I have a pretty good idea of how most of the club will react when they find out she is fucking all three of us. The guys are going to have things to say that will end in a few broken noses or busted lips, and the women are going to throw nasty insults around until Finley puts them in their place. I don’t care what any of them say but I don’t think Finley is excited about what’s going to be said. She has tough skin but there is only so much that a person can take before they snap.
If I wasn't already rocking a semi at the image of her freshly fucked, I would be hard at the thought of her beating the hell out of anyone that has something to say about her life. She doesn't typically take part in the drama that the club whores start at the clubhouse but if she was willing to beat the shit out of someone for talking about trapping one of us, imagine what she will do to someone who talks about her.
The day that she beat the shit out of Monica in the clubhouse was the day that I knew she ruined me for anyone else. She was hardly legal at that point, and I felt like a fucking monster but she was an adult in all her glory, and she was fighting for us. Well, she was fighting for Scar, but the fact that she was willing to get herself bloody to protect one of the brothers says a lot.
When we get new members, they are always under the impression that she is just some helpless princess that has big bad bikers looking out for her around every corner. It doesn’t take long for them to learn that she’s not. Banks and his previous officers taught her everything that she needed to know. She is strong and able to fight, she is better with a gun than some of the men in the club and you should see the shit that she can do with a knife.
That girl was learning self-defense when she was old enough to walk and when she got bored of the hand-to-hand combat, she begged her father to let her use a weapon. She might be a princess, but she is also a fucking warrior.
The last prospect that insinuated that she should stay inside and out of the way of the fight that was about to happen got his ass handed to him. Whatever fight was supposed to happen was put on hold for her to hand the kid his ass. I remember that he put up a hell of a fight, but it didn’t matter, Finley has got skills.
The day that the club lost the previous road captain, enforcer, VP, and sergeant at arms in an ‘accident’—that we don’t think was really an accident but were never able to prove—was a hard day for her. Those men had a large part in raising her after her mother died, and she lost them all on the same day.
That might have made her tougher, but I know that it broke her a little. She rose from the ashes of the dead club members like a phoenix, and her skills have only gotten better since then.
Damnit, now I am thinking about all the times that I have seen her fight and I’m getting hard again.
6
Finley
Damn those men and their gorgeous fucking faces. I feel like I had just stopped seeing them everywhere, though now I feel like I might not have been crazy, and it was them that I was seeing flashes of around campus. I should have known that I wasn’t seeing things that weren’t there, but that they were here. Under my fucking skin.
My head is all over the fucking place now.
“Finley! I need your help!” Zoe calls as soon as I walk through the door. She is standing in the meeting room on the left of the house, this room has a whole load of purposes, right now it appears to be a bull pit for party planning.
“What can I do?” The sisters quickly realized that there isn’t much I can’t get done when they ask for something, and I have managed to do it without them asking how.Though I have skated the line in asking the club for things, my father has a lot of contacts that are willing to do anything for the MC princess, if I only put in a good word to pops.
“You said once that you might have a hookup for alcohol? Do you still have it?” She has a clipboard in her hand and her long blonde hair is tied up in a messy bun on top of her head. I hate that she still looks fucking beautiful and when I do that, I look like an unwashed sewer rat.
“I do,” and some of them are closer than I thought they were. I have to fight the urge to roll my eyes.
I am never going to be able to get them out of my head now that I know they are on campus, or at least close enough.
“Could you get us a full bar and two kegs by tomorrow?” She scribbles something on the paper and then looks back up at me with doe eyes that no one would be able to say no to.
“You planned a party for this weekend without knowing if you were going to have booze?” I laugh and turn to set my books down on the table in the foyer.
“I was counting on you and your mad people skills,” she shrugged like it’s not a big deal and I want to laugh again. If I wasn’t who I am I probably wouldn’t be able to get a bar this quickly, but also, I don’t have people skills.
Unless you count scaring people into doing what I want, people skills.
I hold a finger out and pull my phone up, dialing my dad, he picks up after one ring.
“What’s wrong?”
“I need a favor,” I keep my voice light, with that hint of daughter love that makes fathers do anything for their little girls.
“Who needs to die?”
I snort and cover my laugh with my hand, “No. My sorority is having a party tomorrow and I need a full bar at the last minute.”
“You know, it’s about damn time you told me you joined a sorority! You can imagine my shock when one of the guys told me. And you wear dresses now?” His voice is laced with humor, and he sounds as if he is trying to hold in his laugh. This is why I didn’t tell him; I knew that he would make fun of me.
“That’s right. The whole works, please. And two kegs.” If anyone could make it happen it’s the president of the local biker gang.
“I’ll make you a deal. We will supply it all but considering the issue going on there one of my guys has to serve it.” Shit, I should have seen this coming, I rack my brain trying to pick one of the guys that will be the least intimidating.