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  Daddy Danger

  An MC Romance

  By: Sadie Savage

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  Table of Contents

  Daddy Danger

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Shifter Romance

  MC Romance

  About the Author

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  Daddy Danger

  Chapter 1

  “See ya, Frank,” said Arrow, grabbing the paper bag full of groceries sitting haphazardly on the counter.

  Frank ignored him, scoffing as he looked away. Arrow tried not to let it bother him. Frank had been spurned in the depths of Arrow’s addiction. Frank, being a trusted friend since elementary school, hadn’t thought twice about loaning Arrow a significant amount of money, fully expecting it to be returned. Even if it hadn’t, Frank would have forgiven him, except that Arrow had done the same thing again, to Frank’s wife. And then his daughter.

  Arrow sighed, walking sullenly to his motorcycle and putting his groceries away. He couldn’t blame Frank for being pissed; Arrow had lost everything during his addiction. He had used just about everybody he could for whatever he felt like they were worth. Arrow had become everything he hated, even turning on the Pythons Motorcycle Club. They were more forgiving than everybody else, but he still had to fight harder than ever to move up in the ranks. He would have to prove himself.

  “Son of a bitch!” Arrow growled, dodging a fist just as he was about to mount his bike.

  Well, it wasn’t his bike technically. It was some clunker he had traded his real pride and joy for.

  Why? Because it had come generously stocked with heroin. He missed his bike almost as if he’d lost a family member. God, there was never a day when his past didn’t catch up with him.

  “You deserve more than that, you asshole!”

  Arrow whipped around and saw Frank’s older brother Phil standing in front of him, his eyes narrowed and his fists clenched.

  “Yeah, yeah,” Arrow said.

  He wasn’t going to fight with Phil; he had already done enough damage to their family.

  “You know, Phil, I’m in this program now. I’m clean. I know it doesn’t mean much, but…”

  “Damn right it don’t! I don’t give a shit about what you’re doing these days to justify being such a piece of shit! You don’t mean nothin’, Arrow. But you’re going to get yours.”

  Arrow pursed his lips. “Well, regardless of how you feel about that, I’m sorry for what I’ve done. You don’t have to forgive me, but maybe you’ll take comfort in knowing that I do know you all deserve better.”

  Phil jutted his chin up, his face looking like a kettle that was about to screech. Arrow sighed. It was no use. He climbed onto his motorcycle and gazed down at Phil, his chest tight. He regretted nothing more than his days as an addict. But he wasn’t going to be a pussy, and refuse to acknowledge his mistakes or run away from them. It would be easy to start over somewhere else, but there was no way in hell he would abandon the MC. He would fix his mistakes, one way or another.

  “I don’t expect any of you to give me the time of day anymore, but one day you’ll see that I’m not the man I used to be.”

  Still, Phil said nothing. Arrow revved the engine of his bike and took off toward home.

  ***

  “Where you been, Arrow?”

  “Ran into some trouble on the way back. But I brought your stuff.”

  “Good.”

  Killer grabbed the bag of groceries from Arrow. “You’re needed in the bar.”

  “Shit.”

  Killer let out a harsh chuckle and Arrow parted ways with Killer, the vice president of the MC. Arrow had been VP before his addiction had taken hold, and in a way, he had to admit he was deeply jealous of Killer for taking over the position. Still, someone had to step up when Arrow hadn’t. He was lucky it was a guy like Killer, who would still give him the time of day. He had even helped Arrow to get to the meetings that had changed his life. It was something he couldn’t overlook, and Killer had earned the title.

  Still, Arrow was determined to work his way back up the ranks again. He wanted nothing more than to prove to the world, and, possibly, to prove to himself, that he was still a man worthy of honor and respect,o matter how low he had gotten during his stint with drugs.

  It was that damn woman’s fault. Marcia. She’dbeen so intoxicating, in so many ways. Before he knew it, he’d let her take him down a long road of self-destruction from which he’d probably spend the rest of his life trying to find redemption.

  “Arrow! Over here.”

  Arrow’s dark thoughts slipped away when he saw the easy smile of Thatcher, a complete hardass in his own right, but still one of the most optimistic people that Arrow had met. The MC had been a family to him when he had driven everybody else away. Again, he was filled with the strong urge to protect them at all costs, and to get a powerful position back that would allow him to do so in the most efficient way possible. He would wait as long as it took.

  “Hey Thatcher,” said Arrow, sitting on the bar stool beside Thatcher.

  Rex slid him a glass of whisky from across the bar and Arrow nodded in thanks.

  “What’s going on, man?”

  “I wanted you to hear it from me first,” said Thatcher.

  “Hear what?” Arrow asked, frowning.

  “Hear about what’s going down across town.”

  Arrow took a deep drink of his whisky. “If it’s that important than just spit it out, man.”

  “Hawk is back. On our turf.”

