“I thought Tate went to the salon with you,” Rose said.
“She used to. I found out from reception that she cancelled her appointments and membership. I’ve not got anyone to go with.” Angel’s voice was small.
Even with his time spent with The Lions, Murphy knew the two women had gotten close. Was that why she was latching onto that new girl, Cherry?
“Tate cancelled her membership at the salon?” Tiny asked.
Angel nodded.
“Fuck!” Tiny stormed away. He was doing that a lot just recently. Murphy didn’t point it out to him. He liked living with his genitals.
“Did I say something wrong?” Angel asked.
“No, baby. He’s having a hard time dealing with Tate. If she was a boy, Tiny would have kicked his ass by now. Tate’s different, and Tiny won’t hurt her.”
It was the truth, but Murphy was starting to think Tate needed a good fucking spanking to put her firmly in her place.
“What’s on the schedule for today?” Murphy asked.
“Not a lot. We’re hunting for the missing Lions and then dealing with our next ride,” Lash said.
Nash stood up from the table and walked away.
“What’s wrong with him?”
“Girl problems I bet,” Lash said, smirking.
“Kate’s not been by for a couple of days. He’s feeling lonely.” Angel answered the question, getting up from Lash’s lap to get rid of the bowls.
He had enough of the problems circling the room. Murphy left the club and walked toward his bike. Glancing behind him, he saw Time had followed him. “What are you doing?”
“Why did you give me that look inside?”
“Angel’s taken. The Lions shared everything. Their women, their drugs, their booze, but we don’t. We’re a family. Brothers, and you don’t go fucking another brother’s woman.”
“Man, I wasn’t doing anything.”
“You were looking at Angel like you wanted to eat her pussy. I’m telling you don’t. Lash has a short fuse, and if he thinks you’re wanting a piece of his woman, he’ll fuck you over.”
Straddling his bike, Murphy nodded at him. “Don’t mess with another brother’s woman. It’s a rule. Follow it, know it, and embrace it.”
He left the club and gunned down the street heading toward the dental practice where Tate worked. This was not the life she ever wanted. He didn’t care what she was spouting out at everyone. Tate had always wanted to be an old lady and follow in his mother’s footsteps. It’s what she’d told him, and it had been one of his promises to her, to make her his old lady.
Before he did anything else, he needed to know there was something between him and Tate. Parking his bike outside the dentist, Murphy waited for Tate to appear. Checking his watch, he saw it was a little before twelve. With the nightmares he’d been sleeping when he dropped, which usually meant early in the morning or later in the day. Drinking didn’t help settle the demons either. It was like he was being haunted by his past and present.
By the time twelve came, several women left the building. A couple of them gave him a once over and even dared to approach him.
“Hey, handsome, are you looking for someone?” she asked.
“Yeah, Tate Johnson, where is she?”
The woman laughed. “It’s her day off. I heard her and the other fat one say they were going away for the weekend.”
“What did you say?” Murphy asked. All of his protective instincts came roaring to life. He’d listened to the girls at school bully Tate because of her weight. How had the shit extended into the work place? Didn’t they see how fucking sexy she was? Her tits were huge, big enough to fill his hands and spill over. Every part of Tate was soft. He wasn’t afraid of hurting her when they were messing around with each other. Many a night he’d lain in bed thinking about her ripe, full rounded curves snuggled against him.
Prom night had ended with them alone. He’d comforted her the whole night as she talked the whole night. When she’d suggested that she was ready, he’d panicked. He’d been torn in two wanting to take her, but he’d listened to the good part of himself and not taken her to bed. Murphy had always felt protective of her..
The woman laughed, clearly not seeing the danger in front of her. She batted her eyelashes at him, licking her lips that had too much lipstick on. “Come on, I can handle you better than two chubby women.”
Reaching up, he stroked her face. The action deceived his enemy, and he grabbed her chin with such force she was gasping. Pulling her close he whispered the words harshly in her ear. “Listen to me, you fucking slut. I wouldn’t bang you if you were the last woman on earth. The sight of you sickens me. You know who I am, and you know what club I belong to. If I hear you causing shit for Tate or Cherry again then I’ll hunt you down and hurt you. I’ll make sure they could never identify your body.”