“Get off me.”
“Or what? What ar
e you going to do? I don’t see any problems happening here. I’m just a guy putting you in your place. You think anyone’s going to stop me? This town is full of cowards. The club, we’re the ones that rule it, not you.”
“Fuck you.”
“No, but I get a feeling you really want to fuck me, Chloe. You want me to slide my dick in that fat cunt of yours. Show you what a man can do. I can make your dreams come true. Blow your freaking mind, but first, you’ve got to give me something that I want.”
“Go to hell.”
“Nah.” He let go of one of her hands, but kept both of them locked above her head. The other, he stroked down her arm and got so dangerously close to her breast. This had never happened to her before.
The bullying had never extended to this scary realm of danger. The way he touched her, she didn’t like it.
Nor did she like the smile on his face that told her he was loving just how uncomfortable he was making her.
“Get off me.”
“Not a chance. You think you can go around putting your hands on the Satan’s Crew MC. You’ve got another think coming, bitch. We own you. You think you’re above the club, but your ass belongs to us. Every single inch of it.” He pressed his pelvis against hers, and it scared her.
He was hard.
She’d never been with a guy before, but the threat was there and with no one around, it terrified her.
They’d never gone this far.
You’ve never lashed out.
“Let me go, please,” she said.
He squeezed her breast, and she closed her eyes, wanting to be anywhere else but here. “You’re going to learn the error of your ways, Chloe. You can’t fuck with the club like you did today and not expect to get burned.”
“Get your hands off my daughter.”
They both looked up to see Lily, her mother, arms folded, as she stood outside of her car. She wore a pair of jeans, a plain white shirt, and she looked deadly.
“Mrs. Decker,” Alfie said, a smile to his lips.
“Drop the act. Get off my daughter now, or do you want me to report this to your father?” Lily asked. “I didn’t think so. Get off.”
Alfie gave her wrists a squeeze, letting her know without saying a word, this wasn’t over. They were going to come to blows again, and probably soon. But for now, she was safe, or as safe as she could be.
Scrambling to her feet, she grabbed her bags, knowing she had fucked up tonight. She should have walked away without a backward glance, allowed them to push her, call her names, shove her. Do whatever they wanted but not attack.
By attacking, she’d given them the perfect ammunition to hurt her, to strike at her, and she wasn’t going to let that happen again.
Rushing to her mother’s car, she climbed in the passenger seat.
There were a few seconds more stare off between her mother and Alfie before she finally got in the car.
Chloe noticed her hands shaking and quickly sat on them. Lily, though, she looked calm and collected.
Chloe had been so lost in the moment with Alfie, she’d not even heard her mother drive up to them.
“Your father’s not going to hear the end of this,” Lily said. “I’m tired of his bullshit.”
“You don’t have to worry about it, Mom,” she said. “Please, don’t say anything.”