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Kiki

The guys finished eating, and I saw Locke following dad upstairs. I can only assume what they are talking about isn’t good if it was just the two of them. Nevertheless, it’s none of my business.

“So, you happy to be back?” Tracey asks as we finish up the dishes.

“I am. It’s different, though. A whole different vibe around here. I like it.”

“Things change. The club has changed, but for the better,” she says.

“I can see that. I have missed this.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re back.”

“Me too. I just don’t know about the new job. I’m already sick of assholes grabbing on me,” I tell her.

“That’s why you quit this mornin’.” I spin around to see my dad standing there with a snarl on his face.

“I did not.”

“Yeah, you did. You’re not workin’ at the club anymore. I want you here,” he says firmly.

“You can’t do this, Dad.”

“I already did. You’re not workin’ there anymore. I want you here, and that’s final.”

“I needed that job,” I whine a little. I need the money. Plus, I’m not living off my dad this time. I plan to make my own way.

“You have one. You can work here,” he suggests.

“Doing what?”

“Cookin’. Tracey ain’t always around, and the guys seem to like what you made.”

“You can’t be serious,” I huff out a breath. As much as I like being here, I didn’t want to work here. I wanted a job outside the club, but I guess that isn’t happening now.

“I’m dead serious.” He turns and walks away, stomping through the door he came in. I stand with my mouth open, looking from the door to Tracey. I can’t believe him.

“Can you believe this shit?”

“Yeah, I can. It’s Gunner. He’s just worried about you, Kiki. He’s being a little more cautious now that you’re back. Go talk to him. I’m sure you can work something out.”

“Have you met the man?” I ask her with a slight smile. I know how hardheaded Gunner is.

“I have. Which is why I think you should talk to him. He might change his mind,” she tells me. I sigh before I nod my head. Maybe she’s right. Maybe if I tell him what I’m feeling, he will let me find something else.

I toss the rag onto the counter before walking out of the kitchen and straight up the stairs. I stop and knock when I reach his office.

“Come in,” he calls out as I grab the doorknob and take a deep breath. I push the door open and step inside to see him sitting at his desk, the king that he is. It makes me proud to see him like this. He’s a great President and always has been.

“Hey, darlin’. You okay?” he asks.

“I get why you don’t want me working there. I do, but I need to do something to earn money.”

“I’ll pay you. That’s not even an issue.” I release a slow breath, knowing this isn’t going to go my way, and there’s no way in hell I’m going to start a tantrum and act like a baby in front of him.

“Okay. Can I use a car? I want to do a little shopping.” Maybe I can get out of here using that as an excuse. I can’t be stuck in this clubhouse all the time. It will drive me insane.

“I’ll have one of the guys take you,” he offers.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

“No. I’m not.”

“I’m not a baby!”

“I didn’t say you were. There’s some shit goin’ down right now, and until I can figure it out and get it handled, you aren’t goin’ out alone. None of the girls are,” he informs me. Shit. Whatever it is must be bad if I’m not the only one.

“Fine. I’m leaving in an hour. Don’t send me with a jackass, either. I’m not in the mood,” I tell him. He nods his head as I turn and head for the door, listening to him chuckle behind me. I’m glad this is funny for him. I just wanted a little time to myself, but I guess that isn’t going to happen.

“Hey, Kiki?”

“Yeah?” I ask, looking over my shoulder at him. The man who raised me as his own.

“I’m glad you’re back.”

“Me too, Dad.” He smiles at me, and I return his smile before I head down the stairs and into my room. It doesn’t take me long to change into something I can be seen in public wearing and head back toward the door.

That’s when I noticed Remy coming my way.

“You ready?”

“Are you taking me?” I ask, hopefully. He smiles and shakes his head.

“I wish I could follow a little hot ass like you around all day, but I can’t. I have shit to do. Locke is takin’ you.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Locke is takin’ you.”

“You can’t do that to me.”

“What’s wrong with Locke?” he laughs.

“What isn’t wrong with him? He’s … moody.” Remy laughs louder this time.

“He always hates shoppin’, so this should make for a good time,” he tells me.

“Are you kidding me?” He shakes his head.

“Nope. Wish I could be there to see this. It’s gonna be great.”

“It can’t be that bad.” As I mumble under my breath, I see Locke walk out of the clubhouse looking sexy as fuck in his cut. I shake my head as he walks past me and says, “Come on.” I turn and follow him when he stops at his bike.

“No.”

“No, what?”

“No. I’m not riding on the bike,” I tell him, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Listen, I’m a biker, sweetheart. We ride. It’s what we do.”

“And I already did my hair, and there is nowhere to put my bags on that thing,” I retort, nodding toward his bike. It’s not that I don’t like riding, I fucking love it, but not today. I have shopping to do today.

“You’re serious?” he asks, looking me dead in the eye.

“I’m serious.” He huffs out a breath and grabs my wrist, sending fire shooting up my arm as he drags me toward a truck.

“We wouldn’t want to ruin your hair, Princess.”

I climb into the truck with a grin on my face, knowing I won this round. I watch him walk around looking pissed off and climb in before starting up the truck and taking off.

