Tiny heard his daughter on the move.
“Fine, I’ll be at the club. He should listen to me.”
Eva snorted and climbed out of bed. He stared down the line of her back. Bruises from his fingers decorated her hips. His c**k swelled at the sight of her walking away.
“I’d hurry up unless you want to burry some of your men.” Tate hung up.
“Trouble in paradise?” Eva asked.
“Someone has pissed off Killer. I’ve got to go.”
“Okay.”
“Are you coming with me?” He checked through the drawers and wardrobe finding them empty.
“Your room is next door, and yes, I’ll come with you. I’ve got some jobs to sort out with Tate. It’ll be fun to see who can beat Killer.”
Leaving the room he quickly grabbed a shirt and jeans before heading downstairs. Eva was already stood by the door. She wore a pair of jeans and a shirt. He was struck by how young she looked. Last night he’d not given a thought to her age.
“Don’t go all coy on me now,” she said.
He ignored her, grabbing his keys and unlocking the door. Eva followed him out the door. Handing her a helmet, he quickly put one on himself and climbed on his bike. She moved behind him, holding onto his waist as he started up his machine.
Her arms felt good, and he was struck by the memory of her on her knees in the shower. He’d backed her up to the corner of the stall and f**ked her mouth, going as deep as he could go. Tiny hadn’t found release in her mouth but pulled her to her feet and forced her up the wall. He’d f**ked her hard against the wall. Their bodies had slapped together with hot water cascading down around them. He shook the image from his thoughts.
His c**k thickened even as he tried to concentrate on riding. She tightened her hands around his waist, and he kept his focus on the road.
Thirty minutes later he arrived at the compound. Some of the prospects were already working on the cars at the front of the building. He ran a garage along with many other businesses. They needed to keep their bikes in working order, and having a garage allowed him to take care of his boys and the bikes. It also meant people didn’t look too closely at his investments.
Parking his bike, Eva climbed off, handing him the helmet. She flicked her head forward and shook out her hair. “There’s nothing like helmet hair,” she said, turning on her heel and walking away.
He couldn’t believe how much of a challenge she was turning out to be. Tiny knew she wasn’t staying beyond Friday even though he wanted her to. So many women stayed around to ask their men what they should do or waited for them to give instructions. Eva was independent, and nothing was ever going to change that about her. She didn’t need him to tell her what to do, but she gave him the control in the bedroom. He was starting to believe that Eva was only collecting memories to take away with her, and it hurt him more than he liked to think about.
Putting both of their helmets on the bike he followed her inside to where the commotion was taking place. He saw a bottle being thrown across the room and smash against the wall. Lash and Angel were stood together, shaking their heads. Tate was watching the fighting.
His daughter turned around to look at him. “You were a little late. Killer got here about five minutes ago.”
Pushing his way through the crowd, Tiny saw Killer still wore his Skulls cut.
“He’s in a really bad mood. I wouldn’t recommend getting involved,” Tate said.
Murphy stood next to Tate, guarding her.
“What the f**k is this over?” Tiny asked, getting annoyed. Two of his tables were broken with multiple chairs shattered around the room. Zero and Butch were stood at opposite ends with Killer in the middle.
“What the f**k, man? What did we do to you?” Butch asked.
Zero had blood coming down from his nose, and bruising had already started to come around his left eye. Tiny knew it was going to sting when the adrenaline wore off.
“Kelsey heard these two talking smack about Killer. He’s pissed about them talking about his past and is taking retribution,” Tate said. “She’s on her way. I asked her to come in case you couldn’t talk the giant down.”
“Giant?” Tiny asked, wincing as Killer kicked out at Butch, hitting the other man in the stomach. Butch went down quickly. Killer picked Butch up and threw him against the wall.
“Tate nicknamed Killer ‘Giant’,” Murphy said, smiling.
“Yeah, he’s like a giant, look. Killer lifted Butch up as if he was rag doll. He’s tall and in control. He’s a giant. I wish I had some popcorn.” She rubbed her stomach.
Zero charged at Killer and jumped on the other man’s back. His arm went around Killer’s neck. “Back down!”
Tiny watched the struggle. This fight was between brothers. He would only interfere if someone lashed out wrongly or made the fight dirty.
“No, you should learn to keep your f**king mouths shut.” Killer leaned forward, flinging Zero off his back to the floor.
Zero blocked a punch and spun away from the kick intended for his ribs.
Tiny would give Killer credit. The bastard was determined to win.
Butch finally got up off the floor. He looked a little dazed and threw a beer can at Killer. “I’m here.”
Killer turned, intent on causing destruction to the other brother. Tiny tensed, waiting for his moment to intervene.
“Killer, stop!” The feminine voice interrupted all the action. Kelsey charged through the crowd. At her voice Killer did stop.
“Yeah, stop this shit,” Butch said, pissing the other man off. Killer started walking toward Butch again. Pain was clearly his intention.
Kelsey ran in front of Butch putting her hand up. “I said stop.”
Killer stopped, staring at her.
“Your woman is going to protect me,” Butch said, smirking. Bruises were all over Butch’s face from being treated like a doll. Tiny would have recommended the other man be silent.
“Shut the f**k up. He’ll hurt you and make you wish you were dead.” Kelsey had her hand up. She took a step forward until that hand was pressed to Killer’s chest.
Tiny watched Killer’s jaw tense as he stared at the woman in front of him.
“I should have known it would take a cherry blonde to tame him,” Tate said. “I touched her hair up a week ago.”
Zero and Butch stood together behind Kelsey, who stared at Killer without flinching.
“Move out of the way, Kels.”
“It was my fault. You do not need to take your anger out on them. They’re not the problem. I shouldn’t have been listening into their conversation. Stop this. It’s not worth it.”