Chapter 2 2

Go to hell! Nicole yelled."

"Nah." He let go of one of her hands, but kept both of them locked above her head. The other, he stroked down her arm and got so dangerously close to her breast. This had never happened to her before.

The bullying had never extended to this scary realm of danger. The way he touched her, she didn't like it.

Nor did she like the smile on his face that told her he was loving just how uncomfortable he was making her. "Get off me."

"Not a chance. You think you can go around putting your hands on the Satan's Crew MC. You've got another think coming, bitch. We own you. You think you're above the club, but your ass belongs to us. Every single inch of it." He pressed his pelvis against hers, and it scared her. He was hard. She'd never been with a guy before, but the threat was there and with no one around, it terrified her.

They'd never gone this far.

"You've never lashed out.

"Let me go, please," she said.

He squeezed her breast, and she closed her eyes, wanting to be anywhere else but here. "You're going to learn the error of your ways, Chloe. You can't fuck with the club like you did today and not expect to get burned."

"Get your hands off my daughter."

They both looked up to see Lily, her mother, arms folded, as she stood outside of her car. She wore a pair of jeans, a plain white shirt, and she looked deadly. "Mrs. Decker," Alfie said, a smile to his lips.

"Drop the act. Get off my daughter now, or do you want me to report this to your father?" Lily asked. "I didn't think so. Get off."

Alfie gave her wrists a squeeze, letting her know without saying a word, this wasn't over. They were going to come to blows again, and probably soon. But for now, she was safe, or as safe as she could be.

Scrambling to her feet, she grabbed her bags, knowing she had fucked up tonight. She should have walked away without a backward glance, allowed them to push her, call her names, shove her.

Do whatever they wanted but not attack. By attacking, she'd given them the perfect ammunition to hurt her, to strike at her, and she wasn't going to let that happen again.

Rushing to her mother's car, she climbed in the passenger seat. There were a few seconds more stare off between her mother and Alfie before she finally got in the car. Chloe noticed her hands shaking and quickly sat on them. Lily, though, she looked calm and collected. Chloe had been so lost in the moment with Alfie, she'd not even heard her mother drive up to them.

"Your father's not going to hear the end of this," Lily said. "I'm tired of his bullshit."

"You don't have to worry about it, Mom," she said. "Please, don't say anything."

Lily glanced over at her. "You don't want me to say anything about that club brat doing stuff to you?"

"No. It's fine. You know it'll only make it worse."

"I don't care. Alfie thinks because of who his father is, he's above the law."

"Isn't he? If it was a cop driving past, they'd just keep on going."

She noticed her mother clenched her fingers around the steering wheel.

"It's the way it is in Satan's Croft. We can't do anything about it," Chloe said. "You know that." "It doesn't make it right. Fuck!" Her mother slammed her fist against the steering wheel. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart." "I'm fine. Really."

"Really? Your father didn't come and get you. You need new boots, and you're fine. No, you know what, I'm done with this bullshit. Right there in the middle of the street, her mother spun the car around.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Chloe asked.

"Something I should have done a long time ago." Lily pressed her foot on the gas, and Chloe's heart raced.

She felt sick to her stomach as she realized exactly where they were going. They drove past Alfie, Ian, and Riley, and she tried to avoid looking at them, but failed. Her cheeks were on fire, and her breast felt scorched from Alfie's hand on it. She had to put that memory away. Nothing good could come from reporting him, and most likely, no one would believe her anyway. That was how this town worked. They made up their own rules to suit themselves, and everyone else, regardless of if it was right or not, had to fall in line.

"Mom, I know you're being a badass and all, but you're kind of scaring me."

"Good. I mean, no, it's not good that you're afraid. I don't want to scare you. Believe me, sweetie, I don't. But I'm sick and tired of all this bullshit with them all the time. It's time for me to stand up, and I'm going to. They don't own us, and we don't owe them anything. We're not going to

allow them to come between us and our family."

Lily nodded her head. Again, Chloe looked at her mother's hands. They weren't shaking at all. Lily Decker was normally a calm, collected person. She was sweet, caring, nice, hardworking, and she put up with a great deal. The woman before her right now looked ready to chop men into little pieces and hide them in walls. Maybe a little exaggeration, but not by much. The closer they got to the clubhouse, the more her nerves picked up speed. This wasn't what she wanted to do, or to happen. She was terrified of what this could mean. Her mother was a fierce woman, protective, loving. It was why Chloe tried so hard in school, to make her mother proud.