“I don't know what I was hoping for, but either way I am still working through it. I am here to figure things out and you being here fucks with that.” My eyes track over his entire face, every twitch and movement of his mouth, all the scars that litter his skin from the fights that he has been in, and the marks that show his age.
He hasn't told me why he is here, but it would have been smarter for them to send a prospect, one that could blend in with the students here.
“One of us is always here, little devil.” My head whips around to see if I find any of the other men from the MC and I let out a loud sigh when I don't see anyone that isn't supposed to be there. “I said one of us, only one. To keep it from drawing too much attention. You should have known that your father wouldn't let you be here without some kind of protection, it might not always be Scar, Pyro, or myself but there is always someone here.”
“What the hell?!” I never asked my father not to keep his eyes on me but for some reason, I didn't think he would send people to follow me around campus.
“There have been issues with the ASG peddling drugs through the colleges here and fucking with the Rojas family, you know the club is always up to help that family.”
“Yes, because helping the Mafia should be at the top of everyone's list.” Of course, I would get hung up on the mafia part and not that the ASG is fighting a drug war with the Rojas family at my college.
I don't want to get involved but I am already lying to my sisters. I will not let any of them get hurt because I want to get away from my demons.
“Wait, did you say colleges, as in plural?”
“Yes, this isn’t the only school that seems to be having a problem.”
“This is just the one that I’m at.” I want to question if they are making the same moves at the other schools, but I know they aren’t.
“We just want you to be safe,” Bell finishes his coffee and reaches across the table to graze his fingers across the back of my hand.
Chills rush down my body and everything starts to get warm, I scold the woman inside me that wants to drag him into the bathroom.
“I am being safe, but I am going to help too. I have to warn my sisters. I will do it in a way that makes it seem believable but not like I know things that I have no way of explaining.”
“It's weird seeing you so bright and put together. You look better in leather.”
I pick my coffee up and stand at the side of the table. I lose the fight with myself and put my hand on his cheek, I hate him a little when he leans into it and kisses my palm. Before I can do anything stupid, I turn and leave the coffee shop.
Fuck!
They are under my skin so fucking much.
5
Bell
I know that I shouldn't have let her know that I am here but when that fuckboy put his arm around her something snapped.
Everyone around is lucky that texting her is all I did because everything inside me was screaming at me to go and break the fucker’s arm or rip it from his shoulder. A part of me even wanted to lay her out on the concrete and make her scream my name for the whole campus to know who she belongs to, but a bigger part of me hates the idea of anyone seeing her exposed.
I have never explained to Finley that my type of love could be dangerous, but the night that she challenged me I couldn't have stopped myself. Now that I have her, I am never letting her go, and if that means breaking the arms of anyone that touches her then so be it.
We never told Finley that her father knows something is going on between the four of us, but days after she left, he called us–and only us–into his office and said that he didn't want specifics but if at any point his daughter came to him acting as if her heart had been broken, he would have us all disappear.
He didn't need to elaborate further, none of us had any plan to ever break her heart. Now we only have to convince her that a life with us is what she wants and needs, that hasn't been easy. It might help us if we told her that her father knows and is okay with it, but it might also make her uncomfortable. Having your father know that you are fucking three men could make just about anyone want to avoid going home.
I can see the image in my head so clearly, blush spreading from her cheeks to her ears, and down her neck. The way that it would make her hair look more orange, and her eyes shine brighter.
She thought we could go back to hate fucking anyone that wasn't her, but that could never happen. It was easy to sleep around when we weren’t sure if she would want all of us. I could tell myself that she had no interest in being with someone that has my brand of crazy, but she knows most of the bad things that we have done and she still followed us out of the bar that night.
I knew that all those years driving myself mad because she was the daughter of my Prez were worth it. She was always flirty, but she was like that with everyone, when she started showing extra attention to Scar, I went a little insane. I even took a few extra runs just to get away from it. Then she moved on to Pyro. He flaunted it enough that I wanted to beat the shit out of him, he rubbed it in both of our faces every chance he got, but then it was me.
I have never been more confused by a woman before.
The three of us got together and talked about how this whole thing seemed nuts but if she was okay with it then we would make it work.
Sometimes I feel gross about the whole thing, she is fucking 22! I am 16 years older than her; Scar is 19, and yet we got together and had a conversation about being her fucking Harem? It seems fucking nuts, but she was up for it that night, and she could tell that we had already discussed it. I had expected her to yell at us for talking about her behind her back, but she just went along with it. She either liked that we came to an agreement about how to handle it or she was too caught up in the moment to question it.