Murphy(53)

He fell deeper in love with her for trying to protect him.

“He hurt you. I’m not going to let you throw your life away on this piece of scum.” She got to her feet and shoved Tiny away.

“He hurt me once. You’ve been hurting Eva repeatedly. You don’t deserve her. What are you going to do when her father comes to call? What if her father is a hard-nosed bastard just like you?” Tiny went to speak, but Tate held her hand up. “No, you’ve done enough. I don’t need you to defend my honor. I love him, and you’re not going to stand in the way of that.”

Murphy got to his feet putting Tate behind him. “I will never hurt her again.” Fuck, he ached all over. Tiny knew where to put his fists to make it count. Coughing, Murphy faced his leader. “I’ll take every hit, and I’ll do everything you need me to in order to win back your trust. I’m not going away.”

Before Tiny could say anything else, Butch called to them. “Nash, there’s a woman here asking for you.”

“Tell her to fuck off. I’ve got more pressing drama to deal with,” Nash said.

“She called you Edward and said her name was Sophia. Her face is badly bruised, and she’s hysterical.”

No one could stop him as Nash charged toward Butch. Murphy heard the commotion. Chaos ensued as Tiny’s name was called.

“Dad, give him your blessing,” Tate said.

Her father pointed his finger at Murphy’s chest. “You hurt her and I’ll fucking end you.”

Tiny ran toward the club.

“He really hurt you,” Tate said, pressing on his bruised sides.

“No, it was worth it. I’ve got you by my side.” Murphy pulled her against him, holding her close. He ached all over, but he got his woman at the end.

Zero whistled, gaining their attention. “You two need to come inside.”

Heading in, Murphy wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

The instant they stepped inside he heard the hysterical woman speaking. Nash was stood in front of a woman with midnight black hair and blue eyes. One side of her face was badly bruised and her lip bleeding.

“T-t-t-they said to c-c-come here. T-t-t-they took her, Edward.”

“Who? Who did they take?” Nash asked.

“Kate. She’s gone. She was on drugs, and they killed her.” Sophia broke down. “My sister, they killed her.”

This was Kate’s sister, the woman Nash was in love with. She was nothing like how Murphy imagined her. Sophie was a full figured woman with large tits, small waist, and flared hips. She was the complete opposite of Kate. What the hell did Nash see in Kate?

Kate? Fuck, the sweet-butt was dead.

Nash wrapped his arms around her. “We’ll figure this out. I promise, Soph, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Kate was on drugs?” Tiny asked.

“What’s going on?” Tate asked, squeezing his arm.

“Nash has a thing for Kate’s sister. I’m guessing that’s the woman who he wants. She doesn’t look very good.”

He watched the other man wrap his arms around Sophia’s shoulders as she slumped toward him.

“I didn’t know she was using. I’d have gotten her off,” Sophia said.

“What about you? You’re the one with her at all times. Was she using?” Tiny turned toward Nash. If the other man knew Kate was using, the shit was going to hit the fan. Tiny didn’t allow the drugs in the family or the club.

“No, I would have reported it immediately.”

“She looks a little like Angel,” Tate said, drawing his attention back to her.

Murphy chuckled.

A large boom rang out, and dust filled the club.

“Incoming!”

Another bang rang out shaking the foundations of the club. Tate screamed as gunfire rang out.

“Get down.” Murphy pushed her to the floor, covering her head and body with his.

“What’s happening?”

Murphy saw the others doing the same. Tiny was on top of Eva, Lash on Angel. The women were all protected.

“Weapons, get your pieces,” Tiny said, yelling.”

The main wall of the building crumbled as a truck rammed into the wall. “Fuck,” Murphy said, pulling Tate out of the way. Men filled into the room. He didn’t recognize any of them.

Trying to get his woman out of the way, Murphy turned to grab a weapon from the wall. It was all it took as screaming ceased.

“Shut the fuck up,” a man said, yelling. A gun was fired up to the ceiling.

Turning around, Murphy froze. Someone he didn’t recognize had hold of Tate with a knife against her throat. There were no leather cuts or discernible marks.

“Murphy,” she said, squeezing the words out. The fear on her face would stay with him forever.