“It’s ok, Luca. It was an accident.” Her sweet, melodic voice filled my ears and calmed me as I fell down beside her.
The boy tried to stammer out a sorry while my eyes burned into his. I spoke to my little angel, “Let me see, princess.”
Pulling her little hands from her knee, I see that she has scraped it on the stones around the fire pit. I turn my eyes to the boys standing around Saylor, holding her hand, while blood is smeared over Senna’s perfect, white skin, my blood boils.
“This is the sort of shit that happens when you boys have no respect.” I seethe out while scooping our biker princess, not actually my biker princess, into my arms storming off.
Once inside, I head for the kitchen grabbing the first aid kit and taking her to the lounge room.
Placing her tiny body down on the couch, her arms so tight around me as my eyes met hers, I know at that moment she was more than the prez’s daughter.
This little lady was my soul. Fuck, we are all fucked now.
Senna
Age 16
Today’s supposed to be one of the most important in my life, a rite of passage. I mean, a girl only turns sixteen once in her life. Saylor and I are coming of age, finally becoming women. If only the men who have our hearts would see it that way. I scan the lot at the clubhouse, looking for the man who stole my heart when I was a little girl. He’s always watched over me. Protecting the “princess” as he so affectionately calls me. I am fucking hate it.
I mean technically, Iama club princess, me and my twin Saylor. Our dad is the president of a motorcycle club and we are his only children. From the day we came home from the hospital, every man in this club has taken it upon himself to protect us. No one has taken this job more seriously than Luca.
From the first day he saw me, Luca has been my guardian. Mom told me that from the moment he saw me in the clubhouse, he’s been watching over me. At ten years old, Luca let everyone know that I was under his protection.
Over by a line of bikes he stands with two of the other brothers. Luca Warren, aka Viper, is the enforcer for the Ace of Spades MC. He is large and built like a brick shithouse and the sexiest man I have ever seen.
“What ya lookin’ at?” is whispered in my ear and I let out a yelp. I was so lost in everything that is Luca, I didn’t hear Saylor sneak up on me.
“Nothing,” I squeak in reply.
“Mmmhmm. Viper is nothing Sen? Be careful. If daddy or one of our uncles catches you looking at him like that…” she trails off. I know what she isn’t saying. That we can’t be with the men we want more than anything. Days like today I hate my life.
Before I can turn away, Luca looks up catching me staring. It’s like he knows when I'm near. He can feel me looking at him, which is all the damn time. I can't help it; I seek him out and don't even realize it.
I start moving toward him and Saylor grabs my arm. I look to my sister glaring at her.Why in the fuck did you stop me?Asking without saying the words. She just shakes her head, releasing the hold she has on me.
Putting my back to her, readying myself to go to Luca, I see one of the chicas slid up beside him wrapping herself around his large frame. I stop in my tracks and watch as he grabs her ass with his large hand and buries his face in her neck. She giggles as he continues to paw her ass.
I mean, I know he hasn't been celibate and has had his fair share of women. But this is the first time he has done it in front of me. As if he knows how I feel about him, not caring how it will affect me.
I am so shocked by his actions I just continue to stare. It’s like seeing a train wreck and I can't stop watching. After several minutes of them dry humping each other, he grabs her hand moving them away from the crowd and back toward the clubhouse.
As they make their way past Saylor and I he looks at me with an emotion that I can’t place. I watch as Luca and the club whore make their way inside, no doubt to his room. He will be doing to her what I want him to do me.
Not sure how long I stand, there tears streaming down my face, before Saylor pulls me into a hug, letting me cry out the crushing heartbreak I feel.
Chapter One
Viper
Every bone in my body ached with warning; every muscle stiffened with fear at the thought of her. Watching her watch me is one of my favorite pass times. The way her cheeks blush a shade of pink and her nipples twist to a peek inside the cotton of her shirt. Her lips when she runs her tongue over them to dampen the drying lips that cause me so much arousal just picturing them wrapped around my cock. But then there is the stubborn person that I am and don't heed to the warning. I didn't listen to my own body’s warning, nor did I listen to the warnings around me.
She was a flame able to burn through me, like right through me. Look at her standing there on the edge of the clubhouse, the building shielding her perfect, white skin from the sun with the breeze kicking up around her taking small strands of her hair and swirling them around her face and shoulders. Dressed in just a tank and cut-off jeans, that are way too short for a clubhouse princess like her, makes me groan with a moan of lust and a growl of disapproval. She’s my hot flame and I am just a moth, unknowing of the harm this women could cause or the power that she could have over me because at the moment I'm caught up with keeping her at arms length and fucking any chica that comes my way to distract me from one thing: Senna with her baby doll features and long hair that would look so good fanned out over my gas tank.
I have loved this kid since before I even knew what love was, so doing this to her actually hurts a man like me. Walking past her with a club whore, one of the in-house chicas that are here for one thing, servicing our dicks with no fucking strings, no emotions and no feelings. So, seeing the pain in her eyes kills me. This chica means nothing and the stunning Senna, she fucking means everything. But I can’t let that out as she’s the prez’s daughter and well, there are laws around fucking with a family club member of the prez. High ranker, brother or not, you didn’t fuck where you lay and fucking Senna was fucking where I laid.
Coming down from my room at the club I seen her at the bar pouring the boys some beers. The way her slender fingers wrapped around the tap, pulling it down, had my cock, which was semi-hard from the thrashing I just gave the whore who’s still a weeping mess on my bedroom floor, twitching inside my jeans. Her laugh hits me and breaks me, freezing me in this moment as I watch her interact with the boys knowing that she will never be alone. That they will always be here for her.
As I light up my cigarette, I watched the way a new prospect, who had ridden in this morning with a sister chapter, watched Senna and it had my blood boiling. The way she looked at him intent, listening to his every word. That's her though, she will give you her full attention regardless of what she is doing because it's a form of respect that her beautiful Mom had installed in her and one of the things, I loved about her. Fuck, shaking my head clearing all thoughts of loving her from my mind. I can't. It's not safe.
