Nope.
Embarrassed. Terrified. Dread. Those all do a much better job of describing what I’m feeling.
Blaise will never let me live this down. My sister, who I only met a few months ago, will probably never be able to speak to me again.
Friggin’ bikers.
There’s justwaytoo many of them in my life.
Rage.
All-consuming motherfuckin’ rage burns through me at seeing Kadence tied to that chair. Topless. Her back’s to me, so all I see are her bare shoulders. Her long mass of dark hair spilling down her back. Her hands tied together behind her.
These guys don’t know it yet, but they’re fucking dead. Not because they’re rivals to my club, but because they touched my girl.Disrespectedmy girl.
Well, Kadence might not agree that she’s my girl. She is, though. Whether she admits it or not. I allowed her some time to take off and do her thing.
Her time’s up.
We’re not over, no matter what she thinks. Obviously, she needs me—look where she ended up. She’ll die before she admits she needs me, but she does.
Fuck, I’ve missed her.
As soon as my dad gives me the all-clear, I rush over to Kadence. “You okay, baby?”
She blinks up at me. “What do you think?”
Despite the situation, I’m distracted by her ample tits straining the limits of her red satin push-up bra. She knows it, too, because she glares at me.
“Shit. Here, babe.” I crouch down and cut the zip ties binding her wrists together, rubbing her skin and checking for damage. “You okay?”
“Just ducky.”
“Hang on.” I slip off my cut and shrug out of my flannel shirt, draping it over her shoulders.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“I’m gonna get you outta here, Kadydid.”
Even under the circumstances, she frowns at the nickname I gave her back in junior high. Not like I can help it. Seeing her like this has me going into overprotective mode.
Once she slips the shirt all the way on, she buttons it up, then stands.
“Now, wait one second,” Deacon shouts. So help me if my father doesn’t bury this prick, I will. “That little bitch disrespected my daughter.”
“Watch your fucking mouth,” I snarl at him. “That’s my ol’ lady you’re talking about.”
Next to me, Kadence stiffens, but she doesn’t contradict me. I wrap my hand around hers and squeeze.
“You fuckin’ your sister?” Deacon asks with a snort of laughter.
“She ain’t his sister, ya fuck. Watch yourself,” my father warns. Finally. Thanks for the help, Dad.
“Christ, Deacon, Ivy and Kadence have been cat-fightin’ since high school. Why stick your nose in their shit now?” I ask.
Deacon cocks his head and stares at Kadence a little too intensely for my liking. “That’s right. You and my daughter went to school together. Thought you looked familiar. Was too busy staring at your tits, I guess.”
Pushing Kadence behind me, I step into Deacon’s space. “Make one more comment like that about my girl, and I’ll fucking bury you.”
