Murphy(13)

“Yesterday I caught him fucking one of the sweet-butts in his office.”

Her words hurt. Eva flinched away, turning toward the stove. There was nothing for the other woman to do. “What he does is his own business.”

“You’re in love with him, and you’re not going to fight for your man.”

“Tiny is not mine. I’m your nanny. Nothing else.”

“Good, then come to Vegas with me. Get away from all this shit.”

“Language, Tate.”

“Come with me.”

“Are you doing this to upset your father? To get back at him over the Murphy thing?”

“No, I’m doing this to get away from everything else.”

Eva stared at her, clearly considering the options. “Fine, I’ll come with you.”

Great, a weekend away with no club members and only the girls. Tate couldn’t wait for the fun to begin.





Chapter Three



Murphy glanced around the abandoned warehouse as the rest of The Lions considered what they were going to do. There were so many pictures of The Skulls that he’d lost count. Pictures of Tiny, Lash, and Nash along with the rest of the club. There were also several picture of Tate. The ones of his girl caught his eye. They must have been taken recently because she looked ill. He knew how she felt as he felt the same whenever he was away from her.

Suddenly the image changed, and he was standing in Tiny’s house staring at a scared Tate. A shot rang out, and then only he and Tate stood. One single shot to the stomach, and she looked at him with tears running down her eyes.

“You broke your promise, Dillon.”

Gasping for breath Murphy shot awake in bed. The dreams were always the same and always a pain in the ass. Tate was always hurt, and he was always the failure. He hated the dreams more than anything else. Tate hadn’t been shot. Eva, Angel, Steven, and Blaine had been shot. She was okay, and nothing was going to happen to her.

Flinging the blanket off his body, he padded into his bathroom to freshen up. After doing his business down the toilet, he washed his hands and began to brush his teeth. He rubbed his abdomen where he’d gotten his recent tattoo. Glancing down, he saw it was healing nicely, and he wasn’t too concerned. The fancy writing across his abdomen, above his cock, was Tate. He’d gotten her name inked the moment his shit with The Lions was over. Murphy couldn’t risk inking his body when he was part of the other club. They’d ask too many questions.

When he finished his shower, he headed down to the kitchen where the scents of burning food met him. Lash wouldn’t let Angel cook. With Eva not allowed to visit the club and Tate gone, the food was being ruined by the sweet-butts. He couldn’t stomach the smell, let alone the taste and settled on cereal.

Rose and Hardy were at the table talking. Angel was eating cereal and sat on Lash’s lap while Nash grumbled about something. Tiny sat at the head, eating toast and flicking through the day’s paper. Murphy stayed silent as Killer joined him. Whizz and Time followed suit leaving the women to murder food.

“I don’t like Fern,” Killer said.

“She’s a bitch and probably has some disease. If you’re desperate I’d put a rubber on,” Murphy said.

“I heard that.”

Before he got involved with Tate, Murphy had been shacking up with Fern working off the desire to fuck his president’s daughter. He was the only guy who had stood up for Tate when she was younger. If he’d not stuck up for Tate, she’d never have gone to prom or any of the birthday parties she wanted to go. It was a good job Tiny hadn’t found out about any of the other parties she’d sneaked off to.

“How are you boys settling in?” Murphy asked. Out of all of The Lions these were the three men who’d stuck out. They were not like the other club men. He knew given half a chance, Killer, Whizz, and Time would be great to the club.

“We’ve got prospect work. Looking after women, getting the groceries, even passing fucking messages onto law enforcement,” Time said. The words were muffled as he was eating cereal while he did it.

The smell was getting worse from the kitchen. Female screeching was also getting louder.

“That shit fucking stinks,” Rose said, shouting to be heard.

“I did tell Lash I didn’t need to be escorted to the salon,” Angel said, cutting through the chaos to answer Time. The other man picked up at being spoken to. Murphy saw the interest in the man’s eyes and kicked him under the table. He’d have to have a word with the newbies. No one, not even a club member, fucked with an old lady. Angel was engaged, and it would only be a matter of time before Lash owned every inch of her.