been hiding her?”

“I’ve been enjoying her. There’s a fucking difference.” I counter and for a long drawn-out moment, we both glare at each other.

Then, my Prez smiles.

“About fucking time you got some action. I was beginning to worry you’d turned into a eunuch.”

“Shut the fuck up.” I smirk back, and the tension starts to ease from the onlookers as they begin to talk amongst themselves.

“How long has this been going on?” Smitty asks, and I gesture my head to the crowd of men and Doxy girls eating up all the drama .

“Can we talk about this somewhere else?”

Smitty chuckles and claps me on the shoulder. “Yeah, back in my room.”

As my Prez turns with Molly guarding his side, the crowd disperses and I keep Abbey tucked to my side, following Smitty, weaving through the crowd as they try to get a glimpse of the woman I’ve just publicly claimed as mine.

For fuck’s sake. They are going to make a big fucking deal about this. I just fucking know it.

How am I going to explain when she leaves?

Fuck.

As we break through the crowd, heading to the main house, I lean down and whisper against the hood still covering Abbey’s head. “Only talk when I say you can.”

She nods against me, so I give her a little squeeze, still feeling her tremble slightly, and we all step back inside Smitty’s house.

Wendy, still fucking perched on the table with her legs spread, takes one look at the scared little mouse tucked into my side and glares like she has a fucking right to.

“Why don’t my two favourite girls enjoy each other on the couch?” Smitty suggests, thank fuck, and while Celina seems all for it, giggling and bouncing her tits as she does a little jump and excited clap, Wendy rolls her eyes and drags herself off the table like she’s just been asked to scrub a fucking shitter.

As I retake my seat, I pull Abbey onto my lap, and much like I did in the mum van after stealing her, I pull her legs up and cradle her to me, hoping it looks like she’s precious to me.

She stiffens .

“Relax,” I whisper against her hood, my words seeming to do the trick as she does what I ask, some of the tension easing from her shoulders.

“Let’s get a look at the woman that’s caught our man’s eye.” Smitty insists, gesturing his hand to Abbey, which only makes her stiffen again.

Reaching up, I hook my fingers in the fabric of the hood, and her fearful eyes meet mine as I start to ease it back to reveal her white, blonde hair in those plait things, her big doe eyes going wide, and I can tell she’s internally panicking.

So I do the only thing I can think of to remind her that I’m not a monster, while at the same time showing my Prez that she does, in fact, belong to me.

I lean forward and press my lips to her temple, lingering there for a beat longer than necessary when I see her lids flutter closed and feel her shoulders relax again.

Interesting.

“Hmmm,” Smitty mutters, “Not a woman, I see.”

Pulling back from the display of affection, I glare at my Prez.

“She’s of fucking age.”

“Hey, I’m not judging.” He raises his hands in surrender, shooting me a smirk.

“You fucking know me, man. I’m not like that. This club isn’t like that.” I remind him and he snickers while nodding, relaxing back in his seat, his hand dangling over the side to scratch Molly’s head.

“You don’t need to remind me of our fucking morals, Ringo. But it’s been a fucking while since you showed an interest in pussy. You’ll have to forgive me for wondering if perhaps your taste had changed since Kylie. ”

“Attraction to a minor is not a fucking taste. It’s a fucking sickness,” I hiss, and Smitty nods before turning his attention back to the timid girl huddled in my lap.

“What’s your name?” he asks her, but she doesn’t answer, doing exactly as I asked of her and not speaking.

Smitty’s brow hitches, probably assuming it’s a display of disrespect.

“I told you she’s mine, man. She only talks for me,” I state, which brings back his smirk before I press my lips to her ear, this time no fabric of a hood acting as a barrier.

“Answer him, Charity,” I say the name slowly as a reminder that she’s not to use her real name.

Those big doe eyes lift to meet mine before she visibly swallows and clears her throat, turning her gaze to Smitty.

“I’m Charity.”

Smitty’s lips spread wide in a grin, and the foreplay that was taking place on the couch off to the side ceases as both women turn their attention to the timid girl on my lap.

“How old are you, Charity?”

I growl under my fucking breath at his question, like he doesn’t fucking believe me when I said she’s old enough.

“Eighteen,” she answers, a little more steel in her tone this time.

Good girl.

Slowly, Smitty’s grin contorts as he throws his head back in a roar of laughter, his hand slapping to his knee. “Eighteen. Fuck, man. She’s only just scraping over the line of being legal.”

“Legal is fucking legal,” I snap, and he nods, even as he reaches for his smokes and taps out a durry .

“True.” He chuckles again, lighting up and taking in a deep drag before blowing the smoke up in the air between us.

“So, how did this all happen?” Smitty gestures with his cigarette to me and Abbey and I ease her back to relax against me, placing my hand over hers resting on her thigh.

“Well, I came across her in Timber Valley. It’s made my trips to see Griffin worth it.” I lie easily and chuckle, shooting Smitty a wink which pleases him if his grin is anything to go by.

“I bet. And you brought her back just in time for the five-day snap lockdown.”

I nod, “Yeah. Gives me more time to enjoy her.”

I ignore the way she stiffens at my words, and I hope she remembers that this is all a ruse.

“No wonder you were antsy to get back to your room.” Smitty chuckles, taking another drag of his cigarette. “She a sub like Kylie?”

For fuck’s sake. I wish he’d stop saying Kylie’s fucking name. He knows how much I hate hearing it.

“She is.” I grit out, keeping up the fucking ruse. “And if you don’t mind, I’d like to take her back and punish her for leaving the room when I explicitly said not to.”

“By all means,” my Prez gestures with his durry between his fingers to the open door, “Have at it. And enjoy.”

“Oh, I fucking will.” I lace my tone with fucking anticipation, trying to put on a good fucking show, even as my captive whimpers from the abrupt way I stand, letting her slip off my lap and scurry to stand.

Smitty’s chuckles follow us out as I lead Abbey with a tight grip on her arm, like she’s in fucking trouble .

While part of me wants to scold her for leaving the fucking room when I told her not to, my anger is better directed towards Brody, who had one fucking job to do, and like always, fucking failed.

“Ringo.” Abbey’s timid tone meets my ears, but I hiss in response.

“Don’t say a fucking word.”

The crowd parts when they see me approaching, dragging the blonde beauty I just declared as mine across the fucking courtyard.

Jols steps up at our side, hurrying beside us and goes to speak, but I hold a finger up to stop her.

“I’m fucking busy.”

“But I need to know,” Jols snaps, hurrying to keep up.

“You don’t need to know shit. Nothing has changed.” I spit, getting more and more furious with every fucking step I take that brings me closer to my shitty motel room.

“You didn’t tell him about…” she trails off as I stop at my door, spinning to face her with Abbey’s arm still caught in my firm grip.

“I told him about meeting Charity in Timber Valley when I went to meet Griffin. I told him how she’s fucking mine. How I’ve claimed her. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to make fucking sure it appears like I’m telling the fucking truth.”

Jols frowns. “What do you mean?”

I reach back and open my door before snarling in Jols’ face, letting her take the brunt of my rage, even though Brody is the only one that deserves it.

“Now I get to spend the rest of the night fucking the woman I’ve claimed.”

A whimper flies from Abbey even as I spin her, slap her arse hard, the loud clap so audible that anyone nearby won’t have been able to not hear it, and shove her in the room, following in after her and slamming the door in Jols’ face, cutting off her protests.

Then, out of nowhere, a fist slams into my face.