  Arrow’s stomach knotted. There was no name he hated worse. Hawk, who had sent Marcia out to draw unsuspecting men back to his lair, where he then took over with his silver tongue and got people hooked on his drug. Hawk, who thought nothing of ruining people’s lives to make his own profit.

  And now he was encroaching on Python territory.

  “Are you sure?” Arrow asked, trying to keep the emotion out of his voice.

  As angry as he was, he was also deeply ashamed of himself for falling victim to the man’s trap. He should have been stronger than that. But after Marcia overdosed, he used his grief as an excuse to simply fall deeper into the traps of addiction.

  “Positive, man,” Thatcher said, shaking his head. “The crew saw him and a couple of men leaving with him. Big guys.”

  “He’s doing this with muscle,” Arrow said, narrowing his eyes. “That means he knows he’s not welcome here.”

  “No shit he knows,” Thatcher exclaimed. “But he’s trying to get as many people to buy heroin as he can. It’s not right.”

  “I’m going to go check it out,” Arrow decided, standing up. “This is my fight.”

  “It’s everybody’s fight,” Thatche
r said. “And no offense or anything, but you need to talk this over with Marcus first. He’s the man in charge here. We don’t do shit without his go ahead, especially a guy on probation like you are. You get me?”

  Arrow glowered. He was used to being able to come and go as he pleased, and having the acceptance and support of everybody around. In a word, it was trust that he missed. And trust that he had broken. It was clear, though, that the best way to earn the trust of Marcus, Killer, and the rest of the MC, was to take Hawk down once and for all.

  “I get you, man,” Arrow said darkly.

  “Look,” Rex said, pouring Arrow another drink. “I know this is shitty for you and all, but really, when you think about it, it’s for the best. We’re all just trying to look out for you, and we know how much Hawk has fucked with you. Marcus might think it’s better if someone else handles it.”

  “Well,” Arrow said, downing the whisky and standing abruptly from the bar stool. “That’s up to Marcus. I’m going to go talk to him.”

  Thatcher let out a low whistle and nodded. “All right, man. Good luck.”

  Arrow turned away, his eyes flashing. He didn’t need luck. He needed trust.

  Chapter 2

  Ari laughed. “You always take yourself so seriously, Uncle Hawk.”

  Her uncle was silent, looking over his shoulder. “Well, I’m kind of a big deal to some people.”

  Ari nodded. She’d heard this before. But in her experience, her uncle was a man who kept to himself, had few close friends, and often relied on his family for support. In fact, he had lived with his mother until her death a few years back, and the people he did know rarely seemed to take a genuine interest in how he was doing or what he was up to. It was sad, really.

  “All right, Uncle Hawk. If you say so.”

  Right now, they were on the edge of the town, waiting before they crossed to go to the movies. Her uncle had offered to take her out to celebrate her birthday, but any time he offered to take her anywhere, it turned into a big game for him. He’d look over his shoulder, tread carefully, and hide behind her if he saw someone that he decided might “pose a threat.”

  The poor man was mildly delusional, and she had been speaking with a doctor about how to go about diagnosing a family member with schizophrenia. Just in case.

  There was also the possibility that he was right, and many people really were after him, though why she just couldn’t fathom. He’d been nothing but sweet to her when she was growing up, and after she had lost her parents, he had stepped in to look after her.

  “It’s clear,” her uncle said finally, stepping briskly onto the street and crossing quickly.

  Ari shook her head with a small laugh and followed her uncle into the cinema, where he bought tickets and popcorn quickly, as if it were the riskiest thing he’d ever done out in broad daylight. When they got into the darkness of the theater, she could sense her uncle visibly relaxing. The poor man seemed to always be on his guard. She wished there was some way she could make him feel safe.

  The movie was action-packed and kept Ari on the edge of her seat, and when it was done, she smiled at her uncle, who smiled back warily.

  “Thank you for this,” she said, hugging him. “It was a great birthday.”

  He seemed pleased to hear this and stood from his seat once everybody else had filed out of the theater. “Let’s get out of here.”

  Ari nodded, sighing inwardly. The poor man. He was so eager to get back home, in the isolation of their forested family acreage, where he felt safe.

  “What the fuck?”

  Ari’s uncle stopped abruptly at the deep man’s voice. It was coming from one of the local bikers, people her uncle had told her were the scum of the earth; Drug pushers and cruel men who wouldn’t hesitate to hurt others for their own enjoyment who were trigger-happy and eager for a good fight, no matter what it was about. Enemies of their family. The Pythons.

  “Hawk?”

  Her uncle continued to ignore the man, who was standing across the street, a half a block away, alone. He would have probably run across the street to get in Hawk’s face if there hadn’t been cars speeding along their way in front of him.

  Fortunately, it was enough of a break that Hawk could cross the street with Ari close on his heels and hop into his beat-up blue car.

