“What’s thisabout Huck punching Hammer?” Teagan asked.
“He made someinappropriate comments about me apparently,” I said.
“Does he dothat?” Hatch asked. “Hammer? Make comments? Or any of the other prospects?”
Teagan snorted.“Oh, yeah. All the time. Grip’s okay. Hammer’s a douche.”
“Super creepy,”Poppy added.
“Why the fuckdid no one tell me?” Hatch growled.
“Oh, no, clubbusiness is club business,” Cambry sassed. “Girls are second-class citizens,and we have no say.”
“Cambry,” Poppyadmonished.
In most clubs,that might be true, but our dads revered their women and yes, there was anelement of don’t ask questions when it came to club business, but if we everhad a real concern, every single one of the brothers would stand with andbehind us and address it immediately.
“Right, goingforward, if any one of these assholes creeps any of you out, I wanna know aboutit, yeah? Prospect, member, fuckin’ officer, don’t matter, I wanna know,” Hatchsaid. “Y’all mean the fuckin’ world to me, and I’d lay my life down for eachand every one of you. Don’t ever doubt it.”
“Awww,” we allcried, rushing him, wrapping him in a girl hug.
“Jesus,” hebreathed out, giving us each a pat on the back before extricating himself fromthe girlie sandwich. “Just let me know if anyone’s bein’ a turd so I can flushhim.”
“Thanks, UncleHatch,” I said, and he kissed my temple before heading out the front door.
“Ducky!”
I turned to seemy dad shrugging into his leather jacket and made my way to him. “Hi, Daddy.You’re going to make sure my guy’s safe, right?”
He smiled.“Yeah, baby. Always. How come you didn’t tell me Hammer was creepin’ on you?”
“I didn’t reallyknow it was that bad, honestly. He’s just a general weirdo. You know me, Isteer clear of those ones.”
He frowned. “Howmany of them have there been?”
“A few, but theydidn’t last long. Hammer’s the only one who’s slipped through the cracks.”
“Is Grip aproblem?”
“He seems okay.”I shrugged. “So far, anyway.”
Dad sighed.“Don’t let that happen again, okay? Tell me next time.”
“Nah, I got me aman now.” I grinned. “I’ll let Huck do my dirty work.”
“Or that,” heretorted.
Huck walked upto us, helmet in hand, and wrapped an arm around me. “You okay?”
“I’m good,honey. Please be careful, okay?”
He leaned downand kissed me quickly. “Absolutely.”
“Meet you outthere,” Dad said, and Huck gave him a chin lift.
“I want to knoweverything that happened with Hammer when you get back, okay?”
Huck chuckled.“There’s not much to tell.”
