Page 26 of Dozer (Rolling Thunder MC #14)

Chapter 26

Dozer

Marco had told me Daisy had never been adored and loved. Her parents had seen her as an asset. She’d been raised by an au-pair until time to go to school, and then she’d lived away from her family all but a few weeks a year. She’d gone home for Christmas, and she’d gone home for a few weeks in the summer, but she’d had some kind of trip or expedition or special learning experience every summer.

“Trust, Daisy May. We’re about to enter my neighborhood. Only patched members of my club can own property here. I own the lot and my home. The club owns the lots that haven’t been developed yet, which means I own a portion of them, too. Everyone in the neighborhood is either my brother, their ol’lady, or their children.” Hmmm, there were a few exceptions to that. “Or they’re the nanny to the kids, or best friend to an ol’lady who happens to not be…” Fuck, how did I explain Micca without having to explain Razor and Matty? I let it go, for now.

“And you’re letting me see where you live, but is that because you trust me, or because there’s no downside to it anymore? I can sketch you, Master, so it isn’t like you can drop me off all high and shit, and say you have no idea who I am.”

“The smart move would’ve been to put you in a trunk and take you to my house, so you’d have no idea what part of town you’re in, or even what state you’re in.” Because I’d seen her take note of the sign welcoming us to Georgia.

“But you didn’t do that, Sir.”

“I want this to be your home, too, eventually. I want you to feel as if you’re being taken to your new home, and not to your captor’s house.”

I scented so much conflict, I couldn’t get a handle on anything else she might be feeling, so I asked, “Tell me what you’re thinking, little flower.”

A sob burst forth from her, and then tears, “I want it to be my home, Master! But it’s all fucked up!”

I held back my sigh, because I hadn’t wanted her crying when we pulled into my driveway, but she was absolutely right about it being all fucked up. If I was a good person, I’d burn the contract and let her be my girlfriend, but fuck that — she was mine , and I was keeping her.

But I’ve watched my brothers deal with their ol’ladies. Before I’d been sent away, it’d been an exasperated kind of entertainment, but when I’d been allowed back, I’d watched for real, trying to figure it out. I never wanted to feel that kind of alone again, and if I’d had an ol’lady, we could’ve made it a fun adventure. A long vacation.

Never before had I understood why someone would want one cunt to fuck for the rest of their life, but I got it, now.

Still, just one cunt? No, that wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted someone who is mine , but I’d still be able to fuck around because she couldn’t make demands of me.

But I thought I knew how to deal with a crying female, after watching my brothers, so I told her, “It is all fucked up, and I’m sorry for it, but this is us, little Daisy. We’re going to be a work in progress, but you gave yourself to me, and now I’m responsible for you.”

“Like the little prince?”

I had no idea what she was talking about, but before I could ask her, she shook her head and said, “I’m sorry, Master. I’m being silly. That’s a children’s book and this is real life.”

I liked the idea that someone had read books to her as a child, but I suppose it made sense. She’d grown up to enjoy reading, so someone had clearly steered her in that direction.

“Who read to you, when you were little?”

“Lots of people, Sir. My nanny was required to read to me three hours per day before I was old enough for school, and then once I went away to boarding school, we were read to every evening, as a group. We had almost no television privileges, and we weren’t allowed time on the internet until we were older. Free time was educational video games and time outside, mostly, but we all loved storytime, since we mostly only had access to the media room when we watched an approved movie, and we were rarely allowed to watch television programming.”

I made a mental note to buy The Little Prince and read it, to see what she was talking about, and I changed the subject, since we were sitting in front of my house. “This is my home. We’ll go in through the garage, but I wanted you to see it from the outside, first.”

“So I’m going from garage to garage, Master?”

She wasn’t wrong. The exterior doors would be locked before I got her out of the SUV. My house is near the entrance to the neighborhood. I’d been an enforcer when I bought it, and it’d made sense for me to be here, kind of the guardian of the neighborhood.

I used the app on my phone to open the garage door, pulled into my garage, shut the SUV off, and then used the app to close the door. It’s a three-car garage, and the other two bays held a total of five bikes. She looked at them but didn’t say anything, and I leaned more on what I’d learned by watching my brothers with their ol’ladies.

“A while back, I was sent away for three months. I caused problems for my club, and they needed me out of town and gone for a while. It was the worst three months of my life, being alone. My brothers are my family, and being without my family crushed me. You were a child without a family, little Daisy. Let me give you a family. If you belong to me, then you’ll be part of my club, too. Not at first, because we’re going to take this slow, but eventually? Once we build more trust? You’ll absolutely be not just my family, but theirs.”

She shook her head and looked at me with tears still glistening in her eyes. She bit at her bottom lip once and opened her mouth to speak. I don’t know what she was about to say, but my instincts told me I’d have to punish her for it, so I put my finger over her lips and told her, “Free speech time is over, for now. I’ve never fucked you with clothes on, and we’re going to give us both one helluva homecoming. Walk into that door and lean over whatever you find downstairs that you want me to fuck you over. I need to check a few things upstairs, and I’ll grab some lube and head down.”