Unwritten Rules (Filthy Florida Alphas 3)

I’ve always loved women. I have since I was old enough to get my dick wet. Hell, way before I should, even. But never in all my years, have I met a woman who calls to me and reminds me of what Pop used to preach to me. He had this list of rules, all of them unwritten. He’d just pull them out of his head, but they were rules we would follow. No one dared ignore Pop’s laws. He would have taken Toi under his wing.

I miss him. Fuck, the older I get, the more I remind myself of him and maybe that’s what all this is about. Hell if I know.

“Thanks, man. Remind Moth there’s church tonight when I get back from Max and Tess’s.”

“Will do,” Moth says, leaving the room. He almost slams the door as he exits, and the loud noise makes Toi jump. She’s much too timid to survive in my world. Only the strong survive in my world. That’s my unwritten rule number one. It’s served me well. The only problems that I’ve had is when someone I thought was strong turned out not to be… Cherry.

“You look better,” I tell Toi, looking her over. I’m mostly lying. I doubt she’s done anything. Maybe brushed her hair and pulled it back in a ponytail. She might have washed her face. That’s the only real change, but I don’t really give a damn so I’ll let her have her small victory. Her lips spread into a smile and her eyes light.

She’s a pretty thing. Long, sandy blonde hair with blue eyes, and I still have trouble taking my eyes off her body. She has a body definitely made for sin. When she’s smiling like this, she triggers something in the man I am. It’s like a challenge and I want to answer the call. Which is stupid, so I tamp down the urge with regret—and that’s annoying.

“I don’t suppose when you look like you do, much could help it anyways,” I tell her, lying out my ass and just trying to cover up the fact that this young—too young—slip of a girl makes me want to show her I’m a man. God, maybe I am too old for this shit.

Her face shows shock, and then anger, but I can tell my remark bothers her, and I feel like an ass for saying it. I don’t deal well with guilt, I’ve never really felt much of it in life—except maybe when it came to my boy, Max. So the fact that Toi makes me feel guilty pisses me off more.

“Bastard,” she hisses and then coughs. Her voice is so soft and raw that I can barely make the word out, but it is there and for some reason the sound of it and the anger in it makes me happy.

“Always have been. Let’s get a move on. I need to show you what your new role is here at the club,” I tell her, moving from my desk.

Toi grabs my arm and shakes her head back and forth in a no motion.

“Well, if you don’t want the position I’ve made for you, the boys have been wanting new talent.” I shrug, getting my message across. I know she’s worried about me making her free pussy for the club. Normally, that’s exactly what she’d be. I’m growing soft in my old age. That’s the only explanation.

She grunts in reply, but she follows me as I walk out of the room, so I take it. I walk down the hall from my office. It’s a part of the place that’s separated from the men’s quarters, the kitchen and the common areas. It’s my half. The part where none of the others go—without permission. I may be the president of the club, but I fucking like my privacy. We pass my private room and then a bath and finally the room my kids used to play in. There’s a door to a fenced and protected area in the back where they can go outside on nice days. They’re getting older; even the twins are in school now. They probably deserve better than what I give them.

“Daddy!” Desi yells, running to me. She might be in school but she’s still Daddy’s girl. I bend down to scoop her up in my arms.

“Where you been?” her brother, Harley asks, much more reserved. His arms are crossed, and he looks much older than his seven years.

“Got someone I want you guys to meet,” I tell them, ignoring Harley’s question. He’s pouting at me because I wouldn’t take him with me when I left earlier. Kid has entirely too much attitude. He may be the death of me.

“Who is it?” Desi asks, her little arms wrapped around my neck, molding her little body into my side. Her brother may make me want to pull out my fucking hair, but Desi warms a part inside of me that was cold before her birth. I love them both more than I could ever tell them.