“Watch it Princess!”
My hip cocked as my brow arched.Did he just call me Princess?
“I don’t put up with mouthy bitches.”
“What did you just call me?” My jaw dropped. Princess, I could handle, but bitch? Who the hell did this guy think he was? “You listen to me, you little insignificant man,” I marched over there to wave my hand in his unimpressed face. “You don’t get to call me names, look at me, or order me around. I tell you what to do,” I lifted up on my toes to get in his face, “and like the peon you are, you’ll listen.”
I don’t know what happened, but I found myself folded over, with my face pressed into his cheap counter. Pine-sol assailing my nose, and all I could think about was the heavy hand in between my shoulder blades, digging deliciously into my flesh. What the hell was wrong with me? He was not going to get away with this. I lifted my foot off the ground to kick him, the same time his palm landed on my ass.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I squealed, hopping from one foot to the other as he delivered another smack.
A masculine grunt that called to my feminine side escaped his lips as his hand swung down again. “What your daddy should’ve done.”
A burn spread across my thighs, vibrating though my pussy making my clit throb. This should not be turning me on, yet it was. Chase delivered a quick string of slaps, each one causing more moisture to seep into my lace thong. If I let this continue then my body’s embarrassing reaction would be given away. And that could not happen. I was Naomi Prescott. I didn’t get humiliated. I did the humiliating.
When his assault stopped, I shot up and spun around. Arm swinging through the air. I was going to wipe that smug look off his face. He caught my arm before I could land my hit. I glared up at him as he stared down at me. Fire and lust raging in his eyes. For a brief second, I wondered if he knew? Could he feel the heat coming off me like I could him? My stomach flipped nervously at the thought.
“The next time you come in my shop, running your mouth,” his breath fanned over my face as he leaned in and softly growled, “you’ll get my belt.”
That’s when I got mad. How dare this barbarian threaten me! How dare he make me feel nervous or scared. Fuck him. He should be the one shaking. Not me.
I tore my arm out of his grip and hissed up at him through clenched teeth, “when my father hears about this…”
Daddy would not be impressed. Oh, and I was going to tell him and watch with glee as he destroyed Chase Mathers.
Chase tipped his head and cocked a brow, “You’re running your mouth again.”
My eyes dipped down to the black leather belt around his waist and hard bulge under the denim fabric of his jeans. He was turned on too. That should’ve given me some sort of satisfaction. Made me revel in his humiliation, but one look at the arms crossed over his broad chest, and I knew. This man couldn’t be humiliated. Swallowing the butterflies back down in my gut, I pursed my lips together and stamped my foot.
“Screw this.” I snarled and headed out the door. “I’m calling an Uber.”
I didn’t need to put up with this.
“That’s right Princess,” Chase called after me, “go running back home to daddy.”
Don’t worry Chase Mathers, one day I’ll bring you to your knees.
Chapter 2
Chase
Six months ago:
Tanner and I cocked a brow at the fountain to our left and then the house on the right–Derek’s wife’s house. I wouldn’t call it his house because he didn’t come from shit. Someone who owned a place this big, either came from breeding stock better than his low rent ass, or they earned it in some unscrupulous manor. In my experience, people who had money didn’t get it selling kittens on a street corner.
While Paisley was the kind of woman who’d rescue stray animals, her first husband was the kind of prick that would watch them burn. Ryker Hudson would’ve poured the gasoline and tossed the match himself, all while making his wife witness her furry friends suffer. That guy gave new meaning to the term sick fuck.
I guess I should thank him. If he hadn’t kidnapped my niece, I never would’ve come back from the dead and found out how truly fucked my club was. While I was playing dead for eight years, my brother decided to lay waste to the Lost Souls. Only a few of the original members remained. I thought they’d be okay. Jax might be a murdering prick, but he held stock in club loyalties. The only person my brother was loyal to though, was himself. Now I had to bring my brother down and pick up the pieces of my mistake, which was what I should be doing instead of wasting my time here.
“Cheer up,” Tanner slapped his hand on my back, “we get to see our girl.”
That was true. I missed my niece. Talked to Riley almost everyday. Hearing her voice helped me get through the hard times, which was pretty much my entire life right now.
Tanner tipped a brow at the door as we sauntered up. “Should we knock?”
“Fuck that,” I said, throwing it open.
This was Riley’s house. Besides, seeing me saunter right in like I owned the place would piss Derek off.
