Withstanding Me(55)

“Dad,” she croaks. “I snuck off.”

Calming breaths Mason, calm fuckin breaths.

“No shit baby girl. Who the fuck did this to you?”

Shadow drops down beside me and Mace and tilts Tatiana’s chin up, forcing her to look at him.

“His name now, T. Don’t fuckin lie to me, I swear to fuckin god, don’t you dare lie to me.”

She shakes her head no. “He got carried away. I asked for it, and you know I did.”

Oh, mother of fucking hell. No, she didn’t.

“You’ve been going to the club.” It’s not a fuckin question; it’s a fucking statement.

“T… name now!”

Shadow looks just as pissed as I am. I bet the motherfucker is blaming himself and that shit ain’t right. My daughter is a stubborn little shit. She starts rubbing at her neck, and Shadow pushes her hands away.

“You practiced breath play,” he whispers. Shadow actually sounds hurt until he moves her hair away more. “I’m gonna fuckin kill him. Name now, T. Done playin these games with you.”

I look at the spot he just moved my daughter’s hair from and I see fuckin red.

“Are you a fuckin masochist?” I all but yell at my fuckin idiot daughter.

“I dunno.” She replies shakily.

“YOU DON’T FUCKIN KNOW!” Shadow roars. “YOU DON’T PLAY IF YOU DON’T FUCKIN KNOW!”

He takes a calming breath like I keep doing. “Name. If you don’t give me a name, all I gotta do is ask around. But the more I have to search, the angrier I’m gonna be when I find this fucker!”

Tatiana stands up, shaking. Yeah, I bet you’re shaking baby girl. You’ve just were strangled because you didn’t know what the fuck you were doing.

I pull Shadow aside, away from ears. “Get rid of him, brother. He should’ve known better. He should’ve known my daughter hasn’t the first fuckin clue about this shit. I don’t know how your shit works there, but I want it dealt with. Do it right, because I swear to god, if you don’t, I might just take my anger out on you, brother or not.”

Shadow eyes me carefully. “It doesn’t work that way. He knew. He just seen a pretty girl and thought he could deal with her stupidity without fuckin repercussions. I’ll fuckin handle it.”

Any other time, I might beat him to the cement for saying my daughter is practically stupid. But right now, she’s fucking stupid for getting involved in shit she knows nothing about.

“Let the Prez know you’re headed out. Make sure he’s okay with it. I don’t have a clue as to why the fuck he wouldn’t.”

I walk over to my bruised up daughter and frown. “Ma, take her inside, put her ass to bed like the child she’s acting like.” And I walk away.

***

Storm

I’m almost afraid to go inside the clubhouse. Mason is pissed. He has every right to be so too. I can’t believe she pulled that shit. We have hits on our asses and she’s out playing kinky sex? I just don’t get it.

I don’t see Mason at the bar, so I go back to his room. I hate fuckin being in this building, in this hall. It’s not exactly woman friendly. I find him sitting on his bed with his head in his hands. He’s practically shaking. I shut the door and walk over to him. He doesn’t look up, so I move his arms, sit in his lap, and cradle him to me. It’s heartbreaking seeing him like this. It’s like he doesn’t know what to do.

His arms wrap tightly around me, and I sigh and almost groan because I’m so bruised, but he needs me, so I’m gonna buck up.

“I’m not gonna ask you if you’re okay because there’s no damn way you’re okay.”

He lets out a long breath and moves to look at me.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

It’s time to get his mind off of things. I reach up and lift my shirt over my head, tossing it onto the floor. His questionable stare almost makes me giggle. “Just because you can’t fuck my pussy…,” I trail off letting him figure it out on his own.

Sure enough, Mason is a smart guy. He figures it out and my bra is unsnapped and tossed aside quickly. His mouth descends down on my right nipple, and I moan. It feels so good. But his patience is already thin because he stands us up without removing his mouth and makes quick work of my jeans. I shuffle out of them with a laugh while I start undoing his. He shrugs off his cut and barely lets go of his grip while tearing off his t-shirt.

“I have no restraint, darlin. Need in you now.”

“I’m good with that,” I purr.

Mason breaks away from me and goes digging into his dresser drawer. After he finds what he was looking for, he tosses them on the bed, grabs a pillow, and moves it towards the end of the bed. I barely catch sight of all of this because I’m staring at his beautiful cock. I mean the man is pierced for fucks sake. It’s sexy as hell.