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Why does
forbidden fruit always taste the sweetest? A filthy biker with a reputation for
using his fists first and asking questions later, Victor “Viking” Kennedy
wasn’t under the illusion that his marriage to Bonnie Dubois had the makings of
a grand love affair. She was a prima ballerina—a snobby bitch who knew she was
sex-on-legs. She was also ripe for a walk on the wild side with him.
Their understanding was mutual. A year-long
fling that kept them both satisfied until she headed overseas to pursue her dancing
career. It was good while it lasted. The perfect arrangement that took a wrong
turn and ended with a surprise pregnancy followed by a shotgun wedding.
Nowadays, they’re just two parents doing their best to raise their son right.
And, it was working until his VP’s teenage daughter sashayed her way into his
life and turned everything on its head. She’s off-limits. An indiscretion
punishable by death.
So why can’t Viking find a way to halt their
growing connection?
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“Congratulations,” Alanah
says as she passes me the sewing kit I’ll need to fix my new patches onto my
cut. “You’ll be a great addition to the Club.”
I’m about to say thanks when she laughs. It’s a curious sound to
hear in the current circumstances, and that’s enough to make me remove my gaze
from where it’s drilling heated holes of hatred into the back of my dad’s head
to meet her crystal-blue eyes. Alanah lifts one shoulder and quips with the
exact amount wryness required to make me forget how angry I am.
“Well, it’s not like the bar’s set all that high for you so I can
be pretty confident in my prediction.”
With the rest of the people who’ve attended our patch-in ceremony
still voicing their outrage at my father’s behaviour, Brian’s little sister
provides the perfect salve for my wounded pride. Her joke is what I need to
hear—a humorous reminder that eclipsing my father isn’t what you’d call a
challenge.
“You’re something else.” I say as I lay my arm across her
shoulders and pull her into my side. “Don’t ever change.”
“Ditto,” Alanah replies without hesitation.
Her pretty, blue eyes dance with delight. “And try to remember
that you don’t have to be your father’s son.”
“Right back at ya. You’re nothing like your mother, Lani.”
I stare at her, unsure whether she’s going to appreciate my use of
the nickname from her toddler years. She shows no signs of embarrassment. A
slight widening of her eyes is all I get in return and it amuses me. In
reality, no one should be this self-possessed at fourteen. It’s not fair to her
that she’s missing out on the silly trials and tribulations of being a normal
teen. I guess a shitty upbringing affects people in different ways. Some of us
become an island, some of us fall into the numbness of drugs, while others
become like Alanah. Too mature and always eager to help.
The feeling of kinship created by our similar circumstances is
responsible for what I do next. I know it’s wrong, even as I press my lips
against her forehead. I brace for a reaction, only to be left hanging. Brian
doesn’t launch himself at me for touching his little sister—no matter how
innocent my action is—and, Alanah simply reaches up and squeezes my hand. I
open my mouth to say something—what I don’t know—except the moment is
interrupted when Bonnie pushes in between us.
“Congratulations,” she purrs against my mouth seconds before her
lips meet mine.
I’m barely paying attention to her. I search for Alanah over her
shoulder, just glimpsing her as she walks away from us without a backward
glance.
“Let’s celebrate.”
The music has been turned back up and the spirits in the room are
lifting. Bonnie tries to drag me behind her to the dance floor, but I pull my
hand from hers.
“Nah, I’ve got to do this first.” Holding the leather patches in
the air, I buy myself some time to sort out my shit. “Be five minutes, tops.”
Bonnie begins to roll her eyes at me, which I expected since she
doesn’t really understand the inner workings of the Black Shamrocks yet, then
she stops. A strange look flits across her face which stops her mocking dead in
its tracks. She steps back into my space and places a soft kiss on my cheek.
“You’re a good man, Vic.” I spend a second watching Bonnie walk across the bar
to Shari and Colleen. That was the strangest
interaction I’ve ever had with her—and that’s saying something since the first
time I fucked her, she was bent over my Harley in the carpark of her High
School. In broad fucking daylight. Bonnie doesn’t do soft kisses on the cheek.
And, she sure as fuck, doesn’t tell anyone that they’re a good man.
“What was that all about?” Brian asks me the moment I approach the
rest of them.
“Fuck knows.” I shake my head. “Just Bonnie being Bonnie.”
Wrong answer. Brian grabs the front of my shirt and hauls me
toward him.
“Not Bonnie, fuck face. Alanah. Who.
The. Fuck. Said. You. Could. Kiss. Her?”
“Come on,” Cole protests before I can. “It was nothing.”
He pushes his big body between me and Brian with ease. He’s a
protector, through and through. Proving that his dad named him correctly, unlike
mine. How the fuck did I end up
dubbed ‘Viking’?
“Yeah?” Brian tries to push around Colin. His previous drugged out
state has been replaced by misdirected anger. “Didn’t look like nothin’ to me.”
I step out of his way, holding my hands in the air. “Man, I swear
to you. I was just saying thank you to her for making me laugh.” He pauses,
seeming to ponder my explanation. Something clicks in his head and he steps
around Colin. Our giant friend regards him with suspicion but lets him pass.
“Dude,” Brian puts his arms around me and slaps me on the back with one hand.
“I shoulda realised you’re upset about your dad.”
I revise my previous assessment of how high he still is. There’s
no way he’d be hugging me if he wasn’t off his head more than I assumed. Brian
usually shies away from any physical contact that doesn’t include fighting or
fucking.
“He’s a dick, but it’s not like it’s the first time.” I tried to
move away from him. Brian refuses to let go.
I try to pull away again. He steps back just far enough that he
can stare me in the eyes. His pupils aren’t as dilated as they were earlier,
although they’re still bigger than they should be. But that’s not what catches
my attention and stops me from trying to get out of his grasp. It’s the deadly
intent that I read in his gaze that halts me.
“I’ll let you get away with it this one time. Touch Alanah again
and I’ll kill you,” Brian states, with bare honesty. He sweeps a hand through
the air, gesturing to the room we’re in. “She’s destined for more than this.
She deserves more
than this and I’m not letting you, or anyone like you, stop her from reaching
her potential.”
Rage rushes through me. It pounds like waves in rough surf, back
and forth, rising and fall, all in an instant. Rushing to the fore as I realise
that he’s basically called me trash, then receding a moment later when it hits
me that Brian’s right. I’m not from good stock. And he, better than anyone,
knows it. Doesn’t mean he gets a free pass for saying it to my face.
“Fuck you,” I enunciate with precision. “And fuck anyone else who
thinks I’m unworthy. I’m not interested in Alanah like that, but if I was, no
one would get in my way. I’m not my father and I refuse to dance in his shadow
for the rest of my life. I am more than capable of making a run for VP, or even
President if I choose.”
“Yeah?” he asks in a mocking tone. My arms feel heavy with the
need to wipe the sneer off his face. “We’ll see about that, Viking.”
About Kylie Hillman:
Kylie Hillman is an International Bestselling
Author who lives in South Australia Australia
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