Protector Daddy (MC Daddies 3)

Assholes.

Millie kind of slumped against him, and he held her tight, worried about her.

“Doll? You okay?” he murmured.

“Just tired, I think. I can’t . . . I can’t think right now. I don’t want to . . . I don’t think I can . . .” her voice broke.

“Shh, you don’t have to. It’s okay. You can let go.”

“I can’t,” she mumbled. “Can’t ever let go. Got things I need to do. Can’t ever let go.”

Fuck. She was killing him.

He looked straight at Steele. “She’s coming home with me.”

Steele nodded. “Fine. But if you need us, you know where I am. You’ll both need to be careful. We’ll keep this info about Luther and the rat to ourselves, but I still need to find this guy. Luther will be coming for both of us. And the Devil’s Sinners will be after Millie. Sure you can handle all that?”

Spike gave him a look. “I don’t need your help.”

“We’ll see.” Steele smirked at him. “Did you bring your bike?”

“Yeah.” Spike grimaced. Fuck. “Can we use your driver?”

“Don’t need my help huh?”

Asshole.

10

Millie ran her hand over the smooth leather of the seat. She’d never been in a car this luxurious before. She kept a good hold on Mr. Fluffy. She wouldn’t like to think how much it would cost to replace the upholstery in something this expensive.

She felt a bit ashamed of how she’d kind of just given up in there and let Spike take over. Everything had gotten to her and she just hadn’t known what to do next.

Still, she shouldn’t lean on him. She didn’t know him.

And yet you’re going to stay with him? Shouldn’t you at least put up some sort of protest?

He sat beside her, and their driver closed the car door.

Well, Damon’s driver. Yikes. How rich was he? For her eighteenth birthday, her grandma had rented a limo to take them to dinner. It had been neon pink and had smelled of cigarette smoke with faux-leather seats and the driver, her grandad, had ridden the clutch the whole way.

But it had been the best night of her life.

She blinked back tears at the memory.

Spike suddenly leaned over her. She shied back.

“Seatbelt,” he grumbled, pulling it over her and locking i

t in as the car started moving. She hadn’t even heard the driver get in. There was a partition up between the back seats and the front.

“I really don’t need to go home with you. I’m sure that awful man has better things to do with his time than come after me. All I did was stun him. You knocked him out.”

“A woman besting him will hurt his rep. Plus, he’ll go after the weakest of us. That’s you.”

“Won’t I be putting you in danger, though? If I come to stay with you?”

“I can handle it.”