Beast (Reckless Kings MC 1) - Harley Wylde Page 0,2

pointed at me didn’t deter me. I knew even if he got a shot off, none of them would walk out of here alive. My club would make sure of it.

“Get the fuck out of my clubhouse, while you still can.”

“I’m not scared of you,” he muttered.

“Then you’re stupid as fuck. I don’t give a shit who you are. This is my place and I want you gone. You either listen and walk out on your own, or you can leave in pieces wrapped in plastic bags.” I glanced at the man holding the gun. “And that’s not a gun, youngster.”

I nodded my head toward Kye, the Prospect behind the bar. “That is.”

I could tell the punk wasn’t sure if I was bluffing, but his gaze darted to Kye more than once. After a moment, he turned and left, his entourage following in his wake. I had a feeling he’d be back, but first, I needed to know what the fuck all that was about, and who the angel was who’d kissed me.

“All right, darlin’. Start talking.”

“My name is Lyssa, like the asshat said, and I heard about your club from a friend. I know you helped Lilian when she ran from Dragon. Those guys have been hounding me for a while. I could have gone to my dad, but…” She shrugged a shoulder. “If I’d done that, he’d have locked me in my room and never let me leave.”

“Exactly how old are you?” Brick asked.

“Eighteen.”

I whistled. I knew I was older than her, but I hadn’t realized by how much. My dick didn’t seem to care about her age. I’d been hard as fuck since she’d walked in. Although, if she was friends with Lilian, that meant she might very well be friends with the Devil’s Fury. I wasn’t about to cause trouble with the other club by sticking my cock where I shouldn’t.

I heard the pipes on several bikes pull up outside. When Saint, Zipper, and Grimm came inside, I knew I’d have to put the angel on hold. I’d sit down and hear what she had to say, figure out how best to help her, but right now I had Dixie Reapers to deal with. Whatever they wanted, I hoped it didn’t take long.

“Are you shitting me?” Saint asked, his gaze narrowed on the woman who’d moved up beside me. “Lyssa, what the fuck are you doing here?”

“Visiting?” She moved a little closer to me, pressing her arm against mine.

Saint’s gaze moved from her to me. I didn’t like the look one bit, and I was about to tear into him. Then his next words froze me in place.

“Torch know you’re fucking his daughter?” Saint asked.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Lyssa crossed her arms. “I’m not a kid, Saint. I can be with whoever I want. I don’t need my daddy’s permission. Or did all of you miss that memo when I packed my shit and left?”

“You were supposed to be in college,” he said.

“Torch know she’s here?” Zipper asked.

“He doesn’t,” Lyssa said. “And you aren’t going to tell him. Because if you do, I’m going to tell Delphine about the chocolate lava cake you ate without sharing any with her last week.”

Zipper opened and shut his mouth.

Grimm cocked his head to the side. “And how would you know about that since you’ve been gone for months?”

“I hired assassins when I was a kid. You really think hacking into the clubhouse feed is all that difficult?” she asked.

Wait. She’d what? I didn’t dare take my eyes off the three Dixie Reapers, but I definitely wanted to know about the assassins. Why had she hired them? And how?

“No more time with Wire and Lavender. They’ve ruined you,” Saint said.

“You’re not my daddy, or my old man. You don’t get a say,” she said.

“Thank fuck,” Saint muttered.

“As entertaining as all this is, I don’t think you asked for my help because Lyssa is here. So why don’t you get a drink, take a seat, and as soon as I have her settled, I’ll hear what you have to say.” I placed my hand at the small of her back. I had no clue what was going on, but I’d find out before the day was over.

I urged her to the front door, keeping my hand against her. My steps didn’t even falter when Zipper decided to throw in a parting shot.

“Torch finds out you’re fucking his little girl, you better make sure you have a ring on her finger. And for fuck’s