I watch out the window as we drive, looking at the trees as we pass them. I’ve missed it here. I’ve missed home. I can’t say I miss Spike because I don’t. I don’t miss the way he treated me or the things he did to me. I don’t miss any of it. I’m glad I got away from him, although I don’t know how that happened.

I sigh as we pull into the parking lot and head inside. I make it a point to stop at every fucking store just to see the way Locke’s nostrils flare and anger darkens his eyes. He really does hate shopping, and I take a perverse pleasure in knowing that I’m responsible for making him uneasy.

As I enter the lingerie store, he grabs my wrist once more.

“Last store,” he growls as I smirk at him.

“We’ll see.” I walk around looking at everything and anything I can just to take longer. That’s when I notice him looking at some of the stuff hanging up.

“You like it?”

“When it’s on the right body, I’m sure it looks hot.”

“What’s the right body?”

“Not plastic tits.”

“I thought all your girls had some sort of plastic in them?” I ask fucking around with him a little more. That’s when I see the ghost of a smile tug across his face.

“You’re probably right about that.”

“I’m going to try this on,” I say, holding up a barely there bra. His eyes narrow on mine. The heat in the room kicks up a notch as I spin around and walk to the back.

I step into one of the dressing rooms and pull my shirt off before I cringe. I hate what I see. I hate what he did. Someone knocks on the door, and I tell them it’s in use. That doesn’t stop the door from flying open.

“What the hell?” I snap but quickly shut my mouth when I see who it is. “Wha-what are you doing here?”

“You’re mine, Kiki. Always have been. Don’t think you can hide from me,” Spike declares. My heart leaps into my throat as I begin to scream. Just as quickly as he appeared, he was gone. Locke storms the dressing room seconds later.

“Spike was here,” I tell him as my heart thunders in my chest. I’m shaking. I can’t stop either.

“Fuck!” Locke yells before turning as if he’s leaving.

“Don’t! Don’t leave me here!”

“I have to find him!”

“Please, Locke!” I’ll beg him. I’ll do whatever he says, but he can’t leave me here alone. He shakes his head looking confused and unsure what to do right now as tears spring to my eyes. What does he want? What does Spike want from me?

My cries turn to sobs, and Locke grabs my shoulders, pulling me into him. He holds me while I cry and until I calm down. But when I look up at him, he looks almost feral. And I do something stupid. I lean up and press my lips to his. And I kiss him. I kiss him hard.

And he responds. He kisses me back before slamming me against the wall of the dressing room and devouring my mouth with his. I moan as he presses closer to me. I want more. I need it. He’s driven me insane since the day I returned, and now I want him more than ever.

Locke suddenly pulls away from me and mutters the word fuck.

“Get dressed. We’re leavin’.” He bends down and grabs my shirt off the floor before taking all the shit I had with me and storming out of the dressing room. I quickly pull my shirt on and leave the changing room to find him at the register, paying for everything. He grabs the bag and my wrist as soon as I get close enough to him and drags me out of the store and through the mall.

He hoists me unceremoniously into the truck before storming around and climbing in.

“I shouldn’t have done that.”

“What? I wanted it.”

“You don’t know what you want,” he growls before taking off and down the road.

“I do know what I want. I want you, Locke. You’ve fucking driven me crazy since the first day I met you.” The muscles in his jaw flex as I watch him.

“We can’t do it again.”

“What the fuck ever, Locke. Deny this all you want.” Before I know what’s happening, he jerks the truck down some side road. The tides squeal on the pavement as he pulls the truck over and climbs out. I watch him, wondering what the hell he’s doing when he rips my door open and jerks me out.

“What the hell are you doing?” I ask him before he slams me against the side of the truck and devours me with his lips. I can feel just how hard he is as he presses against me.

“This what you want? You want my fuckin’ cock inside you?” What do I say to that? He’s being aggressive, but fuck do I want him.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“We can’t do this.”

“Is this because of me or my dad?”

He growls now and rips my shorts down my legs before lowering his jeans. Before I can say anything, he lifts me in his arms and thrusts inside me. I wrap my legs around his waist and ride the pure pleasure soaring through me. He fucks me hard and rough against the side of the truck on the side of the road. I don’t care if anyone can see me. I don’t care this could lead to trouble. All I care about is what I feel at this moment.

His thrusts become deeper and deeper, faster and faster.

“This what you wanted?” He grunts as he pumps into me.

“Yes. Fuck,” I scream as he takes me harder. My insides coil and just when I think I can’t take anymore, I let go. I come hard, my arms around his neck, my nails digging into his flesh. His nails dig into my ass as I feel him swell and come with me. I don’t think I’ve felt like this … ever. Feeling Locke inside me is something I wasn’t expecting.

He pulls out of me, and I slide to my feet. He reaches down and pulls my shorts back up before doing the same to his jeans.

“Get in the truck,” he growls. I do as I’m told and climb in the truck, sated. He walks around and gets in, but I can see the distance in his eyes. Something else is bothering him.

He’s hiding some kind of secret.

And I want to know what it is.