Free Forever - Book 3 (Star Crossed MC Lovers) by Sierra Rose Page B

hearing that you stole Lucky Morrison's Harley this morning?" My father chuckled and rose from his chair. He walked around to stand in front of me, and fear rushed through the center of my soul. He had no light left in his eyes, only impending darkness. He’d admitted to killing my mother a few years back, and where I tried to ignore the fact simply because I had nowhere to really go, looking at him now, I couldn’t.
    He was a murderer, and I was just another name on his long list.
    I forced a nonplussed look onto my face, and gave him the faintest of smiles. He was crazy, but I could play his game as long as I needed to.
    My expression was enough to send her father into fits of laughter. He never failed to remind me how much he loved it when I played tricks on the Stone Wolves MC bikers.
    "I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about," I said and shrugged innocently. I made sure to make my voice saccharin sweet as I tried to convince my father of my innocence.
    "I'm sure," Rafael said. "Imagine that. My darling daughter, stealing a rival MC member's bike. I'd say you were cut from the same cloth as your old man," Rafael quipped as a booming laugh echoed from his mouth.
    You wish . Different cloth. Different design.
    "Dante! Come here, son." Rafael turned and motioned for Dante to join them in the center of the room.
    I let my eyes scan the rest of their faces, and found myself a little put off by the stares I got  in return. They should have all been busy talking amongst themselves or playing on their latest electronics, but they weren’t. All eyes were on us, leaving me to feel as if I’d been stripped bare and was being prepared for the mother-lode of all beatings.
    Dante Iglesias strolled toward us, languidly wearing a pristine white suit with a crimson tie and shiny leather dress shoes. His black hair was gelled messily into place and he had a sultry look in his eyes. He looked nothing like the biker that he was, and everything like the drug dealer I knew him to be.
    The smile that lifted his mouth caused disgust to roll through me. His eyes moved down the length of me, and he licked at his lips as if starving. “Selene. You look lovely tonight.”
    “Really? I’m in jeans and a t-shirt.” I let some of the sarcasm slip into my voice that pulsed through me.
    "Watch your tone.” My father took me by the chin. “Come, let us sit and enjoy an evening together. Dante was just being nice. You look like shit. Don’t come to dinner dressed as such again. Are we clear?”
    I might be a patched member, but my father very much still treated me like a seven-year-old child. He always would. Where I wanted to fight back, to defend my pride, there was really no reason to. Everyone in the room was quite often treated the same by the king -pin. We just nodded and took our lashes, praying like hell that it would all be over soon enough.
    Dante winked at me and reached for my hand. There was no need to fight him for something as simple as holding my hand. The man thought he had rights to me, but that was mostly my father’s fault. His large hand felt rough against my skin as he entwined his fingers with mine. Dante paused by the table and raised my hand to his mouth, kissing it ever so gently as he watched me closely.
    “I think you’re beautiful no matter what you’re wearing.” He licked at the pad of one of my fingers and I jerked my hand away.
    “Behave,” I whispered only loud enough for him to hear me. We’d been through some shit together over the last three years, and where I’d be fine befriending the crazy bastard, I knew he was completely sold out to my father. There was that, and the fact that he hadn’t been shy at all in reminding me that our future would be together. I was his and as soon as I realized that… the better off all of us would be.
    Such a crock of shit.
    I forced a smile seeing that my father had turned his eyes on me. "Dante, don’t be so open in front of my father. It’s