Hook by Atlas Lilly & Atlas Lilly

Author:Atlas, Lilly & Atlas, Lilly
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lilly Atlas Books
Published: 2017-04-10T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Oh shit! “Hook! Hook, wait!” Marcie scurried after the very heated biker who stormed out of the kitchen intent on slaying her dragons.

Shit, shit, shit. She wanted Tanner gone as much as they did, probably more, but she didn’t want anyone injured, or any damage to Hook’s hard-won property. And she wanted to rid herself of the problem on her own.

She raced out the sliding doors and reached the patio just as Hook reached Tanner. He dragged Tanner up by the shirt, tromped across the patio and slammed Tanner’s back against the stucco of the house.

Marcie winced. That must have hurt like hell.

“All right. Now we’re talking.” Striker turned from the grill, a huge smile on his face. “What’d he do now?”

“Hook! Don’t do this.” Marcie darted over until she was only a foot away from the men. Hook anchored Tanner to the house with a bulging forearm across her ex’s chest. He shot Striker a searing look.

“On it, brother. Come here, baby doll.” Striker jogged to her and wrapped a strong arm around her shoulders. He steered her farther away from the ensuing fight. Not that it would be much of a fight. Tanner didn’t stand a chance in hell. Not if Hook’s fighting skills were anything like what she remembered. Given that he was now named after a punch, she had a feeling his abilities had only improved. Growing up in in a seedy part of a rough town taught them early on how to defend themselves.

“Don’t worry, hon. Hook’s just gonna have a little chat with your man. I promise he won’t kill him.” Striker’s laugh rang out above her head.

“He’s not my man anymore,” she muttered.

“Hook mentioned that. Guess Tanner wasn’t too happy about that news.”

“You could say that,” she mumbled. This entire situation was so uncomfortable.

“Well then, I take it back.” Striker’s voice dropped to a lethal pitch. “Hook just might kill the fucker.”

Annoyance scratched at the back of her neck. She wasn’t a child. For the past eight years, she lived on her own, supported herself and didn’t rely on anyone for anything. “Don’t you guys think I’m old enough to take care of myself without my surrogate big brothers getting involved?”

Striker laughed again. “Baby girl, you may be my sister in all but blood, but you know damn well Hook would take you right here on this patio if Tanner and I weren’t here. And no. When we’re around, you’ll never have to fend for yourself.” He gave her an affectionate squeeze.

Marcie’s face heated. Leave it to Striker to toss everyone’s cards on the table. Despite the embarrassment, her heart warmed with a sense of family she hadn’t experienced in ten years. Part of her wanted to protest. She didn’t need any white knights to save her, but she couldn’t deny the warm fuzzy feeling at knowing they cared for her.

“Fuck you, asshole. You think I’m scared of you or your club?” Tanner’s belligerence sure wouldn’t earn him any points with these two.

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