Then he saw what he thought must’ve made her so upset. Ryker in his black leather pants and boots, shirt off with his tats and scars on full display, was beating the shit out of a woman who was screaming.
The sound hadn’t set off alarm bells in Hudson’s head because he knew the woman—Isa had been a member for about five years and she was a heavy masochist who really enjoyed being beaten on and wouldn’t tolerate more than cursory aftercare. Perfect playmate for Ryker except for all the noise she made, and they did play regularly. It could look alarming but he knew they played safely.
Looked like Ry had already striped her good with his belt, welted her ass and thighs and calves with a cane, and now he had a fistful of her hair wrapped around one hand while he punched along her shoulder blades with the other which was encased in a black leather sap glove. Isa would be bruised to hell and sore as fuck come tomorrow morning, but she liked it that way.
“Oh, Cosy, it’s okay. Don’t be upset. Isa’s a drama queen so she likes making noise but she and Ryker have played together for years. I promise they both agreed to play like this and she’s having a good time. Pinky swear.”
He held out his little finger to the girl trembling under his arm. She didn’t take it. It was entirely unlike Cosy to refuse a pinky swear.
“Daddy, home now,” she begged, tears running down her face while she clawed at his shirt, her nails scraping his skin through the fabric.
Cracked his heart in two to see her so upset. He scooped her up and held her close, her little body racked by sobs as he carried her to the back staircase. What the fuck had he done? Wasn’t Ryker’s fault obviously—the guy was playing like he usually did and that was allowed, especially after he’d been carrying the weight of the club while he and Ian tended to Cosy.
But Hudson—he should’ve listened to Cosy the first time. Not tried to convince her it was fine. He should’ve respected her wishes and gotten her the fuck out of there instead of subjecting her to any more of the scene that was making her upset. His reassurances could’ve waited until she felt safe. Poor little princess.