  “What the heck was that about?” Ari muttered, fastening her seatbelt as her uncle peeled out of there. “Some people just don’t have a life.”

  Her uncle was silent for a moment before he sighed. “That’s true enough. You know how those bikers are always picking fights with innocent people. At least we got out of there in time.”

  Ari nodded. All this time she thought her uncle had been exaggerating about bikers and bandits being after him, but maybe there was some point in the long forgotten past when he’d had a run in with the Pythons and it had left them on bad terms.

  Ari glanced out the window at the biker. He was running after the car, his handsome, serious face contorted in fury. She looked away quickly, her heart hammering in her chest.

  Whatever had happened between her uncle and the biker gang must have been pretty bad. At least the man’s legs couldn’t catch up to the engine in her uncle’s little car, and soon they were back on their family property, safe and sound.

  ***

  That night, Ari couldn’t sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she pictured the face of the angry biker. He would have been beautiful if not for the fury bubbling so close to the surface. In a way he was terrifying, but she couldn’t help but be intrigued. She had only seen a few members of the Pythons in her short twenty-three years of life, and had never actually heard them speak. All they ever did was ride around town looking sour, as if anybody who made the wrong move was going to pay dearly for it.

  Now, she couldn’t get the voice of the biker out of her head. He was obviously older than she was, probably by a lot, but his voice had been so sure, so rich, that it rang in her ears for hours after they had gotten away from him.

  “What did he want from you, uncle?” Ari asked.

  She’d never seen anybody so angry before. It made her feel almost as if she herself had done something wrong, something that could justify that amount of hatred.

  “You know how those damn Pythons can be,” her uncle said dismissively. “Always wanting to pick a fight.”

  “Tell me the story again,” Ari had pleaded. “About why the Pythons hate our family so much?”

  “It’s nothing interesting, really. My brothers and I had gone to school with one of their leaders, that’s all. And we just didn’t get along. It’s just how boys can be sometimes.”

  But when Hawk turned away, Ari couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to the story than her uncle was letting on. It was hard to say. She’d always trusted her family. They were upstanding men and women who always did their best to take care of their own kin. You couldn’t find those kinds of deep-seated family values anywhere else. Now that she and her uncle were the only ones left alive in the family, he did everything possible to make sure that Ari was taken care of.

  And yet, there were times, times that Ari couldn’t explain, when her uncle just gave her a chill. It could be in a look, when he was annoyed or upset, or if she interrupted him when he was having a conversation with somebody over the phone, that made her blood turn to ice. Her family was well-known for their quick tempers and ability to land on top in a fight, but somehow, in her uncle, those qualities didn’t seem very soothing if he was just an old toothless cat.

  “Ari! You up?!”

  Ari sat up, her heart beating wildly. If her uncle had any idea what she was thinking, she would be kicked out of the family homestead faster than she could blink. She would have to keep her thoughts private.

  “Yes, uncle,” she said quietly. “Is everything all right?”

  “I just had a wicked hankering for some grilled cheese is all. What do you say?”

  Ari slipped out of bed, sighing inwardly. Taking care of hi
s niece seemed to have its own benefit too, she thought. He got to eat whatever he wanted, day or night. He was lucky that her mama had taught her how to cook.

  “All right,” she said, mustering as cheerful a smile as she could.

  She didn’t mind helping her uncle. She really didn’t. He had gone above and beyond for her, and cooking for him once in a while was hardly enough to repay him for that.

  And so, she went out to the kitchen where her uncle was sitting, a smile plastered on her face, and began to cook.

  Chapter 3

  “You’re lucky you didn’t go after him yourself, Arrow.”

  Arrow glowered. Nobody was taking him seriously anymore. He had seen the piece of shit right out in broad daylight, walking around like he owned the place. Fucking coward. And, as far as Arrow was concerned, nobody was lucky that he had lost sight of Hawk.

  “You don’t understand, Marcus. He’s manipulative! If it weren’t for him, none of this would have ever happened!”

  Arrow slammed his fist onto Marcus’s desk, and Marcus frowned.

  “Arrow, I know that of all the people that Hawk has hurt, he has hurt you the most. And I see why. You’ve been working hard to make amends around here, working to uphold your honor and try to stay clean. And you’ve been doing a great job. But…”

  Arrow cringed. He knew it hadn’t been enough. No matter how hard he tried it would be impossible to redeem himself to the Pythons. He might as well leave now and just leave the city; go somewhere he could live the rest of his days alone like the pathetic loser that he was.

  “But I just don’t want you to put yourself in a position that would make you vulnerable to your addiction. I know that you’ve been doing great. Even on that old clunker of yours you’ve managed to keep up with the best of us. And I appreciate that about you. If I let you deal with Hawk, would I be able to trust that you would come back from that unscathed? I can’t put one of my men in danger; even if that’s just because he is a danger to himself.”