Welcome to the Dark Side (The Fallen Men 2)

“What the fuck happened?” he asked me.

I sighed deeply. “If I tell you will you promise not to kill him?”

“Fuck no.”

I sighed even deeper. “Didn’t think so.”

“You’re still gonna fuckin’ tell me,” he warned me.

“Someone sent my dad photos of us like you’ve been getting at the fire sites. There was a whole dossier of them so clearly someone’s been watching us.”

“Fuck,” he roared over my shoulder but I didn’t flinch, because I’d known he’d react this way and part of me yearned for it. I wanted to pit my guardian monster against my beast of a father and see Zeus tear him apart with his bare hands.

“I’m goin’ to have a word with the fuckin’ mayor.”

“He might be expecting that, Z,” I warned him because even though my dad seemed relatively oblivious, it was clear Javier had a part in the unveiling.

“Good.” He grinned down at me then captured my mouth in a toe-curling kiss.

“What was that for?” I panted slightly when he was done, my hand fisted into his tee.

“Can’t have my girl in my lap and not kiss ’er,” he said like it was obvious.

“Thank you for being my safe place,” I whispered, aware of his daughter and Cressida in the room but not caring because my heart was going to implode if I didn’t share some of what I was feeling.

“I got you, little girl,” he reminded me of the words he’d said when I was seven years old and running toward him through a hail of gunfire.

Even then, I knew the kind of man he was and knew he’d take care of me.

I brushed my lips against his, so silky smooth compared to the roughness of his beard. “I love you, ya know?”

He smiled under my questing mouth. “Love you like it’s my religion, little Lou.” Then he pressed his forehead to mine and said, “Just in case there was any fuckin’ doubt, this is your house now and my bed is your bed. Wanted you here anyway, sorry it happened this way, little warrior, so fuckin’ sorry, but glad you’re here all the fuckin’ same.”

“Tequila?” Cressida asked, coming to the table with a full bottle of Patrón Gold, a bowl of fresh cut limes and a saltshaker. “I only learned how to do a shooter last year but I’m freaking hooked. I think it solves everything.”

“Not hangovers,” H.R. said drily.

“No tequila for Lou,” Zeus said over my laughter. “She can’t drink doin’ chemo. That tea you put on would be good. Somethin’ herbal.”

Cress, H.R. and I all turned our heads to stare at Zeus with the same shocked expression.

He shrugged. “Did some research when I found out Lou was sick.”

“You did?” I asked, moved beyond belief and also a little amused that my badass biker had spent the time looking up medical information.

“Fuck yeah. Gotta know how to take care of my little warrior. Now, get off me so I can handle your fuckin’ father.”

He slipped me out of his lap and onto the chair then jerked his chin at King as he came back into the kitchen shrugging on his leather jacket and looking like something out of a James Dean movie.

“Aim to maim not kill,” Harleigh Rose called out helpfully as they headed out the front door.

I laughed at her and curled up into an even tighter ball, wincing at the pain in my eye now that Zeus wasn’t around to distract me. H.R. noticed and went to get a pack of frozen peas from the fridge. She wrapped the package in a dishcloth and gently pressed it to my cheek.

I hissed.

“Sorry, can you hold this here?” Harleigh Rose asked. “I’ll make you a plate of food and then we can watch a movie. I know you’ve had a rough night and I should let you choose the film but I’m really big into old Westerns right now, so how about we compromise. I choose the genre, you choose the film?”

“She’s only into Westerns because she has a huge crush on Officer Danner,” Cressida explained as she prepared my pot of tea.

I laughed before I realized that she was serious because Harleigh Rose sent her a withering glare.

“Sorry, just, a biker’s kid with a cop? Isn’t that like wrong?”

She tossed her wild mane of streaky blond hair over her shoulder and fisted her hands on her hips as she leveled me with a look. “Sorry, but isn’t the mayor’s kid with a MC Prez the same fuckin’ thing?”

“Touché,” I said with a wince then winced again because the expression put pressure on my cheek.

Cressida laughed as she came to the table with the tea and poured us our cups like a perfect little lady. “I shacked up with my eighteen-year-old student a week after we started dating, so I don’t think any of us are in a position to judge the other.”