Page 83 of Tinsel & Chrome

“I’ll take care of Dad,” I say, pursing my lips.

I glance at Frosty, and he’s fucking glaring at my Dad. I watch my Dad walk to me and chew my lip.

This is just great!

“Yeah,” I say, crossing my arms.

“Young lady, curb that attitude! I don’t want you messing with those bikers,” Dad says, resting his hands on his waist.

“Dad, you can’t tell me who I can like,” I say, shaking my head.

“Those bikers are no good,” Dad growls, gathering his brows.

“I like Frosty, and I’m going to continue seeing him,” I say, lowering my eyelids.

“When the fuck did you meet him,” Dad snarls.

“No worries,” I say.

“He’s just scum,” Dad snaps, looking at Frosty.

“Well, if it works out. I’m going to see Frosty for as long as I like,” I say, looking over my shoulder.

Frosty is staring at me; I swear that his soul calls me. He turns away and talks to the lady, who is handing him a toy.

“I don’t like it,” Dan snaps.

“I don’t care. You know that you can’t pick who I like, and I like Frosty a lot. So, don’t mess this up for me like you usually do,” I say in a low, angry tone.

I glare at Dad, and I fucking don’t back down. He always scares away the dudes that I liked, but he’s not going to do that this time. Besides, it’s too late; I’ve been with him. I want him. I want to see how far this will go. Then, what he said runs through my mind.

I don’t do relationships.

Okay, but I told him that I always get what I want. So, he’s been warned. Like I said, game on.

“Emberly, he’s no good,” Dad says.

“Dad, he’s good, and I like him. So, stay away from him,” I say, pressing my lips tight. “Girls, let's go.”

We start walking across the parking lot, leaving Dad standing there. I’m going to make sure that he leaves Frosty alone.

The biker is mine.

We walk into the park, where the tents are set up, to collect the toys.

“Hi, Frosty. I’m Emberly Miser, I know that you remember me. These are my girls: Heather, Marie, Amber, and Janet. How can we help?” I say, smiling at the huge badass biker.

“Urgh,” Frosty releases a low guttural grunt, stone-faced. He looks at me and lifts his chin.

I stare at his light blue cold eyes, and he’s stoned-face.

Well fuck.

It’s fucking incredible.

We fucked.

I look at his black leather cut and the patch.