Life After Taylah
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Danny’s grin widens, he loves taunting me, he’s always loved taunting me. The man is just over twenty years old, and is a spitting image of Uncle Spike. He’s broad, he’s covered in tattoos, he’s got messy blonde hair and eyes that are as yellow as Aunty Ciara’s. Damn him. We were close as kids until he grew up and became just like all the other guys in the club. He started getting women’s attention and I quickly became just an annoying little brat.
“Skye, honey,” he purrs. “I’d love to, but I’m busy.”
I brush past him, making sure to swing my arm out and hit his shoulder as I go. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
He turns and follows me as I walk back into the clubhouse, in search for my dad. He’s meant to be taking me to my gymnastics training this afternoon, but he’s been busy doing shit for Uncle Jackson. I walk up to Jackson’s door and I knock a few times.
“Yeah?” I hear someone bark.
“Club business,” Danny breathes into my ear, causing me to shiver. I hate him. Hate. “You know you ain’t allowed in there, Tiny.”
He’s called me tiny ever since I can remember. I’m only small for my age, and he’s always found this amusing.
“Of course I’m allowed in there, they love me,” I grin, shoving the door open.
I step in and see my dad, Uncle Jackson, Uncle Spike and Uncle Muff sitting around the desk, talking. They look up when I walk in and my dad’s eyes instantly go to what I’m wearing.
“What you got on there, Tiny?”
Did I mention the nickname stuck?
“Gym clothes, you’re meant to be taking me,” I remind him.
“Danny, can you take her? We are busy,” Uncle Spike says, staring at his son.
“No!” I protest, crossing my arms. “I love you Uncle Spike, but your son is an asshole.”
They all burst out laughing and Uncle Spike stands, coming over and putting his arm around me. “Tiny, do you remember when I taught you how to fight a man twice your size?”
“Yes,” I say.
“Then baby girl, if he gives you hell, you kick him right where it hurts.”
Danny snorts behind me, and Uncle Spike turns to glare at him.
“Sure, whatever, but I don’t want him taking me. My friends are there and he’s...”
“What am I?” Danny says from behind me.
“A distraction,” I mutter.
My dad stands, walking over and shoving Uncle Spike off me. My dad is handsome for his age, so many of my friends love to come over just to stare at the guys. My dad has this dark hair with just a slight amount of grey scattered through. He’s bigger than most men I know and he struts that damned patch around like it’s gold on his back.
Uncle Jackson is the oldest of them all, but he’s one of the best looking. Even though he’s got salt and pepper hair, he’s still as bulky and strong as the other guys. Uncle Spike is my best friend, Emily’s, favorite. He’s just like Danny, and because he’s got blonde hair you can hardly see any grey in there. He’s also bulky and strong just like the others; only he’s got the attitude to go along with it.
Uncle Muff has the coolest red hair I’ve ever seen and is the funniest, most caring man I’ve ever met. His son Max is one of my best friends and I adore him. I spend a lot of time with Ebony, Aunt Janine’s daughter also, though she’s older than us, and quite a rebel. I know she drives Uncle Muff crazy because she’s always running off with the wrong men.
“Go and ask Ciara to take you then, sugar,” dad says, turning me towards the door.
“You’re letting me down, daddy,” I say in my sweetest voice.
He chuckles and presses a kiss to my cheek. “Behave. Go find Ciara.”
I sigh and leave, walking down the halls with Danny still close behind me. He’ll be the president of this club one day; I don’t doubt it. He’s just got that kind of strength. I step into the main lounge and see a heap of bikers lazing about. It’s nice having these guys in my life, but it’s also a pain. They are over protective and controlling. I can’t go anywhere without a line up of bikers trailing me.
“Hey Tiny,” they say as I walk past.
“Hey guys,” I reply with a wave, walking into the kitchen.
I see my mom and Aunty Ciara standing and laughing about something. They’re both as beautiful as ever, they seem never to age.
“Hey baby,” mom says when I walk in.
“Hey momma,” I say, stopping and leaning against the kitchen counter. “Can you take me to gymnastics? Dad’s busy.”
My mom frowns. “I don’t have a car honey, I came on Cade’s bike.”
Jesus.
“Looks like I’m taking you,” Danny chuckles from behind me.
“Bite me, Danny.”
“Are you two still fighting?” Aunt Ciara says, glaring at her son.
“Course not,” Danny grins. “Just teasin’ her.”
I snort and stare down at my watch. Shit, I’m going to be late. I need to get there now. I turn to Danny and cross my arms. “Fine you can take me, let’s go.”
His grin widens, showing me dimples. Dammit.
“Later, honey,” my mom calls as I follow Danny out.
We head outside and over to the line of bikes against the fence. Danny gets on his, backing it out, before thrusting a helmet at me.
“Come on, Tiny. I don’t bite.”