Murphy(9)

“I’m all for you wanting pussy, baby. It’ll be fucking hot,” Murphy said, unable to resist pushing her a little.

She glared up at him. His dark, hard temptress was close to the surface. Murphy knew Tate better than anyone else knew her. He knew which buttons to push and how to make her fight.

Within seconds she slammed the cup she was holding down on the coffee table. “You’re fucking disgusting. Kelsey is my friend. She’s probably the only woman in Fort Wills who doesn’t want anything to do with the fucking club or with you.”

Tate got to her feet, separating the short distance between them. Watching her, Murphy felt his cock respond in kind. She really was a fucking beauty when she was angry. He’d known her before the shit hit the fan, and part of him liked this woman just a little bit more. There was a fire within Tate that called to him. He wanted to go up in flames with her. He’d missed this, and he’d missed her. Tate was the only person who kept him going during the darkest moments at the other club. The Skulls were rough, but The Lions were deadly to all. Murphy did not regret his actions. Infiltrating their group he’d brought an end to their awful ways. The drink, the drugs, and the women were all too much.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, sitting back down.

“You’ve left your father’s house and won’t talk to him.” He sat on the coffee table waiting for her response.

“The club? I shouldn’t be surprised. All you think about is the club,” Tate said.

Anyone else wouldn’t detect the hurt in her voice. Murphy was the one who knew her. He’d been the prospect assigned to her protection.

“The club comes first, you know that.”

He didn’t see the coffee until it was too late. Tate poured the semi-hot coffee over his crotch. Gasping, he stood worried about his crown jewels.

“What the fuck, Tate?” Picking up the nearest cloth he tried to clean away the wetness from his dick. She could have seriously burnt him.

She stormed off, and he saw her getting a jacket on. “Come on then. Let’s go and see dearest daddy, shall we?” Tate asked.

Tate was out the door. Cursing, Murphy ran after her, trying his best to keep up as she charged downstairs and out of the building. She was stood next to his bike with her arms folded.

“You’re not in the right mind to be making this decision,” he said.

“Fuck you. You’ve not been a Skull for a long time. You don’t know me. You’ll never know me.”

Seeing no point in arguing, he straddled his bike and waited for her to do the same. Handing her his helmet, Murphy waited for her to wear it. It was his helmet, but he’d ride without it for her safety.

Gunning the engine, once her arms were wrapped around his waist, Murphy worked his way back to the club. The rain was light, and he got to the club without a problem. By the time he parked the bike, Tate was off and inside the club. He heard the shouting within minutes.

“You’re my daughter. Don’t you fucking talk to me like that,” Tiny said.

“You were just fucking a woman my age. I don’t give a fuck if I’m your daughter or not!”

Heading inside, he saw Tiny stood next to his office with his jeans open and the door shut.

Hardy and Rose were sat in the far corner watching, along with Angel and Lash. The others were gathered around the room watching what was happening. Murphy noticed Killer, Whizz, and Time watching as well.

“What happens at the club is none of your business.”

“Then deal with me not being part of the club. I can’t believe you. You’ve got a fucking minion looking out for me.”

She pointed toward him. Murphy was insulted by her new title for him. Minion? He was no fucking minion.

“Tate, you’re behaving like a spoilt little bitch.”

“I don’t give a fuck. I moved out. I don’t need you anymore, and you can’t handle that. I’ve got a job, and you’re without a daughter.”

“Eva is at home for you. What about her feelings?” Tiny asked.

“She’s there because you’re too much of a fucking pussy to do something about it. You should let her go find another job, but no, you’ve got her waiting at home for you while you’re fucking everything in sight.” There was no stopping Tate in her flow. He saw Tiny was tense as she hit home with what she was saying. “Eva deserves a man who’ll be there for her and won’t fuck everything with a hole. She deserves the kind of man Mom had. The man you no longer are.”

Deadly silence settled over the club. Tiny’s emotions shut down.

“What the fuck did you say?” Tiny asked.