Tamed by my Ruthless Biker

nch outside of school, waiting

waiting for him. It wasn't like

none other than a Satan's Crew MC lackey. They would never give him prospect status. Whenever she wa

b. It helped that her mother didn't like it and would often avoid

Chloe sitting on the bench. I b

and his other MC brat goonies who were near her. They liked to take their time ma

Most of the time they

She didn't need to wait for her dad. He was supposed to be taking her out to get

nt to eat it? Shouldn't a fatty eat

as long as she could remember, he'd been mean to her. He never had a nice thing to say to her, and part of her often wondered if h

e'd been thrown across his father's knee and spanked so hard. He'd screamed the

what could have possibly earned such a hars

have a clue what was going on either, b

them to make her way home. The last thing she

he was going to be

ed on the path and bega

, the ground is s

e she moves. Be careful. She's

ys with Alfie, so she should

ouple of steps away f

ople, but she was done being nice. She was done being the girl that allowed them to get away with shit. Tonight was the last night she ever trusted her father to actually pick her up and take her to get boots. Once her mother heard what happened, there would

straight at the men. Her hands shook with rage, and she felt a sickness in t

y not use me as a punching bag? I hear dickless assholes like to

n?

fuck?" I

y'd thrown her into her lockers, or shoved her over desks, or even t

elf to let the whole school know she was menstruating. Never in all of her life had she been so embarrassed. She'd never trusted the club whore again, and in fact, u

more than anything, loved her and had told her to fly. To find her dream, and j

king crazy,

because she's so fucking fat it has to move'!" She yelled the last words, tired of the same old

, or trying to work his way into the good graces of the club. That was the kind of man he was. He'd fucked up years ago, and rather than accept it, he did nothing bu

always saw and heard with the guys. The women knew it as well, the old ladies and club whores. With her father running away years

f a being, and she had to sit b

ther. "You're fucking

me against lockers, hurt me. Then do it right in front of my face. Let me see you be the big, tough men you claim to be." She stepped up

kind of pain was something she couldn't control. Sh

allow them to hurt her. "Don't put your fucking hands on me." Riley shoved her hard, but she only went back a step. Flicking her long blonde hair over her shoulder, she

her. "You think I'm not going to hit you because

er shit list, and right now, she was sick of him. S

on until this very moment, and knowing it was

and leave, but they'd thrown rotten b

en her anger out on any of them. She didn't be

throwing themselves at them, and

atter, prince

me al

winded. Are you giving up?

Ian and Riley, she didn't know how to play this hand with him

t she should do. In the back of her mind she saw the boy screami

ad no doubt it wouldn't be the last, but right now, at this v

m Alfie, she saw

she shook her head. No, no more. "You know what? You're not

t doing

was yanked from her hands and she was thro

hrow your weight around, act all tough and when it suits you walk

ing

ers. Not even prospects. I'm not touching the club. I'm to

nd my father's ass all the time, you're not club property? You are.

'm just a guy putting you in your place. You think anyone's going to stop me?

k yo

ck in that fat cunt of yours. Show you what a man can do. I can make your dreams come