All Chapters of Biker's Baby Girl: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Three days and counting! I looked at the little calendar I kept on my phone for this one purpose with a smirk. Almost there thank fuck. The last six months had been the hardest, though it seemed like I'd been staring at this thing for the whole two and a half years or so since I started the countdown. I'm kinda surprised I made it; half the time shit had been touch and go. There were nights when my need was so strong I almost lost my fucking mind. In the beginning I'd tried losing myself in other things, but that shit only went so far to leashing the beast. He knew who he wanted and there were no substitutes. I opened my wallet and studied the little dog eared image I kept there. My heart did its usual pitter-patter bullshit, and I was pleased to note that it no longer freaked me the fuck out. I was getting used to being owned by her. Damn, if my crew knew about this shit they'd laugh their asses off. There's always been speculation about my indifferenc

I looked at the woman in front of me wordlessly. I hadn't come here for this, not yet, not in front of my babygirl. I'd made a conscious choice a long time ago that none of the darkness of life would ever touch her again. That I would stand between her and whatever came. That's why although I was prepared for war, I'd come here knowing that I wouldn't shed blood in front of her. In fact I'd come for one thing and one thing only, to take what was mine and get the fuck out. I'd done nothing but think on my way here and I could kick my own ass for leaving things this long. I should've come for her as soon as she was of legal age and fuck society's mores. If I had none of this would've happened. "Did you know?" I barely kept myself from crossing the room to her, because even as I asked- I already knew. I watched her now as she fidgeted; nothing but nerves. She was about to become the first female I fucking offed. Hold it, babygirl's upstairs, remember? No bloodshed asshole.

"I don't like you being skittish around me so let's clear this shit up right now. I was wrong not to listen to you all those times you tried to tell me how things were. I let you down I know I did, but I can't go back and change that shit. I can only move forward and promise you, that nothing and no one will ever fu...I mean mess with you again in this lifetime." Okay so I'm not the most tactful motherfucker in the world, but she got my meaning. If she was going to be fucking with me from now on and I'm pretty sure that's just what the fuck she would be doing, then she was gonna have to get used to this side of me. Until now I'd only shown her my softer side, whatever the fuck that was. And that fucker didn't show up too often. She's gonna have to get used to the real me; the one that fucked shit up when it was needed. She gave me her patented innocent little girl look and I wondered how in the hell she'd been able to hang onto that shit after the life she'd h

Jessie and I share a long and sordid history. One that I try not to revisit too often because I don't like hurting her, and any reminder of the way we met was bound to hurt her in some way. Looking back at it, it was a stroke of luck that I'd been the one to be there that night. I like to think that there was a bit of fate involved there too. I can't imagine life without her in it, couldn't fathom the last nine years being any different. Even when I wasn't there with her, just knowing she was in my life, that she was mine and only mine, was enough to get me through. She was my own little good luck charm. The one thing that had gotten me through some of the toughest hellholes in Baghdad, and that was before I knew I was going to make her my woman some day. I was a young twenty-four year old soldier on leave after coming back from my second stint in the desert, and looking at my third in a few days. That's where I'd met Lawton. We were both serving in the same pl

Now she stood staring back at me from across the room with the piece of crap towel clutched against her chest. "Go get dressed babygirl." Yeah, and do that shit quick before I lose my shit and fuck you way too fucking hard and a couple days too soon. The shot I got of her ass as she turned to walk away didn't help matters any. How the fuck did she fit all that goodness on that five foot fucking frame? I had to shake my head to dispel the vision that came into it. I'm six five, when I put her under me she's going to be covered from head to toe, and the thought of that shit made my dick stand like an iron pike in my jeans, making that fuck an uncomfortable fit. I kept my fucking head straight and my eyes crossed when she came back out the bathroom wearing some shorts and tank combo that was designed expressly to get her little ass nailed. And you've got fucking on the brain Creed you fuck. What makes you any better than the hump you're supposed to be saving her fr