Tiny

Eva chuckled. “She takes after her father.”

“Whatever. She should learn to do as she’s told,” Tiny said, getting angry.

“Easy, Killer will protect her, and I imagine the town will do whatever they can to keep themselves safe. They’ll know everything you’ve done for them now.”

He nodded, wishing he could believe her words. “Or I’ll find out how much they hate having a biker group keeping order.”

“If this man is as bad as you say he is then I don’t doubt their loyalty to you.”

Tiny hated the way the mood was going. Pulling out of her body, he grabbed a robe, wrapping it around him. “I’m going to go and check on Alex. He likes to keep everything to himself.”

“Fine, go and do your leader thing. I’m going to watch a movie or get some sleep. It has been a long couple of weeks.”

Moving away from the bed, Tiny got to the doorway. “What did your father say about my proposal?” he asked, turning back to her.

She groaned, her face going into the pillow. Her rounded ass called to him, but he stayed still.

“Come on, it can’t be that bad.” Leaning against the wall, he folded his arms across his chest.

“He doesn’t want you taking over for his men. Gavin is a more ideal solution to him,” Eva said.

Tiny hated the sound of Gavin and her father more and more. He’d not gotten to know the other man, but he clearly loved his daughter, even if he hadn’t followed her when she left.

“You’re my woman. You wear my ring,” he said.

“I know that. I kneed Gavin in the balls when he told me you were too old for me.”

Annoyed, Tiny tensed up. He would like to show this f**king Gavin who was f**king old and not.

“Good girl, baby. I’ll be back. Don’t disappear on me.” He spun on his heel and headed out of the room. Several guards were posted outside of his door. They gave him a nod as he closed the door.

“Make sure she doesn’t leave this room and no one enters besides me,” he said.

“Of course, Tiny,” the guard said, answering him.

Leaving the hallway he went into the elevator and punched for the third floor where he knew Alex set up his business. If there was ever a raid or a burglary, Alex didn’t like to be obvious in his choice of storage.

“You’ve gotten away already? I figured I wouldn’t see you for a day at least.”

“I’ve got my men to worry about,” Tiny said, sitting down opposite his former brother-in-law. “Have any of them gotten in touch?”

Alex handed him a piece of paper. “Zero is recuperating. He’s not given me his location, but he’s desperate to get the bastards for hurting him.”

Tiny listened as Alex went down the list of men who had gotten in touch. “You’ve still not heard anything from Lash, Nash, and Murphy?”

“No. I’m making calls to local hospitals asking for Nigel and Edward. They’ll use their real names.”

“What about Murphy? Any news at hospitals for him?” He couldn’t return home to take back his town without his daughter’s man. She was pregnant, and anything could make that pregnancy go wrong. He couldn’t risk hurting his daughter any more than he already had.

“Nothing, Tiny. I can’t find him. Killer told me he saw Murphy’s bike explode.”

“Murphy is a good rider. He can’t be dead.”

Staring at Alex, he saw the somber expression on his face. “You may have to consider the fact he could be dead.”

Standing up, Tiny stormed toward the window staring out over the Vegas landscape. “I can’t do that.”

“Tiny, be reasonable.”

“Murphy is Tate’s husband. They’re expecting their first baby. I can’t go back without bringing him with me.” Tiny pressed his palm to the window, feeling the panic start to claw up inside him.

“Then for your sake, I hope he’s alive. You don’t want to wait around while Snitch gets any stronger.”

Tiny stayed in his position staring out of the window. Murphy, where the f**k are you?

****

“What are we waiting for?” Kelsey asked, coming out of the bedroom. Sophia, Angel, and Tate were staying with them in the small apartment. Killer hadn’t allowed the women to leave once he’d spoken to Tiny. His mission was to keep all of them safe.

Staring out of the window, Killer wished he knew what the hell was going on. The women were crying, then reasoning with each other. None of them knew the danger each of their men had faced on the road.

“You’re not waiting for anything.” He checked his gun for the tenth time.

“You’re waiting for something though.” Kelsey sat opposite him. He was struck by her cherry blonde hair. Killer didn’t even care that the color came out of a box. He’d seen Tate dye her hair before.

“The men who attacked were not doing it for fun.” He rubbed a hand down his face feeling tired from everything that had happened. His side hurt from the grazed bullet. Kelsey was taking care of him though, and he felt good just by being in her presence. “They wanted something, and with Sandy stopping by with shit from the compound’s safe, Tiny knows they want it as well.”

“Do you think they’re coming to town?”

He’d burned his cut around the back of the apartments. Alex advised he cut all visible ties with the club until Tiny said further.

“Yeah, they’re coming to town. I’m simply waiting for them to arrive.”

Kelsey let out a shaky breath and turned away. “I’ll make a drink.”

“Coffee, please.” He didn’t watch her walk away. Whenever he stared at her shapely ass Killer wanted her.

Ten minutes later he held the coffee in his hand as the rumble of bikes sounded close by. Staring out of the window he recognized the bikes as they passed by. “Here we go,” Killer said. Grabbing Tate’s cell phone he dialed Alex’s number.

“Yes?” Alex asked.

“They’re here.”

Chapter Eleven

Snitch climbed off his bike inhaling the scent of Fort Wills. He was home, and The Skulls were f**king gone. The compound was down to the ground, but he didn’t give a shit. The town was now his own. His men climbed off the bike, Battle and Scars flanking his side.

“We did it, Snitch. We’re back in your town,” Scars said.

Smiling, he looked up and down the street that was now his own. The sound of sirens alerted him to the presence of the law. They were all going to be in f**king shock. Clicking his knuckles, he tensed up waiting for the brawl about to happen. No one ever told him what to do and got away with it.